I know every detail about every version of herself she has ever been.

Her crazy curly hair

The way she thought her happiness being taken away wasn’t fair

I’ve seen her crooked braces smile go to a frown

And how her world was turned upside down

But it’s not her fault

The world has its own plan and you’re just in it

She grew up too soon,

And now I’m the only one who remembers the girl who used to ...

Azalea shivered, wrapping her shawl around her tighter. Her footsteps splashed in the puddles as she made a steady rhythm with her shoes.

Tap, tap. Tap, tap. Splash! Tap.

The crown atop her head kept slipping, as if even it believed she wasn’t fit to rule.

No matter, she thought to herself, steeling her resolve. My aunt is dead, there is no turning back. I must become the queen of Peace City....

In my world, there’s a famous motto everyone lives by: ‘If you’re weak, then you are worthless.’

You see, people here believe personalities and emotions are unnecessary. A nuisance.

But I couldn’t help but cry as I walked through the grassy plains of Earth. My family. My friends.

They’re all dead.

And for what? The kingdom’s safety? Giving purpose to death and murder is making excuses for your ...

Are you afraid of the dark? Of what lurks in the shadowy unknown? Visions of moaning monsters crawling on top of your bed, with razor sharp teeth, ready to chomp down on your neck. Your teddy bear, laying next to you, it’s face concealed. But you can see the smile. Somehow, somewhere, it’s plans of murder are there. So you pray the morning comes quickly, while your heart pounds louder than ever be...

One is red and one is white.

The petals of that beautiful night.

The rockets shone in the light,

The blue appeared in the final fight.

These colors represent

A flower pure and full of content.

It has the power to save one life.

Don’t take it for granted,

Don’t hate it with all your might.

This flower will take flight,

It’s petals turning to Stars and Stripes.

This flower gave proof through the nig...

I feel disconnected from everyone. The only smells i smell are disappointment. The only sights I see are failure. The only things I hear are judgement. The only things I taste is the sickness inside me. When these feelings become too much, I just sink. I used to have some type of shield that protected me from the hurt, but it’s gone now. I can no longer rely on the cold feel of protective metal in...