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Once upon a time, In a kingdom called Cambria. The king and queen had a handsome baby boy named Preston Michaels. He was born with the most beautiful full
head of brown hair. The king and Queen were the most powerful rulers of all ove the land, plus many others for they had taken over many kingdoms for their
own: Xuela, Montreal, and many more. For their son, he never really had a good childhood. He had to grow up to be the perfect prince for the kingdom.
He had to learn how to speak like a proper man, how to charm any maiden in the land, also to know how to fight like a true man. When he was a little boy,
he snuck into the family library to read the books that were off limits to a little prince like him. Books about magic, love, and the power within one's
true self. The king didn’t approve of these books because a prince shouldn’t be reading such fiction.
He should be reading book about war and violence.
The king never really approved of magic in his land. Many wo
control freak.it started withMore Like This
i dropped something
and everyone's eyes
burned into my back (i
swear, i still have the
scars). and then
i realized that when
my notes fell flat,
i was the problem
with the ensemble.
that coxed me into
a steady stream of drugs
and new pencil sharpeners.
but that was last
year. that was a
i should be better.
after all, i'm perfect
on the field. never miss
a move. hardly miss a a note
(you don't want to
be in my head
when i do).
now, it's gotten
to the point where
i need to control
my life in segments.
i know that i can't
sleep because i'm unable
to let go of the
fact that i might die tonight.
that it's okay to like
girls, too-- my mom always
said that people
were made to love, not
i know that if i get hit
head on by another
car, that's okay. life has
to end for everyone. i
am not excl
Spudtacular! (2) with :devmadamwoe:Hello, friends! Welcome to the second edition of Spudtacular! (with an awkward interview)! It's here a day early!More Like This
Our second guest is the amazing solis-ortus!
solis-ortus :iconmadamwoe: solis-ortus
solis-ortus is a writer who has been creating emotional pieces for quite a while, with the occasional photo. She's known to pull feelings from readers they didn't know existed.
Is there anything you want to tell us about yourself before we get started with the actual questions?
hmm. i never sleep, or so it seems. i like to read. i want to play the bassoon? haha.
You've been writing for a few months now. Where do you find the inspiration?
most of my inspirations come from everyday things, but usually center around people and what they say. i usually write about things going on in my life, because it helps me sort things out, and sometimes it helps people to realize that other people are dealing with things & they're not alone.
the b side to his heart.one cigarette upturnedMore Like This
in a pack
it hasn't worked.
but that's not to say
that it never will,
because a lot of things will never happen
him living is something that will.
he has always smoked menthols.
i think it's because
he liked the extra burn they give
on the ripe flesh of his tongue.
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slice of god's sky. i think the only time he ever really saw the stars was the night i left him.More Like This
we went and laid in the park near my house, with the grass' damp kisses working its' way through our thin clothes; neither of us were ready for autumn. i don't think we ever will be.
his mood swung like a pendulum, going from oh so i get it, you never fucking loved me to wait, babe, we can work this out in a matter of seconds. i still feel his works slick on my summer-made skin. the air was so dark and so heavy that i felt like we were being showered by bits of the atmosphere as we laid side by side, words having spilled from our lips in ugly, misshapen piles.
it's not that i didn't mean what i said, because i did. in a few hours, i wouldn't mean it, but right then, with the sky hovering just above my eyelids, i meant ever single thing.
i meant to call him an asshole.