A picture tells a thousand words, and a thousand words can paint a beautiful picture.
I have been a writer all of my life. It has been like an anchor for me to release emotions, process ideas, and escape into a world of fantasy.
Green's New Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Or at least it felt like it wasn't. I knew I was staring at myself but I appeared older. My dark hair was not as vibrant, I could see some gray hairs starting to appear around my scalp. Crow's feet were popping up around my eyes as I grinned. 'Where did all the time go?' I thought to myself. The room was dark and dusty with sunlight poking through the curtains. Perhaps this is what was causing my appearance.
I Look Up
Peak is high Ground is low I look up.
Song of Ghosts (Part 1)
THEY SAID I HAVE A GIFT. I remember sitting in the Principal’s office when I was a thirteen year old girl with my parents. I felt like being in this office meant that I was in trouble, but I wasn’t. This was good terms. I still kept myself clenched in my seat, my mother touching my shoulder to try and calm me down.
Midnight Train To…
RUMBLE. JOLT. SMACK. “Ahrg!” I woke up with my face smacking on a seat in front of me. I opened my eyes but everything was blurry. I applied pressure from my hand, and looked down to see that it was covered in blood. “Shit!” I muttered. I looked around and saw that I was on a train. I don’t even know how I got on here…. Another odd occurrence was that there was no one else on this car. The train was going a phenomenal speed. I could feel the shaking. It was hard to move.