P.Skyy

By day, a warehouse manager. ☀️ - By night, a writer of poetry and stories. 🌙 - In the time between, superwoman. 🦸‍♀️

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P.Skyy

By day, a warehouse manager. ☀️ - By night, a writer of poetry and stories. 🌙 - In the time between, superwoman. 🦸‍♀️

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Apologies for the WishStorm

P.Skyy

1 min read

If wishes fell like rain,

Then certainly I am a storm.

I am a rainstorm

Filled of large, full drops.

Each one splashing hard

against the pavement

And splattering

From the impact.

The wishes I rain down

onto the world are numerous.

Those caught outside unawares

Would call it a torrential downpour.

But for me, I think it is more

Iike a torrential _OUT_-pour.

Each wish forms and falls,

Forms an...

Poetry

Hatchling

P.Skyy

2 min read

I wake in my bed, my hair the usual bird’s nest. I groggily rub my eyes and then stretch out my long, slender limbs. The stretch feels both awakening and tiresome. I definitely did not get enough sleep.

My feet hit the floor as I slide out of bed and I begin my usual routine. I rake the my finger’s through my hair to tame it as I walk over towards my Drageck. The scaly egg, shimmers golden with ma...

Fantasy

YA fiction

Love without Spells

P.Skyy

3 min read

When the fairy’s love spell fades… well let’s just say it’s not always pretty. It isn’t just two people who are effected. The whole family can be ripped apart.

Like mine is ripping apart right now.

I don’t understand why we need a fairy’s love spell in the first place. I sure didn’t need one to fall head over heels for the boy who lives on the other side of town. Collin. With his curling, chocolat...

Fantasy

Romance

The Overlap

P.Skyy

1 min read

He stood in the lake’s edge. The wind did not stir his long overcoat or even whisper to ruffle his hair.

Electricty crackled in the air, strong enough to taste and strikes of lightning rained down to the water’s surface around him.

He watched the shoreline, waiting. He knew she loved storms, it was only a matter of time before she would be outside, arms wide open and face tilted to the sky.

She wo...

Fantasy

Romance

Seduction

P.Skyy

1 min read

Fog curls upon the streets.

It rises and twists

like dancers appearing from mists

And vanishing just as quick.

Like a lover’s finger

A tendril of fog grazes my skin

sending shivers that linger…

Ever the softest caress.

The fog is playful,

Impishly so.

I swear it giggles.

The whispers sweetly

To draw me in.

It dances beneath lamplights

In unfettered abandon

As if freed

From a lifetime of inhib...

Poetry

Romance