Sometimes when I get so angry I think the whole world is out to get me. I see the red and I know what I’m about to say or do I will regret.

My words are knives, drawing blood as soon as they leave my lips. I know that when this happens the world falls still. Like I was watching a film and pressed the pause button. The people stop moving, the chatter the ceases. The fabric of time utterly interrup...

There is a city

A city of magic for many

Of warm smells in the marketplace

Where coins are traded

And stories are told

Of little kids running home

Their hands sticky with honey

Grins wide and laugh bright

They are greeted in their parents loving embrace

The dad spins them around

While the mom gently scolds them for being late

In this city where no one is unloved

No one is hungry, no one i...

Secrets and lies

Deception and betrayal

Truths forgotten, Hearts locked

Gold chains tight, the key lost to the sea

I’m buried under my sins, choking with regret

I cry and sob. I scream and yell.

Hope flys away, till I see the light of you

I laugh and smile, I breathe and blink

I confess

Gold chains loosen, the key is found

Truths remembered, Hearts unlocked

I confess I confess I confess

I _c...

“Truth or Truth Mir?” I look up at the sound of my preferred name. I roll my eyes, “do we seriously have to play this game?!” Gabe rolls he’s eyes at me “It’s tradition! Tilly, Wylie back me up here” Tilly sighs “it is what we do on the first day of summer since we were 5” Wylie nods “can’t break the tradition now” I grin despite myself “fine you probably won’t believe this, but I pick truth” Gabe...

To whoever,                                                                                                     November, 6 1605

  I don't know who will get this or when. Whether in a few days, months or years. Whoever you are, you will know me. My name is Annabelle Rose Floquet. I was born in 1585. It is 1605. I am trapped. 

Sincerely, 

                 Ana Rose 

Ana Rose,                     ...

Every day I wake.

The sun greets me in the exact same place.

I go about my day with grace.

As I’ve done to race

Against the the time of day

My horses nay and the sheep bay

Time passes and I grow grey

Yet I wake another day...