Witch by Day – Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - A Princess, a Dragon, and a Most Unlucky Knight Rosalind was a princess.  She regretted it, but it’s an occupational hazard when you’re in the business of being painfully beautiful.  She wasn’t very good at being a princess, but most people didn’t notice because they were too busy noticing how beautiful she …

it’s dark. again.

It's back. The creepy-crawlies up my spine, the pressing weight upon my brain, the vise upon my neck. I fall asleep while the sun still shines outside, because I swear my windows don't let it in. You say it's shining, you think I'm crazy, and I'd love to argue, but you're right. I'm going crazy …

sing to me

did I, by existing and embracing my essence, make you shrink in your seat?or was it I, sitting tall and crying out words you may never have heard?I am full of joy and passion, it's true, but how could I ever desire to flood the flame in your heart with my deluge of delighted syllables …

miracles

I will understand if none of the miracles for which I have begged come to pass. It is true, dear Lord, that the miracle I needed above all else happened long ago, yet you knew I would continue to long, continue to beg. So, from the lungs of a broken man, you loosed a victory …

flight risk

TW: suicide, depression i'm the only one who's ever felt painthe only one who's ever known hatebaby, i know, cause nobody can livewith such horror in their brain and if you had? you'd be just like meyou'd feel nothing at allcause you killed yourself years agobut only now they're telling you you're a flight risk …

are thieves afraid in the dark?

in the blink of an eye, our hearts can be heardwe can stumble to our knees, let the blood fall from our battered skinand without touching the skeleton of this sorrow, the flesh melts away but when we pretend God's eyes are closedare you afraid?are you afraid to be who you desire to be?we think …

once again

heymy heart is breaking once againI'm sure you wonder how I trip so muchbut in the end I haven't changed at all we raise the stakes, I lift the barand maybe that is how I fall so hard oh, my sweet Lordcan you see me anymore?do you know where I've gone? I drown in strangers' …

Ch. 1 – The Lost Daughter and Prodigal Son

“You should have died,” Uther growled at his son. “How dare you claim my blood when you so freely take it?” His red eyes flashed, claws curled and flexed. “Is this grief I hear from you?” Glendon’s voice was little more than a hiss. “Is this pain in your eyes? Is this mourning?” He stalked …

They Shall Be Comforted

Through blankets of mud, life springs awake;In clouds heavy and dark water awaits,The downpour that batters yet fills with strength. Heaven gave rain, and the earth bore its fruit. Fighting the thickness of night ends in howling to the moon,But closing your eyes brings the sweetness of rest.And, Lord, I don’t want to be scared …

Silence

"Why are you so quiet?" they question me. It's a friendly inquiry, an interested question. It scares me. I pause, assaulted by the realization that my silence is a point of reflection for someone. I pause, uncertain how to answer without making myself look pathetic and broken. "Most people like to be listened to rather …