Waves etched into the fermenting piece,

Time’s gentle carving will never cease.

The rings of the tree hold stories untold,

Of secrets kept and memories old.

An entire lifetime, displayed in inches,

generations born, without flinches,

A long story to tell, with parts,

Far too sacred to dispel.

The bark is a shield for what lies within,

A record of loss, of love, and of sin.

Each ring...

Smoke blots out the sun, the dark swirls covering the land in an artificial night.

The amber scent would scrunch the nose of almost anyone, a spice meant to burn.

But what most don’t realize, is this was the result of Fire, attempting to love Life. The plants that grow from the soil, reaching towards the sunlight.

Fire wasn’t trying to hurt her, as she wrapped her delicate flames around the ro...

All this time I thought he was the villain, but as I watched the blood drip from my fingertips, I know know, it’s all a matter of perspective....

“Cold water feels warm when your freezing.“...

When all hope is lost,

What do we rely on?

Do we wait for the day,

When we finally die?

Those with hope don’t like death,

Because they love the lie,

Of happily ever after,

Build behind their eyes,

Why does everyone love life,

But hate death,

When death is the painful truth,

When life is a beautiful lie?

I'm so weak,

I need to hold on,

I can’t breath,

When I’m underground.

Can anyone hear ...

3

2

1

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

I press my body to the floor, glad not much of my skin could touch the cold tile, but also wishing I was wearing less as the fire beat against my skin in one, powerful pulse. I waited just an extra second, to make sure every explosive went off. That one second could be the difference between victory, and death.

Knowing how The Watchers work, if I’m caught, ...

The rubble is cutting my hands to ribbons, and the dust is filling my lungs, trying to suffocate me in a slow, painful manner. Filling my body with what felt like concrete, making my joints and limbs heavy and stiff. My eyes are glass, and my eyelids sandpaper. Making it impossible to tell if keeping my eyes glued shut, or trying to peel them open and make the slow and painful blinks. But I was m...

Three minutes?

People paused in their tracks, looking up in confusion as a booming voice echoed from the sky, declaring, "Three minutes remaining."

Frozen.

Not a single breath could be heard . But that was before the noise started. Some ran for shealter, pushing and shoving those smaller than them out of the way. Others started crying and scremaing unsure of how to react.

But one particula...

Worlds without stories, are where the best storytellers are born.

It didn't start as an obsession. Just something that gave me a natural high, enabling me to soar to the skies above. People call me a curious soul, and I don't blame them for it. My stories aren't like the ones told to children. Shared when tucking them in under blankets and dimming the lights.

I stumbled upon storytelling by cha...

Blood stained her face, her loved one looking at her warily as she stared back at them menacingly.

“This is who I am, and there is no need to be afraid.” She said, stepping forward. He took a step back mirroring her. The pain on her face was visible even though she tried to hide it. The rush of adrenaline leaving her.

He looked disgusted and confused, and that broke her heart even more. She did...