Nightfall didn’t know what to think of Beacon’s plan.

She wanted this to involve the least amount of people possible. Since Brainwash is her problem.

But she knows Beacon is right. If Nightfall can’t hurt him, they will need help to stop him before he goes too far.

He aims to control everyone. That way, there will be no violence. No crimes. No anything.

That comes with no free will. He is m...

Teaching card games

Playing baseball in the yard

Bartering in the basement

Sprinklers at the promenade

Story time during lunch

Saturday visits

I wish I didn’t take these things

for granted when you were here

Now I only look back on them

without you

Crystallized blue pools of water

The warmest smile

I miss you...

“I’m going with you.”

That’s the first thing Ward states to her when she and Haze propose leaving. His adamance is cute and touching, but they both know it isn’t his choice.

They turn to the princess.

“I apologize Ward, but I need you here,” Princess Aziza grimaces, obviously feeling bad, but there’s no way around it.

Nova gets it. With Don and Sebastian back, Princess Aziza needs more guard...

(A deviation from the main storyline just because I can! I’m having a bit of writers block for that storyline, so I decided to write more in this world to keep the motivation pumping.)

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Jeremiah can’t believe this is happening.

Este was spending the day at Precious’ house, but Zac couldn’t come get her so he had to drop her off.

Then he spilled his café on himself in the car so he rushed ...

Being a superhero has its perks. You create this network of people that can do incredible things. If you are good with people, you may even get some allies.

While Pippa isn’t great at social interactions, she is much better when she is her alias, Beacon. Beacon can be anyone she wants to be. Well…kinda. The public perception is its own box that even a superhero can be shoved into.

But nonethele...

Writing is truly an art

Stitching sentences together

Painting intricate scenes

Carving in crucial details

Capturing dynamic characters

Crafting interesting storylines

Choreographing plot points

Sculpting fantasy worlds

A symphony of your vision

brought to life on the page

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(Just wanted to put out there that art is everything. Doesn’t matter if you draw, write, paint, dance, make music, ta...

Why do I try?

Why do I defend you?

Why do I come up with reasons

that you shouldn’t hate yourself?

Why do I justify everything you do?

Why do I push down all my feelings

for your sake?

Why do I even try?

Nothing I do ever comforts you.

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(This is in my perspective with someone who I really love but they can’t take in someone trying to help them. I don’t blame this person because what they fe...

I’m quiet

A skiddish bunny

Just whisper silent

Doing my own thing

I don’t want everyone

to hear me

Just certain people

The important ones

But you

You don’t hear me

I talk, cry, and scream

Maybe you’re deaf

Or maybe you’re just

deaf to my voice

To me

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(Trying to get post drafts, so you guys are gonna see a lot of half baked ideas 😅

Based on someone who I’ve been drifting apart from. I wr...

When the stars fell

my eyes were open

Wide with anxiety and worry

for the daylight

When the sun climbed

clawed its way back up

My mind dreamt

Full of terror and resignment

When I am lost

I don’t know what to feel

Dejected, maybe

Feeling like I can’t do it

When I create

I express myself

in ways spoke words never can

Everything washes away

When the stars rose

I am anew

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(It’s not really fi...

“How’s the packing going?” Nova asks, having stopped by Faira’s room.

It’s very…organized. Nothing like what Nova grew up with. Everything in the Wild Thicket is alive and moves when it wants. Never the same with seemingly no order.

Nature waits for no one.

In here, every weapon is lines up, probably alphabetically. Her clothes hang in color coordination, making a rainbow in a shallow closet....