Isis Lyons
Bio
I am extremely passionate about all things writing; I write poetry, short stories, books, reports, essays, and I even create music lyrics. I'm here to share my passions with you all.
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Stories (41/0)
The Grate X
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. “Everything is so gloomy… at least that’s how everything feels. What a sad, lonely, and lifeless place this is. They say they keep us here for our protection, but they only want to strip us from the truth.” Trees are hanging over the coast, and she watches the water rush into the sand. I walk towards her, I rub her shoulder softly; it’s just my way of comforting her. “No need to get gushy on me now, Zavius.” I rub my head, not sure what to respond with. “I agree we deserve to be free, but there’s danger out there, Monica. We’ve seen it ourselves; we know they’re not lying about the Grate X.”
By Isis Lyons 3 months ago in Horror
Trew
*BANG* *BANG* “I’LL GET THE DOOR, MOMMY!” I run to the door and I slide my fuzzy socks against the sleek, white wood floor. Right before I turn the doorknob I feel my shirt being yanked, “Hey.” I grunt, “You know better than to open the door when I’m not around.” My mom scolds me. I roll my eyes.
By Isis Lyons 4 months ago in Families
A Twisted Miracle
There I am basking in the middle of bright flames, shouting and crying out loud because the only father I knew is laying in front of me, dead. I look up to the blood red dragon. I look into his eyes and I can feel the fire in his heart. The dragon looks up and lets out flames from his mouth. He kneels down towards me and he looks deep into my eyes. All of a sudden, a rampage of memories enters my consciousness and I see everything so clearly now. Penelope, my clueless mother, married a man named Phyllis. They lived in Tranquility, a mystical town. Although my mother and Phyllis were always surrounded by the unknown they’ve always had faith. They were the life of the village; everywhere they went their light radiated onto everyone they were around. They were excited and happy to live their lives together until Phyllis wanted my delightful, but weak mom to carry his child. The first time Penelope realized she was pregnant she was nervous, but grateful to please her husband with whatever he’d like. “You look so beautiful. My love.” Phyllis smiled, “Really? Even with this humongous belly of mine?” Penelope grieved, “Of course, darling.” He complimented, “You will always be the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.” Penelope gave him a half smile; she couldn’t believe his words to be true. She looked in the mirror and all she saw was a fat blob. She walked away from the bathroom mirror and she headed to the kitchen. As she walked into the hall she looked down at the beautiful sleek wood floor… Then her swollen feet; she began to tear up as she stared at the blisters on her toes. She put her back against the wall and she started to bawl, “Penelope?” Phyllis jogged over towards her. She put her hands over her face, “I’m okay… Just leave me here.” She blubbered, Phyllis gently wrapped his arms around her torso. Penelope turned to Phyllis and she held him tightly. “Everything will be okay, I promise.” He expressed. After that breakdown she realized that she hated being pregnant; she disliked how it made her feel on the inside and outside. “What if I’m not a good mother?” She looked up from his chest; Phyllis caressed her curly, brown hair. “You’re going to be amazing.” He grinned, “How do you know that?” She agonized, “You are the most generous and selfless person I know… You’ll be more than amazing.” He reassured her, he grabbed her hand and led her to the dining room. “I’ll make you some vegetable soup.” Phyllis began to take out everything he needed to make the soup. While he was preparing her food Penelope started to feel drowsy; like she was moments away from passing out, “I’ll eat the soup later I’m going in the room to lay down.” She got up from their Sir Raleigh dining chair and she began to make her way to the hall. As she walked towards the bedroom she felt herself losing balance; she fell right on her stomach. “PENELOPE!” Phyllis shouted, he ran to his wife and all he saw was dark red liquid trickling down her leg. He picked her up and he carried her to their carriage.
By Isis Lyons 5 months ago in Horror
Feel
My face is the beautiful canvas that has the sweet nothings painted across. I look in this mirror and all I see is a bright soul inside of a skinned veil. The beauty in this is you see me as way more. You see the curve in my walk, I don’t. You hear the tone, and ring to my voice; I don’t. You feel my energy more powerfully than you feel your own. And I can say the same about you. I see the power in your heart, I feel the weight of your energy. I see you too, just maybe in a different way. This is the beauty of life, this is the magic we hold. We can dance under the stars and it can teach us how enjoyable it is to stay in the moment. Do not think about what will happen next. It hurts too much, it steals the joy of forever, of long term. Because nothing’s promised, and nothing lasts forever. But at least I can have this moment with you, now. Maybe forever in my own way, forever is what we all say. When we know it’s all not true, but maybe we have no proof. We may lose each other everyday, but we’re all a part of the same wave. So maybe we’re always together in some way. I’m sure we’ve felt the same joy before but in our own way. I’m sure we’ve felt the same pain; of course it was in our own way. We’re in this together spiritually, maybe not always physically but that’s okay. You’re not here with me today, but I still remember how you used to lay. I remember the way your lips tasted, I remember feeling like my love was wasted. I know now I had to face it, I had to feel like complete shit. You showed me I deserve better. You are the road that led me to myself, you are the inspiration to most of what I say. You’ve taught me how to be me. I’ve never been simple but I’m who I want to be. I've been cut off, and I had to regrow my confidence. I’ve been used for someone’s foundation, but I’ve grown stronger; exactly like a tree. Some people didn’t appreciate my roots, they would take my branches and they would take my leaves. They would never try to nurture me. So just like a tree I now surrender to nature; I’ve learned what will flow, will flow and what will crash, will crash. I have released everything I have no control over and I’ve taken on the challenge of simply being. Simply loving what is in front of me; when uncomfortable circumstances appear I let them make me feel uncomfortable. I move on with a smile on my face, and a bawled fist just in case. I’ll let everyone feel my wrath, I’ll fight until my very last breath. I’ll laugh when I want to laugh; I’ll cry when I want to cry. I’ll be who I am until the day I die. I won’t let your judgments affect me; you setting limitations on me only affects who you’re going to be. It can’t touch me, it can’t crucify me. For your thoughts are yours and my thoughts are mine. I’ve always had happiness, I’ve always been kind. There’s nothing to find and there’s so much to feel. Why don’t you heal? Why don’t you analyze why you want to change me and figure out what’s the appeal? Why do you care about what I do? What do you have to lose? In a world where everything is borrowed and there’s no such thing as tomorrow. There’s only now, so why don’t you fill your days with love instead of frowns. I’m in this big sea full of entitled beings, sometimes I feel like I’m going to sink and drown. But then I realize I have a choice to flow, I have a choice to gracefully glide across this sea with pure trust. Trust that even your words and the things that you believe mean something to me. Oh, lord how I wish I could attract someone just like me. There’s no such thing, not because others aren’t like me but because I will never see it that way. I’ll always find the difference between you and I, even though there’s plenty of similarities. This is how the ego lies. You can be staring at a spitting image of you but all you’d be able to see is the opposed characteristics. And then maybe you’d realize later how your mind was playing tricks. How most of the time when you are upset with someone’s attitude it’s only because that attitude is deep within you too. You and I are one in the same, there’s no one to blame. We can only look within, this is how we understand our experiences. Every time something terrible happens to you it’s only because there’s something traumatic within you. When you start to heal you realize other people’s actions towards you shouldn’t define your character. We’re just water sulking up our environment, but we can also be the purifier. Being angry is beautiful because it shows your passion for a situation; sadness is amazing because it teaches you how to truly feel. Happiness is overrated because it makes us believe we have to search. Happiness taught me that everything is temporary; happiness can last a lifetime as long as you feel your sadness. As long as you express your rage in a healthy way, let your emotions flow because if you don’t they won’t go. Instead they’ll get stuck in your body and they’ll build a home. It’ll grow depression in its backyard, it’ll hang insecurities like Christmas lights on the inside and on the outside. It’ll bask in self-doubt; all because you didn’t want to feel your emotions. Don’t let people tell you that crying is a weakness, they’re not as strong as you think. Strength is facing your emotions with an open heart, strength is loving yourself when it seems like no one else does. Strength is celebrating your small wins even when no one else notices. Be strong for yourself, love yourself and praise yourself because no one else will.
By Isis Lyons 6 months ago in Poets
Reon
The Problem Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. There’s only one type of species that can hear thousands and thousands of miles away, and this species is named reon. Reons are squamous, strong, metallic beings; their skin is extremely tough and it’s difficult for them to be harmed. There’s billions of reons living on planet Feora; only this planet is hidden far and deep in the abyss. It’s shaped like a human heart and it’s purple. Feora is the coldest, most chilling planet there is; the coldest it can become is negative four-hundred degrees celsius. Living on this planet is like living on an icy island, it used to be their paradise until they began to realize their super hearing was beginning to fade.
By Isis Lyons 8 months ago in Fiction
