Stories (7/0)
Just for me
As much as I try to resist, the overpowering smell of your perfume fills the room. It's a scent I once thought I was immune to, but now it surrounds me, bringing back memories I thought I had left behind. Looking around, I can't escape the traces of you that linger in every corner. It's a surreal moment, one that I struggle to put into words. This feeling, this connection - it's unlike anything I've ever experienced before.
By Kings Loyalty2 months ago in Poets
Mr Leprechaun 2 extended
On a dark night, the streets are quiet as St. Patrick's Day approaches. I tap my hammer lightly, a signal to let you know that the mischievous leprechaun is near. I sneak into your home, pulling out all your laces and sprinkling glitter in your hair. As you walk around, you'll find my gold coins scattered everywhere, a playful reminder of my presence.
By Kings Loyalty2 months ago in BookClub
Mr Leprechaun
St Patrick's Day is approaching, and the streets are noisy. I am the leprechaun, causing mischief with my hammer and glitter. I will leave my gold coins everywhere, always staying one step ahead. No trap can catch me, I will turn everything upside down and inside out. I am quick and clever, escaping every attempt to capture me. My tricks are endless, and I will outsmart any trap set for me. You may try, but catching me is impossible. I will continue to play my pranks and leave with a full belly. Your efforts are in vain, for I am too crafty to be caught. The challenge continues, but I will always elude your grasp.
By Kings Loyalty2 months ago in BookClub
Finding You
The lonely road traveled, nowhere to turn. You smile to hide your sadness, you smile to hide the pain. To others, you are the strength that moves the world and the glue that bonds it tightly together; but to yourself, you are just human. You feel pain, hurt, and betrayal. On the outside, you are tough as nails, but deep down inside you are fragile as a snail shell. You move through life helping other people with their problems, but when you have problems, who do you turn to? How do you ask for help when everyone comes to you? They see you as the almighty warrior, problem solver. Traveling down this lonely road of greatness to others, but to you, it’s a lonely highway, with no one to really confide in, too many serpents among you. You tried opening up to people, but they show their true colors, you think to yourself, "Damn, I knew that was serpent when I laid eyes on them." You begin to wonder, "Is everyone like this?"
By Kings Loyalty5 years ago in Motivation
Death Valley Road
It all started on a hot summer day. I’m so lost; they say take the road less traveled but that leads to a dead end, down a lonely dark cold road with no outlet. I turn around but my vision is blocked by a blinding light; if I go back the way I came, I would have to feel my way as the light is so blinding. Stuck in a heart drenching situation staying on this road with no outlet, or turning around to the blinding light that was not there when I traveled down the road less traveled. No phone service to call for help, tears begin to roll down my eyes; I feel my fate for taking this road less traveled. No signs of human existence or even a ounce of water. I began to yell at the top of my lungs until I can't yell anymore; I drop to the ground in disbelief, or maybe delusion; to my eyes, appear a serpent.
By Kings Loyalty5 years ago in Horror