Forever

This bitterness I’ve come to know
It burns hotter than before
Pointless enlightenment leaves me numb
No promises for the better days
Only the darkened pain for my demise
Heartless and alone
The life you set me up for
Falling hurt less than knowing you gave up
I’ll never fall again

~Teara

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Tomorrow

I fell too hard
You left me shattered and bruised
I thought you had me
But you let me down
Now I’m stuck in pieces
My broken heart fragments
Too small to pick up
Blowing away with the dust
Scattered to the ends of the earth

~Teara

Today

Tell me this is worth it
This thing we have
Let me know it’s not a fatal mistake
Make me believe it’ll be just fine
Promise me you’ll be there for me
I need this more than you know
Just say it’s all okay
Because I’m already falling
And nothing can stop me

~Teara

Broken Angel

Be my beautiful broken angel
Swallowed up by the dark
Fallen from grace
With a broken heart
Torn and tattered wings
Ripped apart by the night
Eyes gouged by the shadows
Never again to see light
My sweet hollow treasure
Without love or a friend
Just pain and misery
As company for your end
Scared, scarred, and maimed
Silent unheard plea
Full of denial and regret
But I know it’s just me

~Teara

Hello, Internet!

Hey there, universe. I appreciate the way you’ve been kicking my butt lately, but it’s finally my turn to kick back!

Hello to everyone that’s still hanging around. I just want to give a great big hug and thank you to you guys, gals, and complete weirdos (like me). Also super shout out to Ragazza Triste. If you haven’t already, you should check out her blog. She has amazing posts and pieces that I am in love with. YOU SHOULD GO THERE!

 

And now that I’m done pressuring you, I present a new short story titled Little Snow Doll. There are birds chirping and beautiful flowers blooming outside, so obviously I give you a story set in winter, after a massive snow storm. Please read and comment. Happy reading!

 

~Teara

Amour propre

Ragazza Triste

If only people would practice what they preach, then maybe this world would be a better place, far from what it is right now, far from what we have become. We sermonize the ways of mankind according to our level of importance, we all think we are better than everybody, or that we are too special to be mocked or derogated. We patronize ourselves too much by climbing desperately on our own pedestal of honor and supremacy. We pry on the failures of the unfortunate and weak. We covet what we don’t have. We resent our deficiencies by treating the prosaic and sane with malice. We are selfish. We are nocuous by nature, finding new ways of hurting people is what we are good at.

Yes. There are some who claims to be a manifestation of decency, of virtue or of probity, yet they can’t seem to validate their purpose…

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Hello to You!

Hello, everyone!

I hope your year is off to a good start and if not, I hope it gets better. I come to you today for mainly 2 reasons: Thank yous and new short story!

First off, thank you to all that kept up with, read, and/or liked A-to-Z: The Emotional Alphabet. I love when others enjoy my writing. It was a fun challenge for me, and I hope you all might have been inspired to try it out yourselves. If you haven’t read them (or you just want to read them again. I’m not one to judge.😁) check out A-to-Z here.

Second, YES! I did mention a new short story, lovingly titled by one of my friends: Sleep Deprived. This story unexpectedly came to be as my friend complained that she needed something to read. It was only supposed to be 4 parts, but after all the whining and pestering, my friend managed to get 12 out of me. It is about the relationship between two childhood friends with insomnia. Please take time to read it. Also, as this is outside my usual area, and due to language and certain content, I must warn you (I cannot stress this enough), Sleep Deprived is FOR READERS AGE 18 AND OLDER (All caps. Bolded. In red. Don’t ignore it!) Please, please, PLEASE! read at your own discretion.

Also, I’d love to hear from you all. I encourage all comments, criticisms, or just plain hellos, so do send me some.

Anyway, that about sums up this greeting. Happy reading!

~Teara

Writing Prompt #141

All that we fought for was gone in a matter of seconds, swept away by the torrent of water.

“No! NO!” Kelsea yelled.

I grabbed her as she tried to jump into the raging river. “Kelsea, it’s gone.”

“It can’t be! Without it, our friends, our families, everyone will die!” She began to cry. “They were all counting on me…and I failed them.”

I held her tightly, careful not to crush her delicate, fluttering wings. “We did all we could. Something obviously doesn’t want us to figure this out. Maybe this was supposed to happen.”

She looked up at me, her bright purple eyes full of tears. “Why would anyone want our entire colony to die? Who would wish for something so vulgar?”

I felt a sharp twinge in my chest as I saw the look of a girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders. I opened my mouth to speak, staring into her expectant eyes, but nothing came out. She buried her face in my jacket and I simply stroked her soft blonde hair.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I’d knocked the small wooden box into the water on purpose. Kelsea didn’t know what I knew and I wouldn’t let her.

The ones that she thought were relying on her sent her out into a world that she knew nothing about, hoping that she’d die alone and scared. I shielded her from the nasty comments from her followers. She was one of the best queens we’d ever had, but just because she chose to fight The Darkness rather than run from it, everyone wanted to kill her.

“I tried so hard and I have nothing to show for it,” she sobbed.

“You did more than enough,” I said, inwardly cursing myself for what I was doing to her.

“We won’t even make it back in time to apologize.”

“I know.” I looked up and watched as the last glance of our hot air balloon slipped above the clouds. I untied it to distract her while I tossed the box. “We should look for somewhere new to live.”

“Felix,” she whispered, clenching a handful of my jacket.

“Yes,” I answered.

“I feel horrible.”

“I know, but this isn’t your fault.”

She shook her head and quietly laughed. “When you mentioned us living together, I felt my heart skip a beat.” She looked at me, her bright eyes growing dim. “I’m happy I failed.”

“Kelsea, what are you talking about?” Seeing her wings start to morph, I instantly regretted my decision.

My hold on her loosened as she stood. Her beautiful golden hair turned black as night, and the moon shone on her newly tattered wings now coated with shadowed shimmer. “Who cares if those ungrateful pricks die?” she grinned. “I finally have all I ever wanted.”

I stared in horror at the mysterious dark figure looming before me that had consumed the girl who I’d risked my life for countless times.

“It’s just you and me from now on, King Felix,” she hissed with a smile that chilled me to my core.

What had I done?

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Dragonition

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Writing Prompt #141: All that they fought for was gone in a matter of seconds swept away by the torrent of water.

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A-to-Z: The Emotional Alphabet; Y

Years go by
Yesterdays made from our tomorrows
Yellow soul begging for more
Yes I feel happy
You make me feel free
Young and innocent
Yearning for a moment only to take in the view
Yards and miles of open, endless blue sky
Yet we are only observers
Youth makes us naive
Yells numb to our ears
Yielding us in our pursuit not

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~Teara