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Untitled by Call-me-George, literature
Untitled
They were such small things, I didn’t even notice
Until I looked at myself for the first time in 10 years
And couldn’t recognize anything I saw
My eyes were the same, yes
But they held their passion and rage behind cell bars
My lips were still full and pink
But cracked and bloody from holding my tongue away from the world
My hands had nimble fingers still
But they weren’t used for gentle strokes of a pen
No, I wasn’t writing masterpieces anymore
But my feet
My feet were the worst
Carrying all the extra weight
All my bad choices
They couldn’t run, or dance
Tender soles, I’ve been wearing shoes
My
Queen of Wrath by SpookedS, literature
Queen of Wrath
Empty basement? Checked. No windows? Checked. Five scented candles lit? Checked. Ritual circle complete? Checked. Correct words memorized? Checked. Confidence on the summoning? Not really. Delphar Themyl had revised every single step of the ritual five times already, checking the room, comparing it with the drawing on his book, checking the room, comparing it with what he learned in class… The young elf still wasn’t sure if this was a good idea, but he had already prepared everything…no, perhaps it was best to just leave now before things got dangerous…but he wanted to know if Nalyra liked him…but he could just ask, right? No way! What if she said no? Alright, there was no other choice. With a deep breath the boy prepared to chant the ritual words, he released the air inside of him and… Oh, he blew out a candle by accident. Delphar let out a whimper, immediately losing the burst of confidence he had gotten seconds before. Walking slowly towards one of the four lit candles he
