Get caught up before diving into chapter two: Hunted: Prologue HUNTED: Chapter One Two. Lennox Rose: Beep. Tap-tap. Snore? Beep. Click-Click. My eyes flutter open. I am in a dark room, lit by a small yellow light under a door to my left, and the moon glow from the window to my right. I … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter Two
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HUNTED: Chapter One
Take the time to catch up: ---> Hunted: Prologue WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE One. Officer Finn Holland: I inhale a sharp intake of breath. It is negative thirty degrees outside but I only know this because my watch says so. The cold is briery and the snow is deep, nearly thigh high. Unfortunately, the blizzard hasn’t … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter One
Hunted: Prologue
Good evening you guys! Man I have missed creative writing Wednesday's - for those of you who don't live inside my head , that is what I have nick-named the day of the week that I choose to bore you with my creative writing shenanigans. For the first couple months of the year I posted … Continue reading Hunted: Prologue
Discovering Wonderland (Chapter 11)
“Don’t tell me you love me,” I finally said.
“Why not?” He looked hurt.
“Because I am not a good person.” He was on top of me so it was hard to look away from him even though I wanted to.
“Ophelia Mae Micheals, I love you,” He said anyway.
“I told you not to say that,” tears were in my eyes.
“You can’t tell me how to feel.” He said kissing the tip of my nose.
“Those words should be protected and saved for someone you truly love,” A lone tear leaked into my ear. I hated myself more then I ever have at this particular moment.
Discovering Wonderland (Chapter 6)
Chapter Six Ophelia The next couple of days blurred by. It was as if I had been living in this self-absorbed fog and then I met Mr. O’Connor and that fog lifted. Well, it was lifting, anyway. It was hard for me to get used to calling him Archer, even in my mind. The day … Continue reading Discovering Wonderland (Chapter 6)
Discovering Wonderland (Chapter 3-5)
As if we were always meant to meet.
As if I born to find her.
I had never been one to believe in love and first sight because it all sounded like over-the-top rubbish. Attraction at first sight, maybe, but love? No way.
Ophelia had only just left the room yet my fingers trembled and my body shuttered as if it ached for her to be near.
It was crazy and unethical but my heart was slowly becoming hers, undeniably and uncontrollably.
The Poem Of Me
I've painted a sea of perfection. Perfection that I force myself to be. Being everything and nothing all at the same time. Time is wasted when you don't put your skills into practice. Practice makes perfect or so they say. Saying isn't the same thing as believing. Believing is something that I haven't found in … Continue reading The Poem Of Me
Love Is What
What is love But a fighting force That ties two souls together A bond that can never be understood by outsiders A bond only two people can really understand What is love But trust, honor, faith, and honesty What is love But an undying connection What is love But laughter, and silliness What is love … Continue reading Love Is What
An excerpt from my book…
His body was stone cold beside me. His eyes were shut as if he was asleep and dreaming, but I knew better. I traced the lines on his face with my pinky finger causing my blue nail polish to look vibrant against his pale skin. He felt soft and looked beautiful. I stopped crying an … Continue reading An excerpt from my book…
The Other Side
The river you painted is blue. Deep and vast. A wide open world of bright and happy. But I'm broken. Like shards of wood left after making fire. Shallow. There is a flower not far from me and it has turned brown from age. Flowers you once gave me. I see us a million miles … Continue reading The Other Side
