The Golden One, she was called. It suited her. With gold, glowing hair cascading down her back, bright and warm sun-kissed skin, and emerald eyes that shone as bright as gold, that never dared to look away. She was a vision. A vision that made my stomach turn.

She entered the dark, oval-shaped office with her chin reaching the sky. It was a wonder the crown did not fall from her head, it was hel...

There are no tears here. No pressure in my chest or darkness. When I walk through the streets, no crime or bad people reach me. There is no silence carried with me like before.

My limbs have no weight to them. Nothing holds my body back as it moves and jumps. Emptiness is nowhere in sight. All I can see is the fact that there is no loneliness.

I am not cold or bored. There is nothing in my chest...

“Nice neck.” Hazel mused. She was out of breath from the suddenness of what happened.

Catherine raised her eyebrows. “Yes, thank you. I know my neck is flawless. So do you mind lowering that blade? I should like my neck to remain this way.”

The Empress showed no fear at all. Caramel eyes regarded her with caution, but her posture was straight and relaxed. Despite the blade to her neck, she held...

Nobody knows who she is or where she comes from. She doesn't speak of a name or a home far away.

All they know is she doesn't look away from your eyes. No matter who you are or what you do, she raises her chin and looks.

Many people make the mistake of letting her. They do not know that with every second she looks, she learns something new about you. She knows everything you are and everything...

Blood. Sweat. Fuel. That's all I smelt when I first stepped inside the command room. The rescued children stood on the right side of the room, being treated by nurses, looking even more scared of us than the other guys. If you saw what happened to the other guys, you’d probably be more scared of us too.

“Drenched in the blood of our enemies again, are we?” General asked as he approached from my ...

Tw: pain, anger, depression, talk of suicide

The table went down with a room-shaking bang. Everyone in the room flinched, expecting the table to be broken, but… it wasn’t. It stood fine on the living room floor, the sun shining on it. The girl stood above it, her chest heaved up and down like a mad dog. She gripped the table so tight her knuckles turned white. Her whole body trembled, damaged br...

She gasped once she finished her calendar. A beaming smile crept onto her face. “No way…”

“What?” Her brother asked. He approached and looked over her shoulder to see what she was on about, just to look at her more confused then before. “I’m busy this week, Damon!” She exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as they looked up at him.

He snickered, but corrected himself with a cough. “I’m sorry, what?” T...

“What are you doing?” I whispered, not wanting to disrupt the morning peace I stepped into. He sat on our porch bench, wearing his camo jacket and jeans, and he stared past the fields that surrounded our home. “Watching the sunrise, darlin’.”

My brows furrowed, and I followed his gaze. There sat the sky illuminating our fields with gold and orange. Pink danced and swirled around the sun. It crea...

I used to say my favourite was the butterfly, because of it’s pretty wings and colours. And in a way, it kind of still is. I am still drawn to its beauty like a moth to a flame, to the light its bright colours bring to life.

But that is why I am not sure anymore. For like the moth, I am drawn to everything bright and full of light. For like the moth, I find comfort in having light in my life.

B...

They say she’s kissed by fire. That her skin glows like the sun. Her hair is like flames and she has a warm smile.

But her eyes tell a different story. They’re like ice, blue pits that lead you to the wildness in her heart.

She’s my warm ice. The Iceberg that stops me from going too far. The snow that soothes my burning heart to sleep. When I’m burning, I find her and let her cold keep the fla...