Dec 11
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What's in a word?

Dec 11
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The Card Game ~ Prolouge

    Sylvia Hawthorne ran through the halls, cheeks pink, lungs begging for air. She dashed past the chestnut wood doors in the upper hall, legs burning, mind only on her destination. With a crash, she flung open the obsidian door, where she cut short her running. The room was large, and dark. An alchemist’s room. Sylvia brushed her long, black hair behind her ears, then began chanting a spell. She stood with her arms out and palms forward. The blue-purple fire portal grew bigger in front of her. She was so intent on her spell, she didn’t hear the man creeping up on her.

    “Hello, Sylvia.” a voice from behind her said. Sylvia whirled around to see a man leaning in the doorway, a droll smile on his face.
Oct 22
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Roses & Butterflies

She ran through the fields, chasing the blue butterflies and dandelion fluff. It was a beautiful day, and her worries were gone. She glanced upwards at the crystal cobalt sky. Suddenly, a yellow butterfly flew past. She jerked her head toward it, then ran after it, trying to catch it. It led her away, past the fields and right up to the gates of the old rose garden. She stopped short when she saw this place. But slowly, she opened the rusty old gate and stepped inside. The roses were overgrown, and the statue of her mother was dusty. She smiled up at it.
Oct 16
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Promise Forgotten

One day, a little boy and little girl meet.
Soon enough, they hold hands.
They become best friends easily.
Together, they explore magical lands.

They enter the door to their first class,
Glad to be together.
They made a promise long ago,
They’ll be friends no matter the weather.

It’s her 7th birthday.
She invites him to the party.
“No presents,” she tells him.
He decides to buy her three.

Sixth grade, she’s having a blast.
But then she hears he’s getting bullied.
She puts a stop to it instantly.
He tells her, “Thank you. I’ve been freed.”

Two and a half months into eighth grade.
They have new pals, but they’re still friends.
One day he gives her a token,
“Just in case one day it ends.”

But all too soon, tragedy strikes.
His parents divorced, his family split.
She gives him a shoulder and a set of ears.
Oct 05
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Rising Light

Over west,

The sun has gone,

The sun has gone, 

But now I see it.

The sun has gone,

The sun has gone,

But now,

But now I know.

And the wind,

It waits for,

It waits for,

It waits for you. 

Listen to the sound.

Can't you hear it on the wind?

Listen to it,

Listen to it,

Listen to it.

Oh, oh, oh,

Over there,

Over there,

Over there.

The sun sets, 

And on the earth,

It feels so still,

It feels so still,

Can't you see it now?

And now the light has gone.

Stay here.

Sep 28
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Depiction Of A Girl

There's that girl again.
She has short brown hair, which hovers in between straight and curly.
She has soft green eyes, which she hides behind big tortoiseshell glasses.
She has fidgety hands, with fingernails that have been bitten many times.
She wears jeggings and solid color t-shirts.
She hides behind a book, a different one every day.
She keeps to herself, staying quiet and inconspicuous.
She doodles on her classwork and taps her fingers on her desk.
She loves art, and has pages full of drawings.
She wants to be a writer, and spends hours working on her books.
She daydreams about magic, imagining a world full of it.
She is afraid of feedback, and hides her work.
She loves to sing, but tells herself she's not good enough. 
She tries her hand at acting, but is scared to be on stage. 
She looks at herself in the mirror and tells herself she doesn't look good.
She wonders if she'll ever be enough.
Sep 28
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can you hear it?

can you hear it? he says.

what do you mean? she asks.

the voices. he responds, the voices of the earth.

no, she replies. i can't hear it.

he smiles and and holds out his hand.

i can teach you, he says.

her eyes are sad, but her mouth smiles. 

you can't, she says. you can't teach me what i chose to forget.

why? he asks, his eyes conveying his sorrow. why not?

it will only bring sorrow, she warns.

i don't belive it, his mouth says, but in truth, he knows he does.

you'll belive it, she says. its just a matter of time.

i'll still love you, he promises.

i know, she responds. that's why you can't do this.

please, he begs.

i'm sorry, she says. i'm sorry.

her eyes are filled with heartbreak as she starts to leave.

don't go! he cries.

i love you too much not to, she tells him.
Sep 27
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They tell you your voice is lousy.

Sing anyways.

They tell you your lines are faulty.

Act anyways.

They tell you your art is cheap.

Draw anyways.

They tell you your piece is junky.

Write anyways.

Do what you love.
They tell you're bad in a million ways.

Do what you love anyways.

Sep 27
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Quote Of The Day 9/27/118

Sep 26
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It was the last word he ever said. 

She was waiting in the shadows when he came. He unlocked the door and threw the key on the table. He hesitaned, the stepped forward.

"Hello?" he said.

She pulled the trigger.