Cassie Lilly
Stories (3/0)
Smoke and Mirrors
When I was little my big brother used to perform magic tricks for me. He loved magic, he loved magic so much he wanted to be a magician so bad. And every time he performed a magic trick, I would never believe it. I think that's why he showed me his tricks more than anyone else, because it's always the skeptics you want to turn, isn't it? It can't be very fulfilling if there isn't at least one person, one realist who is so completely nailed to the earth in logic. To show them a magic trick, something absolutely and flawlessly impossible. To stun every single nerve in there body, to finally show them that this is it. This is magic. It's real. Absolutely anything is possible. To change that person's core beliefs. To make them see that maybe their dreams could come true. That's magic. The problem is, I always knew it wasn't anything more than just smoke and mirrors. He couldn't make my dreams come true.
By Cassie Lilly4 years ago in Horror
Virtue y Fortuna
I’ve always been quiet. I have always thought to think before I speak. I think it’s served me well actually, and you were a quiet baby too, like I was. And now you’re often told to have a voice. You’re told this so much by so many people that you can barely get a word in edge ways. And I want you to know that having a voice doesn’t mean you have to say something brave or tell the entire world. You don’t have to speak words. Simply choose. Make a choice and be true to how you feel. that’s your voice, and it is shockingly and rightfully valid. I want you to know that when you choose to use it, the right person will hear you.
By Cassie Lilly4 years ago in Families
The Alien Observes
My mum once started to write a book about her life, and in it she introduced her three children in different ways. My brother, first born. Conceived within the false promise of the baby boomer’s last attempts to believe in the nuclear family. Naturally attracting all the glory in the world, he’s always the life of the party, the gentle giant with the gift of enthusiasm, he can talk to anyone and is incredibly friendly. He wears his heart on his sleeve so his sensitive nature is bared for all to see and while his body is strong and his will is brave, his heart is precious. My little sister, the miracle child. Born out of hopeless love into violent delights. She is the light in the darkness, the warm ray of hope that gleams through the morning window, through the looming grey clouds. Smart and thoughtful, she is the reminder that there is hope in times of hopelessness. A beautiful embodiment of potential.
By Cassie Lilly4 years ago in Humans