This is entirely new territory for me, and I was turned into a vampire less than a fortnight ago. Before me stands the Queen herself, her guard - Brom, she introduces him as - pointing his gun squarely at my head in case I get any ideas to either escape through the open cell doors, … Continue reading Guardian – Part IV
Tag: Creative Writing
Not Even the Rain
“(i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens; only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands” somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyonde.e. cummings They were as close as strangers. Their hands were the only thing that … Continue reading Not Even the Rain
The Demon Rehabilitation Program
"D-66635, step forward.” Mari’s chains clinked and scraped against the floor as he approached the clerk, a typical raven-haired beauty. He had to suppress a snarl at the sickly sweet smell emanating from the angelic creature. Think of the steps, he reminded himself. His rehabilitation officer’s words echoed in his head. Good is not bad. Good … Continue reading The Demon Rehabilitation Program
Guardian – Part III
It’s days before anyone else comes. I spend the time trying to ration the rest of my blood packs, experimenting with the newfound strength and abilities that come with finally being able to… drink? eat? “feed?” Whatever. Despite the eons spent fighting vampires, no one knows quite enough to separate all the myths and old … Continue reading Guardian – Part III
The Academy
“Princess? It’s time.” Alara beckons, and I take my place beside her, feeling strange yet comfortable in the crimson hooded jacket and black harem pants that make up the guards’ uniform. “Do you think it’ll work?” “No one will pay you any attention dressed like that. You’ll be fine. Besides,” she adds with a wink, … Continue reading The Academy
Guardian – Part II.
I’m next woken by the clanging of the prison gates, and I rise to my feet immediately. Having tracked the days and nights through the slit high up on the cell wall - too narrow to classify as a window - I know it’s been five days since that disastrous night. The hunger has only … Continue reading Guardian – Part II.
Anxiety Attack
It’s so soft and sad, this quiet inner crumpling Shaky foundations crumbling Pent up emotion stumbling flowing upward, outward, heart thumping Breaths turn into gasps Gasps turn into sobs Eyes burn with tears Throat rasps Time stops Head pounding with dark thoughts Stomach turning itself in knots No room for logic when it’s fear calling … Continue reading Anxiety Attack
Guardian [Working Title] – Part I.
Someone must have knocked over the universe’s bucket of irony on the day I was turned into the thing I was sworn to protect the world from. Five years as a member of the Royal Guard, undone in one night. We were betrayed, had to have been. The horde of vampires we had been tracking … Continue reading Guardian [Working Title] – Part I.
A Self-Aware Poem
I am, as the cliche goes, a mess of contradictions. Conflicting depictions of self fighting to emerge (None with conviction.) I am, as the cliche goes, unsure of who I am, really. Never sure what thoughts are my own, never certain of what I’m feeling. These trite words are all I have. None of which … Continue reading A Self-Aware Poem
Choices, Choices
I open the door, and I see the lake. All my lives ripple along the water. What could have been. What could still be. I do not know what to choose. I do not know how to make what I choose real. Sometimes it's just nice to look. To daydream, see what makes my heart … Continue reading Choices, Choices
