From the distance I could see the brilliance in the fire. I watched as the smoke spread across the sky reaching to fill every possible open space. That’s who I want to be. I want to be the fire. I want to move through life exuding danger and destruction. To be like the smoke, cascading and enveloping with a thickness that burns with every breath. When our eyes meet the next time mine will be so br...
I watched from my usual spot on the hill. The lavender fields were slowly dying. Even now I couldn’t help but notice the gray starting to permeate their petals. To my disdain, it wasn’t the most lovely day, for the sky was still clouded over from the nighttime showers of delicate rain. That odd, natural fog flowed from the distant forest.
_Willow rushed out to see a extraordinary sight. There in the distance a cloud of pink,purple,and glitter billowing in the sky. “What is it mama?”her young daughter Nedella said. “I don’t know my dear, why don’t you go inside, I will be in in just a short while”. “Ok mama”, Nedella said a ran her small little legs back to the house. Nedella was Willows only child and she raised her by herself sinc...
I stare down at the woman beneath me. Her luminous, almost opalescent skin, now faded to a hollow grey. Her hair fans around her like the halo of a fallen angel. Her once vibrant eyes, now vacant, haunting. The glistening tears that cascade down her cheeks, seem to possess one burning question.
_Why_?
I have taken what isn’t mine. I am a liar, a thief, a tyrant.
I stare down at the woman beneath me. Her luminous, almost opalescent skin, now faded to a hollow grey. Her hair fans around her like the halo of a fallen angel. Her once vibrant eyes, now vacant, haunting. The glistening tears that cascade down her cheeks, seem to possess one burning question.
_Why_?
I have taken what isn’t mine. I am a liar, a thief, a tyrant.
“Mable! Help me!” I scream, as my parasol threatens to fly out of my grip.
“Annie, what did you do?” Mable says, as she runs towards me.
“I- I don’t know! I just tried to cast a spell, but suddenly this purple smoke burst everywhere and a storm approached, I don’t know what happened!” I reply, my voice frantic.
Mable looks at me, and raises a brow. “This came from trying to cast on...
The legend has it that once a hundred years, hope is formed. Which is needed in our town.
We walk the streets in dark clothes, begging for food and water from our gods. They never listen.
A month ago, the purple spawned. It was beautiful compared to the gray of our normal lifes. The trees in the far back made it look like a painting, the sorunding scenery reflecting a purple tint. It started g...