What a cold night it was, one of the numerous cold nights of the season, promising more to come. It was September 21st. It had been over a week since Ana disappeared. There was something so haunting about the way she had just vanished without a trace. No one in our small town of Stagsmere,…
Author: Stephanie Z
Arietes and Cervelli
It was a cold January night, deep in the heart of a barren wasteland when they rose. An inky nightfall swept the land, the wind howled like never before as the sand dunes split open to reveal large bodies, ashen and shriveled. Some were hulking and beastly, rib cages sharp and heaving like a winter…
Magic
There must have been some magic, That I know for sure. Cause these things simply don’t happen Just because they can. I would know, I saw it all happen, With my own two eyes. A carrot nose sniffling in the cold, Acorn mouth twitching at the corners, Stiff stick fingers furling and unfurling, Loose buttons,…
Dreams
Up above the stars are clear and bright, While all around the snow is soft and white. Everything is silent and still, As I lay my head on the windowsill. I fall into a dream filled slumber, And I can’t help but wonder. What it would be like to soar in the sky, To swim…
Unforgiving
Oh, the weather outside is frightful, And we all are feeling spiteful, ‘Bout the things we never had. Making everyone feel sad. But how lucky we are to ever have a bit, Some people only have a bench to sit. Only the clothes on their back, Everything else they lack. Braving the snow and chill,…
Little Tears
Little smiles and little tears are all that we brought, Someone to share a cup with is all that we sought. Winter breezes blowing astray, But in the cold snow, huddled we stay. Hidden in the chill of the North, Grasping onto our last bit of warmth. Kindness is all that we need, Budding from…
teachmetofly
stifling, moist air wrapped around my face a torrent of waves screamed as it shoved against itself only to stumble back to where it started the pasty, rust-covered lighthouse tilted in its place hideous grey mud mottled the crepitating stairs an ominous hum seemed to reverberate against the walls and swim in my ears, crawling…
Bubbles
Twirling gracefully, pirouetting out of my reach, trying to ascend over my dirty hands. I scrutinize them as they swayed mindlessly, danced carelessly, and spun around like a pulchritudinous ballerina. The bubbles were clear glass windows keeping me enclosed. Like an exit that I could not escape through, able to see into it yet not…
her soul was a color only i could remember
Her heart was a harmonious red It was the color of the burning sun that rose that morning It was the color of the leaves of the flaming tree outside of her window It was the color of the cardinal that had landed on her windowsill His blazing chest the color of pyrope garnet It…