In corners where the moonlight breaks,

they gather—silent, thin as smoke,

their eyes like cinders, burning low

beneath the breathless cloak of night.

I see them when the wind stands still,

when lamps flicker, one by one,

and even shadows seem to flee

the places where their feet have been.

They wear no face, yet I recall

the curve of grief behind their stare.

They murmur names I’ve never known—

a...

You slide the bag across the table, the hooded figure opposite you peers inside.

“Where the hell did you find this?!”

Their gloved fingers trembled as they pulled out the object: a coin no larger than a silver piece, yet it pulsed with a dim, orange glow—like a coal refusing to die. Etched on its face was a rune long banned by the High Mages, the mark of the Ember Court.

“In the ruins east of Th...

I ride on wings through skies of flame,

Where dragons call me by my name,

And nothing here is quite the same—

‘Cause I live in a world that isn’t real.

The fairies dance in glowing light,

They shimmer soft and vanish bright,

They guard the stars throughout the night—

And I live in a world that isn’t real.

Unicorns run through fields of gold,

With silver horns and hearts so bold,

Their stories mo...

They said I’d lose, I proved them wrong,

Been hurt for years, but I stayed strong.

Wrote my pain in every line,

Now they all know I’ma shine.

Twelve years old, I had no choice,

So I picked up a pen and found my voice.

Cried at night, no one could see,

But I knew there was more to me.

No support, just me and hope,

Climbed out the dark, learned how to cope.

They talk down, but I don’t pity—

Now I’...