Illusive

Joined April 2020

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I like to write for fun and I am gonna be posting short stories and old excerpts on here! I would really love if you would give my stories a read!

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Yet I dance
You claim to live in the shadows, yet you shine so brightly. A different realm of tyranny, consumed by the bittersweet kiss of the night sky.
By Illusive10 months ago in Poets
There was nothing
I was standing in the parking lot. The laughter of my sister echoing in the abyss of the night. I remember looking at you.
By Illusive10 months ago in Poets
The Buzz
Mindless chatter Buzzing Another sentence Buzzing Time moves on Buzzing The static of the TV echoes on long after it has been unplugged.
By Illusive12 months ago in Poets
Tea
Performing a spell can be as simple as stirring your drink in the morning. It’s about intention. Focus on a singular goal and an action. Anyone can unwittingly do it. Especially children who become a little too curious. Alex was around 11 when he did his first spell. It was water based. He found it on the internet. The spell was to wet your hands in cold water and hold it there.
By Illusiveabout a year ago in Fiction
Past Present Future
The past should stay the past sometimes. Past you was a completely different person then the way you are now. At least that’s how it feels to me. So when faced with yourself what can be done. What do you say to yourself?
By Illusive2 years ago in Poets
Mall bench
Sitting alone in a mall is not nearly as lonely as it once was for me. I found myself in a small corner on a bench. The constant buzz of people filling my ears as I awaited patiently for friends. Old me would have started crying. Yet now I’m an old broke college student.
By Illusive2 years ago in Poets
Burn
Trigger Warning: Suicide and Bullying You meet bad people in your life, all the time. Being loved by everyone is just unrealistic. In the end in society, it always comes down to values.
By Illusive2 years ago in Poets
“Two bookworms in love”
Vince didn’t need anyone else but his books but the amount of times his peace was interrupted by others was more than he could count and it was starting to tick him off. The cafe he often found himself reading at was mostly silent but every so often some extrovert would come and sit with him. They always seemed concerned that he was sitting alone and asked if the young gentleman was waiting for someone. How they saw him sitting there so often alone. No Vince was not a lonely person and any person who talked with him would know that. So on this particular day Vince was mentally preparing himself for some energetic individual to come up and ask how his day was going.
By Illusive3 years ago in Fiction
Sleep
I always wondered if I was strange for instantly having the urge to fall asleep whenever I was at a friend's house. There was a part of me that wanted to. I wanted them to go about their day doing what they wished as I fell asleep on their sofa. Sometimes it wasn’t even at their house. At the table we sat at together in the mornings I would rest my head and hear them talk to each other. I don’t think I ever felt more satisfied than at that moment.
By Illusive3 years ago in Poets
Boston Rain
I stared up at the dismal skies smiling. They say sad people like the rain. I think that is because at least to me the rain is a sign that the sky is crying for me. Like a god that has claimed pity. Or a friend hugging you tightly after you whispered your secrets to them. It was enough to overcome grief at least for a short enough time.
By Illusive3 years ago in Fiction
The Trio of Bittersweet Nights
Clay was slipping; he knew that he was going to disappear. So he clung to everything he could. He demanded a presence for as long his body could handle it. The headaches only made his energy dissipate faster. It was getting harder and harder to smile. Next thing he knew months have gone past. He ignored calls to cancel hangouts. His mind returned to a muddled mess.
By Illusive3 years ago in Fiction
Short stories #1
Short story #1 Flower Crown I remember that day, She wore a crown of marigolds that she had stolen from the sun kissed fields where we lay. She fiddled with the tall grass smiling slyly over her shoulder as laughter escaped her lips. Her chipped nails were orange. Matching the vibrant landscape. It was all sunshine. She was sunshine.
By Illusive3 years ago in Fiction

Illusive

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Yet I dance

There was nothing

The Buzz

Tea

Past Present Future

Mall bench

Burn

“Two bookworms in love”

Sleep

Boston Rain

The Trio of Bittersweet Nights

Short stories #1

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