A Death Too Wonderful_Control it, before it controls you._For Spectacular Minds_Letter to Myself
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A Death Too Wonderful
Bubbles. As if floating, these delicate, transparent creatures arose to the surface of the emerald-blue waters.They giggled with excitement."The Princess is coming!" "She's coming our way!" "Make way!"Their little voices never ceased to amuse the Princess, and so her heart always paid attention to them. Her round dress, which was weaved with rolling waves, swept across the bubbles, tickling them in a light-hearted way."The Princess!" "The Princess!" "The Princess!"The chorus of jittery voices watched as the Princess began to step onto the land and leave behind the sea.Mournfully, the bubbles d...
Control it, before it controls you.
The day had started as it should have. As any other day normally had. I had training with Eleric, bright and early.“You need to control the power, before it controls you, Faven.”That's what he always said, I was rarely convinced. Waking up at sunrise every morning just seemed a little excessive to me. But he was the only family I had, and I trusted him with my life. So if he said to wake up at any ungodly hour, I would listen.Other than lack of sleep. My life was fine, perfect even, some would say. Or so that was what is seemed to be. Anyone on the outside looking in would be envious of me, my...
For Spectacular Minds
Every day, between the hours of 8 am and 5 pm, the ‘St. Augustine Public Library for Spectacular Minds’ is bustling with human activity; Imaginative children, bookish teens, and introverted adults converge at this location to indulge in themselves in the confines of countless pages and words. Some get caught up in the rhythms and rhymes of Doctor Theodore Seuss. Others find their attention grasped at the throat by the fantastical visions and voyages of Jules Verne. Or perhaps the worlds of fiction doesn't fascinate one who seeks to uncover the fawww.onedoor.ccntastical secrets of our reality, perhaps inpid...
Letter to Myself
Trust me, trust us, you say every time, sugar sweet and sleepy. Everything will be fine—have you ever known me to lie to you? Have you ever known me to spread untruth? You say, I have never led you astray. And then you smile, showing your teeth, and you laugh, showing your tongue, and your words curl up around my neck like a centipede scarf, some warm, limp, many-legged thing, and I think, every time, oh very well, and it marks the beginning of my surrender. I have come to see you as a curse of sorts. Did you know? Despite the human face and the hands in mine, you reside in my mind as a wicked...