The Ride of a Lifetime

Jess knew this one was special as soon as she swiped right. She could see a loss or some desperate plea in his eyes, and she felt a connection immediately. Jess didn’t question it because questions lead to too many thoughts. Too many thoughts lead Jess to do questionable things, so she has consistently found... Continue Reading →

Masterpiece

Disasterpiece Muse's Release Free yourself from your disease. Become your own masterpiece. Right now, pain is black and blue, but it's nothing to fear, you're a rainbow confused. If this redundant play is to end, become your own true best friend. See yourself: the sleeping god. Read this until you finally nod: you are not... Continue Reading →

Muse’s Release

Disasterpiece There is no sin and there is no penance. All she wants is to teach you lessons. There's never too long for her to wait, so worry not, it's never too late.  Time exists only if given meaning. The Fate that speaks when you are dreaming, in signs and whispers, sometimes screaming. Open your... Continue Reading →

Disasterpiece

With the best of intentions, we've been chained. Artists grow up and slowly fade - a world full of colors now mostly grey.  Our passion and joy we gladly trade, for money and some accolades. But dollar signs don't validate, and it's still you that you hate. Acceptance seemingly a fairy tale, we decide not... Continue Reading →

From a Crack in the Wall (Flash Fiction and Writing Prompt / Writing Challenge!)

From a Crack in the Wall (Flash Fiction and Writing Prompt / Writing Challenge!) https://fitfulfearfulphantasmal.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/from-a-crack-in-the-wall-flash-fiction-and-writing-prompt-writing-challenge/ — Read on fitfulfearfulphantasmal.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/from-a-crack-in-the-wall-flash-fiction-and-writing-prompt-writing-challenge/ My ending: By the time he reached the crack, he had allowed his fear and doubts to overwhelm him. The crack was gushing blood like a severed artery. He slowly breathed and regained control of his... Continue Reading →

Careful What You Wish For

She wrote her heart in her journal every day. There was a desperate thought, or maybe it was a wish, that with enough marks, her prayers would be heard. Her broken heart, she thought, was screaming to the heavens for him to come back. Then, he did. Like magic. Again. Yet, he was the same... Continue Reading →

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