The Mountains Still to Climb
More than thoughts and prayers
Thirty-five shootings
A mountain not a mole hill
Mass murder in schools...
About the Creator
Riley Forest
(they/them)
Thanks for joining me on this adventure.
Reading and writing help me feel less alone. I love all forms of art.
Born in Alberta, CA. Based in Florida, US.
Link to my Youtube channel to see videos of my poetry!
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The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English6 days ago in Fiction
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