It started as a tiny flame

In the pit of my heart

The oxygen kept flowing

But I ignored it

Expecting it to dwindle

It grew and grew

It burns and burns

You provided the water to keep the fire under control

With your flowers

Your flowers were finite

So I felt bad when I took one

The fire ate up the flower

Another day, another burning petal

I pulled you into the fire with me

I managed to get you out...

As Nova explores further and further into the big, silent field, the louder the voice echoed. It was as if it were calling her. The wind whistles gently, blowing softly on her face. The cool summer night was heavy with dew, the moon shining on it and turning it silver. The sky was clear, and all the stars were visible against the pitch-blackness of the sky. The voice blended right in, like rocks o...

She had never felt so alone. She had friends, a nice, loving, accepting family, but she never felt at home. Ever since the accident she hadn’t felt the same. It was like she was stuck in the past, while everyone was moving forward, she found herself acting like she used to, thinking like she used to, and looking like she used to, not aging or maturing at all. It had been 9 years since it happened....

She looked at the field, once green and springy with dew, now stained with blood. Tired, sweaty warriors, once young, innocent classmates stood, some dead, some dying, some kneeling over their fallen friends, but most were standing, chin up, tears of victory streaking their bloody faces while they looked proudly at their newfound queen. Amy raised her chin. ”Students of the Temple, ” she began sol...