Queen of AmethystI am the Queen of Amethyst. A lover for knowledge and a seeker for wisdom. I dwell above the skies where the sun meets the moon as they kiss each other goodnight. I belong into fairytales where I was made from these chapters. My crown were made of purple crystals and broken roots from trees that were left behind. I am the Queen of Ameythst. Bones made of broken constellations and flesh made of rose petals. I carry an ancient heart created by Ancient hands. I wear a dress filled with midnight skies and carry a soul filled with the universe, a soul made for infinity between heaven and earth. I am the Queen of Amethyst, a hunter who hunts the shadows of darkness and locks them up in Pandora's box as I burn it up in ashes. I silence the monsters under children's beds with the help from God, I let the children sleep in peace with angels's protection. I don't live in fancy castles nor live in gold of riches. I live in woods and forests behind that silver gate where it is hiddQueen of Amethyst11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Fields of GrayFields of GrayFields of Gray2 days ago in Short Stories
“You can't tell me that you believe in a world that is black and white—where there is no dispute between action and consequence. You can't tell me that we reside within a utopia, for this place is imperfection incarnate.” Lee Stern held his dark-stained pipe in a hand plagued ever so slightly by a minor case of tremors. Thick and rich smoke rolled from its open mouth like a dragon's nostril. The tendrils reached high into the gloom before disappearing against a black ceiling.
A small, haggard fan droned in exhaustion on a broad oak desk behind Stern that was cluttered mercilessly with papers and texts. Two mugs of coffee rested upon a quaint Brazilian table. Stern eyed his cup, listened to the calming hum of the fan, and then smiled at the man sitting across the table from him. He knew Richard Pinske quite well, and as Pinske's challenging gaze ran a swift course across the beautiful lacquered tab
The Impossible ChoiceBREMERTON WASHINGTON MAY 20 1993The Impossible Choice2 days ago in Short Stories
It was as though the weather itself had turned sorrowful, as though it knew what this day would hold. At the far end of the harbor, isolated from the countless destroyers and submarines laid up, a big battleship sat at her moorings. She was docked between two of her siblings both older than her. Missouri could see Iowa to her left, fast asleep. New Jersey was to her right, head swiveled about to watch their eldest sibling closely. When Iowa had come in here two years earlier, the wound on her turret had not been repaired. New Jersey had done her best to use what herbs she could but the wound stubbornly refused to heal. So the fleet's healer had taken up constant vigilance on it for any sign of infection. In this wet climate, gangrene was a real concern.
Missouri sighed, turning to her sister. "You know you should get some rest sometime right?" She asked. "Spare me Missouri." New Jersey snorted. Missouri sighed. "I'm awake now, I can watch Iowa." She sai
The Sun Rises On HellWill there ever be a day when God graces his fallen creations, the 'Deviations' our ancestors had cast down to dark depths so many centuries ago? Spilling bright crimson to be witnessed among other colors, it seemed to be our goal this whole time. To strike fear in the hearts of the wicked in place of our One True God, to rectify the world and keep hold of the original image we so vaguely remember. That precious Garden of Eden that is left with the nostalgic sense of melancholy. However, none have entertained the thought that possibly Hell is not a prison made in His image. That this twisted realm of tainted purity and torn spirits has a veil of locked away truth, secrets that the weak minds of mankind can't possibly face. In fear of everything they've worked so hard to keep away, coming back to haunt them for eternity.The Sun Rises On Hell2 days ago in Short Stories
The Lord is meant to be an entity of light, I can only assume that he could never dream of harming his own children, his own creations. Only meaning to teach us what we
Broken 9 It's strange. It's strange. It's so very strange. I wonder if it was there the whole time?Broken 96 hours ago in Short Stories
My parents. They... cried. My siblings. Mother. She was very upset. She hugged me a lot and just cried. Father just kept petting my hair. I'm not sure I understand. But... I like it. They say I can go home tomorrow, as long as I start going to a doctor. I don't really want to. But... at the same time... I think it's okay. Somethings different. I'm not sure what. It's just... there.
It's strange. I'm strange. It was there... the whole time.
DeterminismThey talked to me today. I wanted to tell them that I wasn't there, that I had climbed out of the window or sunk beneath the floor. Not that it would have made any difference. I honestly believe that they would keep on talking even if I wasn't there. After all, how relevant am I? I cannot change the laws of physics, and what I am now is the sum totality of my experiences. I call myself me, but really if someone else had been born when I had, where I had... then they would be me too. They would still talk to them, to this other me, or maybe they would speak to the empty air. In the end, it is all the same. If I did fall through the floor or escape through the window, it would make no difference. All I am is me, wherever I go, and wherever I go I am only there because everything led to me being there. It should be wonderfully freeing, to know that nothing I do matters, and yet it is not. I am crushed beneath the weight of history and squeezed into the future. I do not know what awaits meDeterminism13 hours ago in Short Stories
Life Sucks in the RhapsodyIt all started when his girlfriend disappeared about three days ago.Life Sucks in the Rhapsody1 day ago in Short Stories
Noah had enough trouble not wanting to scream at everyone to begin with. To be fair, Noah has been taking his prescribed meds and has been doing very well with trying to contain his temper, but sometimes being bi polar works for the best when you want to guilt someone into loving you. That's how he felt, at least, about his girlfriend Sarah. Sarah was beautiful, on the outside, that is. Think of her, if you will, like an old Mustang. She looks beautiful on the outside, but one would not believe all the interior work it needed. Noah thought this comparison was funny at the time before he realized how actually spot on it really was. And now that he was thinking about it, he realized that they never really "loved" (or were infatuated with for the more sensitive crowd) her. They more or less just fit together. It was this scenario that made him feel a bit sick. He went for a late night bike ride to clear his head that end
Scribble#16 Zwiegespraech"Noch einen Kaffee bitte!", bestellte Niklas mit gehobener Hand. Der Kellner kam heran und sah ihn mit fragendem Ausdruck an. "Einen Kaffee? Espresso oder Cappuchino?", fragte er mit leicht arrogantem Klang in der Stimme. Niklas rutschte auf seinem Platz etwas zurecht. Er räusperte sich. "Mit Milch, bitte. Einen Filterkaffee mit Milch.", wiederholte er, etwas eingeschüchtert durch die Frage des Kellners.Scribble#16 Zwiegespraech16 hours ago in Short Stories
Über dessen Nase bildete sich eine kleine, argwöhnische Falte. Er war mit dieser Antwort unzufrieden. "Filterkaffee mit Milch", wiederholte er mit spottendem Ton, während er auf seinem Blog herumkritzelte und dann verschwand.
Niklas, der froh war, den unfreundlichen Kellner los geworden zu sein, lehnte sich zurück und verschränkte die Arme hinter seinem Kopf. Es war jetzt sechs Uhr und er wartete bereits zwei Stunden auf Anna. Er war sich fast sicher, dass sie nicht mehr kommen würde.
Sein Blick wanderte über die drei leeren Kaffeetassen, di
PlansAt graduation, he had his life all planned out. Years of hard work were going to finally pay off. He had inspired those around him with his determination. Nothing was going to stop him from achieving his goals.Plans2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Two years later, with all of his old dreams long since crushed, he questioned if any of his plans had even been worth the effort, or if they were just the pretentious fantasies of the idealistic fool he once was.
Fact #1If I had a dollar for every girl who got me unattractive they would eventually find me attractive.Fact #13 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The Nightingale and The LarkShe rested in tranquil silence, the night cloaking her and hiding the fragile form away from the curious dangers in the dark. He watches over the delicate creature in hopes of keeping her hidden away from the lifeless eyes of the moon's kingdom. Where the kings & queens of the Nocturnal would dance along the horizon, casting their intoxicating shadows across the fields of the world. Only the diamonds that seemed to appear in the midnight blue sky would help bring spotlights to the stage of the living, at the side of the pure white orb of innocent light.The Nightingale and The Lark2 days ago in Short Stories
He embraces the beauty of the chilling twilight, and accepts the allure it offers to all. He is the night, the breeze you feel on those cold evenings, the fear that fills your heart. As well as the mystery that gives power to those who carry a soul painted with twisted desire, but covers what little purity they have and hold onto with dear life. Seen to the world's eyes as a monster instead of one who calls out, or of one in pain, their