slashed, brought back to life.
Poem for today's prompt: loneliness (announcement)
Meet my little friend, Angie.
Another heartfelt (longer) poem that contemplates between seeing how much more she can take and giving up. Hope you enjoy <3
Expectations, Such frivolous beliefs...
I wanna be a real boy. The famous line spoken by that lovable puppet. But in reality, for those words to be spoken, black magic would be involved..... It was 1982. An Italian man named Gepetto o...
Somewhere far away in a realm long forgotten, The Story Weaver spins our stories from magic thread
Im super late for the prompt :<
Cant really tell If I have given it proper justice— Also a bonus flash fiction at the end (yay)
Felt natural after today.