In my dreams as a very little girl, I awake to a birthday morning in a room streaming in fluffy pink ribbons and balloons of pink hearts all around me, awaiting a kitchen filled with presents enwrapped in pink and a delicious cake of the same shade. I awake this morning to my dream. written…
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1,000 Days of Missing You Deeply
In my hands a box of thyme I gift to you, wondering what with it will all you do. Will you open its lid and let the pieces scatter in the wind, the saddest of all sins? Or will you with generous hand flavor it in every dish, and in your sentiment, fulfill my sweetest…
princess transformation | self-indulgent dress sequence
the princess adorns her new gown for the ball, feeling more beautiful and strange than ever before! Laileah sat on a low window seat, swinging her feet. As she waited for the other woman, she admired the craftsmanship of her gown. It was one of the most delicate shades of blue she had ever seen,…
A Child Born With a Greater Propensity for Sadness than His Peers
memories of the fairytale’s prince In a clearing that had lost its detail and remained only its space and existence were four children. Two boys of bronze skin and golden hair, and the other set of twins the boys both called Flower. One of the boys, louder and brash, was usually not to play with…
Words of the Beloved
What a gift she was, what a gift she held, what a gift she loved. There would be no satisfaction in death for either of them, she thought, if they did not complete what they were tasked to do.
voids of time, lost to time
“No time left in the present” No time measured in the glass spheres That broke into shards All around him “No time like the present,” he told himself No time, no time left in the present So he spun the shards about the dead ground until he bled Visiting pieces that would have best been …
all for nothing
written 10/16 “I spent so much of my time worrying about things that don’t matter. How many hours did I read about all the different types of flowers, I couldn’t tell you. I thought I had loved them. I truly believed I did. It was nice to study their intricacies and what made them distinct…
tumble of the promise
transferred promise passed down promise a shared promise to people who didn’t know they would be shared Do you hate me for doing it? Do you hate me enough to care? ~Sammicakes
Almost Done Being Alone | Song
Inspired by your thoughts enchanted by your actions my life is meaningless if you live with no satisfaction Every day I wait for you sitting amongst the flowers in the meadow to come up from the hill and pull me into you, tell me it’s time to go And on days where you take too…
Writing 100+ Pages in 30 Days! | Saturday Ramblings
Happy Saturday! I took a break from posting on my blog, but it was all for good reason, I promise. I came up with a new story idea in the start of the summer, and it completely consumed me. I was sick of thinking about it, having all the different strings of plot points and…
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