Melissa Faith
Bio
Writing has gifted me so much. It has held me. Brought me solace through suffering. It has built me a bridge back to myself.
I hope within my pages, within my weaving of words, you may also find a gift.
Stories (11/0)
Breath of Fire
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley” Her ears had perked at his voice, filled with such wonder and enthusiasm. He was speaking to a young boy, possibly his grandson. She had only glanced over for a second, cynicism lining her gaze. Surely, he didn’t think this was better than before? How could he?
By Melissa Faith2 years ago in Fiction
Rainbows of Respect
For so long, she wiped people's footprints off herself. She cut off limbs to give to others. Sewed up the holes their words left. Looking in the mirror, beaten and battered, she painted it new. She painted a girl who demanded respect. She painted a girl who was soft and strong. Brave with boundaries. And as she took a step back, her skin glowed clear. Her body whole. Her stitches gone.
By Melissa Faith3 years ago in Poets
Girl on Fire
Clothes littered the ground, ripped off hangers or dropped in piles like mounds on a battleground. A shoe, worn out and foreign rested lonely near the doorway, left behind. Abandoned. Shards of glass decorated the floor, strangely beautiful and glimmering in the flickering lights, contrasting harshly with the surrounding messes. Glimmering in light that was all too fluorescent. Indecently so. Shining too brightly when a mask of darkness would have been a much kinder gift.
By Melissa Faith3 years ago in Fiction
