I’ve come to understand the saying:

Too good at goodbyes.

I see them everywhere.

If only it _were_ a mystery.

I know who they are.

Their smiles and their tease

Some people I came to want, to please.

They left. But they follow me.

I see him in the ghosts.

And him in hastily scribbled notes.

I see him while I walk through dreams

And him stacked upon the shelves.

I see him with my family...

What if Alice never wanted to go home?

What if she wanted to stay in Wonderland?

What makes life outside worth it?

In the middle of a family of ten Anaelise’s life could not be more chaotic. Her parents are constantly running around trying to keep everyone fed and in order. This often makes them forgetful. On her eighteenth birthday Anaelise wakes up to find that she has been forgotten. Again. N...

Prince Zaccheus Eugene Edmond Marwood is the most hated villain in all of Brookmore. His crime? His birth. And of course, the mysterious prophecy claiming he would destroy the kingdom at the age of seventeen. Well, just one month from that deadline, his twin brother Prince Chrysanthos, the good prince, gets kidnapped. Naturally, the king believes Zach has something to do with it. This is the last ...

Downpour,

Heavy rain mixed with salt that comes history.

A blanket of desperate, finifugal fight

Draped over my head.

A graduation veil.

Cracked windows in a glass house.

They thought it was a stone,

broken screams of shattered people.

A mirror that’s see through.

I can’t quite be complacent with what I see.

A forgotten song

Gently shredding bands of restraint.

Melodies jumble and mix wit...

‘What did you do?’

Used to be the question I asked every day.

And then we’d stay awake talking till our cerfews

crumbled and cracked and I’d listen to the past

rush through my windows as I drove on empty

streets.

There’s a golden sugar soup sticky in my gut

but I don’t know how to draw from it anymore.

It’s gone cold and I can’t f...

_[lowkey surprised if you made it this far.]_

_[cut scene immediately from end of pt2]_

He spoke first.

“You got taller.”

I nodded sizing him up. My hands trembled. I was so not ready for this.

“You too.”

Awkward didn’t even begin to describe how I felt.

Ezra bit his lip and uncertainty flickered in his eyes. I was sure my look betrayed a similar sentiment. He looked away. ...

_[PSA-this is literally just for me. I love Ezra and Liv’s story but it’s long so if you want a challenge to actually sit read through like several parts be my guest, enjoy ;)]_

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_6 years later . . . _

I pulled on the ends of my hair nervously. It had grown a lot in my time away. It was almost to my waist now. I tied it up in a loose messy bun and shook out my hands.

My years i...

The ball was enchanting.

The orchestra played wonderfully in time with the beat of feet upon the floor. Merriment was showcased in every face as the man moved through the crowd like water. One thing he took stock in was eyes. Shades of mischief and scandal, others innocence and endearment. Greens and blues and hues that preserved knowledge of thousands of years.

The man’s met with his ...

Rage is a funny creature.

It feeds on your fear to fuel your anger.

Anger is a right, often used wrong.

Explain it away.

Feel it away.

Exhausted, wish it away.

Or rage and it’s ugly hurt gets wedged in between two hard places.

Found and forgotten,

Or

Lost and shredding apart.

Screaming in your chest so loud it makes your ears bleed.

Shaking in sickness pressing trembling cold fingers...

I tried to keep my blood from spilling on the tile as I stumbled into the ER. I knew from experience that blood wasn’t easy to clean up. My pink jean jacket would never be the same shade.

I moved past a mother and her crying baby and a man who looked to be hungry.

A girl sat behind the receptionist desk. She was playing a game on her phone which I thought was kind of odd. Who knows, perhaps the ...