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Bemusement Park
A let out a sigh of melancholy as my hand lightly traces over a string of carnival lights and then blurs through them. I've lost track of time since my death, days blurring into weeks, weeks blurring into months and months blurring into years.
Some days I remember what life was like, and other days I can't seem to remember my own name or what my favorite color was.
I know one thing for certain. I am no longer a person, no longer breathing. I'm simply an apparition, a thought, a ghost. Roaming around the carnival watching families come and go.
When I watch the patron's smiling faces, eating cotton candy and popcorn, I feel a glimmer of the excitement and emotion I once had, but then it vanishes, only the sounds of terror from the roller coasters left in its' place.
I've been searching for a way out of this bland, monotonous time warp of an afterlife, like a butterfly frantically attempting to escape a net. The way out never presents itself. I'm sure that long after the carnival closes down, long after the apocalypse, I'll be here. A phantom in my spinning teacup palace.
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Doppelgänger
I wonder sometimes, am I a narcissist for falling in love with someone so eerily similar to myself? You’re my doppelgänger and yet I’ve fallen for you more than I even thought possible. When people talk poorly of you I feel oddly defensive, as if it’d been me they were bashing. I can’t seem to escape you.
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Alone on the shore
After recuperating and grasping her reigns on reality, Ally seems alert and bright eyed. She actually appears too alert as she peers around at the vast, vacant land surrounding us.
I watch as the thoughts behind her eyes switch from dazed and confused to frantic and searching. She's the first to mutter the words we're both thinking.
"Where is everyone else? Where is Zain?" She cries out incredulously as she notices her boyfriend’s disappearance. I watch helplessly as her entire world splits in half and sinks like the Titanic.
Excerpt from The Lake House Sirens// H.S
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One of the MC in my book was inspired by him and he may never even know that…
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Ace of Spades
You hide your pile behind guarded eyes,
Now and then I catch a glimpse of your cards,
All Ace of Spades.
I do admire the tricks up your sleeve,
The rabbits in your hat,
Silly magician, card tricks are no match.
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Chess Pawn
Like chess pieces dancing over a marble board,
A silent charade they won’t see.
Shattered mirrors piece themselves together,
Your stone black eyes stare back at me.
Moths drawn to the same flame,
One in the same.
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Books I would love to be able to read again for the first time:
1. House of Salt and Sorrows by Erin A. Craig
2. The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
3. A Court of Thorns and Roses (and by extension, the whole series) by Sarah J. Maas
4. Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo
5. The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer
6. The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
7. The Queen of Nothing by Holly Black
8. Twisted Lies by Ana Huang
9. Vow of Thieves by Mary E. Pearson
10. The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones by Cassandra Clare
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The Snake Charmer
In her own little world, the snake charmer seems to create a new reality, a new rhyme. I watch in fear and amazement as a beautiful Saint Lucia Boa lovingly drapes itself around her neck. I know in this moment, she could probably kiss a rattlesnake on the forehead and live through it.
Dangerously beautiful. Something in her eyes reminds me of a viper swinging from the tree, ready to strike.
Who are you snake charmer? Were you a nomad before the circus, jumping from stage to stage? Were you a zoo keeper? An exotic dancer? A musician even?
Before meeting you, I was scared of snakes. After meeting you, I've realized that sometimes the things you're scared of are worth exploring.
Sneak peak of a future chapter💜if you’ve enjoyed this so far, you can check out the rest of my story Side Show on Wattpad @glassgalaxi
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Always Running-Prologue
~Author's note- with love, this book may be triggering to some readers~
My legs feel like they'll give out any second as they carry me through the trees. My bare feet skip over jagged stones and tree roots. I know that when I wake up they'll be all cut up and bruised. My lungs feel like they're going to die any second, and I wish more than anything that I can just stop running and catch my breath, but I know so much better than that. I've done that once before, and oh, what a mistake that had been. My long chestnut colored hair had fallen out of it's ponytail God only knows how long ago, and it's sticking to the sweat forming on the back of my neck and forehead.
The only thing propelling my body forward is the steady sound of soft feet pounding on the ground behind me, getting closer. Cory's feet. The feet that once ran on the play ground with me, as we chased each other laughing. The sound of his once musical laughter rises up behind me sending spiders down my spine. Anger rises up in my chest as I realize not for the first time, that this is fun for him. His idea of entertainment. I wonder if he can hear my heart flying out of my chest, If he can smell my fear and resentment of him. I wonder if deep down, he cares that I hate him.
I know that if he wanted to this very second, he could effortlessly catch up to me and grab a hold of me, tearing me to shreds. I know that he wants to, but he's holding himself back. It's all a part of the game. Showing me how much power he has and how little I hold. A part of me wishes he'd just end it now, do what I know is inevitable.
My heart dances a little bit when I see the moon reflecting off of a stream in the distance. Hope sears through my chest. Water. Cory's only vulnerability. He can't touch water. If I can just cross the stream, I'll be safe from him. I should have known better than to hope.
Just when the water is close enough to consume me, just as my foot is about to touch the surface, he tackles me to the ground, pinning me against a tree trunk. His manic laugh echos all around us. "It's so good to finally see you again," he breaths into my ear the exact way he knew I used to love. He kisses the skin behind my ear and I scream as he grazes his teeth along my neck roughly. "Did you miss me?" He asks with a laugh. I struggle against him, knowing it's useless.
My breath hitches in my throat suddenly when I feel a sharp ache in my neck. He'd grazed my neck a little too hard with his teeth causing blood to course down my arms and chest and cover every surface. The look in his eyes quickly changes from lust to fear and concern for me. That's when I see the old Cory poke through. Not the monster with fangs and claws. "No." he says over and over as if he can take everything back by saying one word. He takes his shirt off and begins to wrap it gently around my neck, trying to halt the bleeding. There's not enough fabric in the world. I begin to fade out of consciousness as I lose more blood. "No. No no no. Please don't do this to me Syv. You have to go home or you'll die. Wake up, Damnit!" he says, shaking me by the shoulders. Tears are streaming down his beautiful face. "I'm so sorry," he says over and over. The last thing I feel are his lips pressed gently against my own.
I wake up gasping. My body is soaked from sweat and my heart is still racing as if I traveled three times around the world. I breath out a sigh of relief when I realize I'm not in the forest. I'm in my room, laying in my bed staring up at my ceiling.
It was all yet another dream. No, not a dream. A nightmare. I don't have the luxury of dreaming anymore.
Thank you for reading!! @glassgalaxi on Wattpad
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Graveyard Guy
We made a deal and you broke it. The deal was, I’d let you take me out for one night and you would tell me why you were digging in the graveyard. Of course you never told me. Your mismatched eyes stayed on me the entire night out.
When the curtains went up, you were no longer beside me. You were on stage but this time, Graveyard Guy, you looked different. As you twirled fire, your mismatched eyes seemed to glow in a way I’d never seen before. My skin went hot when I realized your eyes were still on me.
I forgot all about the graveyard that night, all about the bag, the key and the jar of beetles. I was a fly caught in your web of circus lights and charm. For once I wasn’t looking at you with fear, but with stars in my eyes.
Side Show// to read more on Wattpad username @glassgalaxi
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Your blue aura tells me
you were meant to communicate
from your heart.
Instead you wither like a flower
at the the thought of
letting your petals bloom to the sun.
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Drawn together like two lanterns with a similar light.
Our flames merged into one,
threatening to outshine the sun.
All that is left now,
is a small flicker,
threatening to burn out
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learning how to be a better writer is really all about having the confidence to be shit at it!!! let yourself suck and have fun with it!!!! give yourself the permission to write the worst story in existence and then write it slightly better!!! a snail may be slow but he's still crossing that sidewalk and he's doing great and i love him
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I could spend a lifetime writing about you but that wouldn't be enough.
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I didn’t tell you,
I’d left lipstick on your cheek,
out of fear you’d wipe it away
before the party had even started.
A part of me hoped
No one else would kiss you
if they saw it.
I was wrong.
H.S//Lipstick is expensive
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Beyond the graves,
their shadows lie,
waiting to ascend,
to fly.
Passion is for
flesh and bone,
hours spent between
two worlds,
wandering through
the twilight zone.
If you see them
beyond the graves,
they never even
Make a sound.
Their desolation emanates
off of them in waves.
Most spirits don’t mind when you dance in graveyards.//H.S x automatic writing
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