There might be a heart,

Beneath the jagged shards,

If you chisel my frigid core.

No one has succeeded,

By dressing up my coldness,

In frilly light, plastic and fake.

I need to feel the pain.

Make me beg for mercy.

Make me feel something.

Impale the ice,

Kill it if you must,

But if it digs,

Deeper and deeper into my heart,

Maybe it can find warmth....

I don’t understand

How curiosity came to be

Though that may just be me

Other have an overwhelming yearning

To be free

Why do people explore?

Haven’t they learned its unsafe?

Have people not learned to stay inside,

Not to waste away,

But to live to see another day!

Curiosity leads to nothing but devestation

Routine and structure

Science and perfection

Give us performance and outcomes

That we c...

Chapter #1: The Breaking of Icewind Fjord: The Origin of a Common Saying

Long before maps named the lands and cities drew borders with ink and pride, there was a northern realm known only as Icewind. Nestled between jagged mountain ridges and dense pine forests, Icewind's villages clung to the edges of its vast frozen fjords like frost on glass. Its people were hardy, carved from the same granit...

Writing Prompt: June 20 - "Create an origin story for a common saying, such as 'break the ice' or 'once in a blue moon'."

Once upon a time, there was a young boy who dreamed of being a tradesman.

He followed the master tradesmen of the town around to their jobs and observed with diligence what tools they used and how they accomplished their tasks through the day.

Following them around, he wou...

(This story is in two perspectives, and when I posted it, the colors I used turned back to white (or black if you’re using light mode) so you can’t really tell which perspective is which. The trick is that every new paragraph/two lines down is switching perspectives. It goes like this:

Perspective 1……….

Perspective 2…….

Perspective 1……

Etc.

If you are still confused or have any questions them l...

My grandfather is in the military. He's been a part of the military for a little over six years. Will I ever get to see him again? I spend most of my days sitting on the window sill of my bedroom and my mom is always out front gardening. I have a great view of her from where I sit and she has a great view of me too.

She sees me, she notices me, she notices my pain and my weeping, she s...

Break the ice

Say it twice

Not very nice

Full of fright

Cold dark night

No more sight

Not just right

Need more light...

Once in a blue moon by J.Seefeld.

Once upon a time there was a man named Harold Archer. He lived in a small town with a close knit community located in a rural field farmland area. He was happy, well mostly. He felt something was missing, something he longed for. And that thing, was a lover. Someone to hold and to swoon over. Someone to kiss goodnight and make coffee for each morning just because...

“Excuse me Headmistress you have a … visitor.”

Brontë was pale as delivered the message. Her last word wobbly and uncomfortable as a pebble in one’s shoe. Standing, Jackson froze. Energy cackling from her fingernails, Hemingway sprang towards the door. The Order was many things, mystical, erudite, ancient. Most of all the Order was secret. No one could just drop by.

“H halt!” The Headmistress s...

It must have been a man who said don’t cry over spilled milk

A father

Or a brother

Or a son

Of a breastfeeding mother

Because what else am I supposed to do with this rage

The last thing I needed

On top of everything else

I finally got four hours of sleep

And I’m drenched

And the bed is drenched

And it’s dripping

Leaking

Spilling from my breasts

Down my stomach

Down my thighs

...