When I look into the mirror

It is me, I guess

A girl looking back

Who is drowning in the mess

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When I look into the mirror

I smile big

Because if I don’t

I can never win this

Haikus and nonets form a collection of poems about fear.

The external range and the human range in expression.

*All photos taken from Pinterest *

Have you ever known someone  with a possessed soul, let alone your close friend? Last month I discovered a truly disturbing fact about my friend Sara , something I believed that was only seen and encountered with in movies and on screens.

My friend group and I were hanging out at Sara’s house , laughing our hearts out , enjoying this girls sleepover. Sara said that she was heading to the kitchen , I went along since I was craving a snack as well . I poured my snack of choice into a bowl , and turned around to ask her a question . At first , I stayed right at my spot without moving a muscle because of the scene that was in front of me , she was standing very still and weird , she was standing like a statue in front of the open fridge , with her head tilted to the side .  I called her name multiple times , until she finally replied , I questioned her about what happened , but she denied the fact that it occurred. I brushed it off and we continued our night .When Sara excused to the bathroom , I told the girls about the situation that went on in the kitchen . Some were shocked while others blamed me and said that I was hallucinating. Out of nowhere, we heard a loud scratch from the bathroom . We looked at each other and stayed completely still. She came out but seemed perfectly normal . After that night , we all returned back to our homes . But some of my friends claimed that they saw her eyes glowing a little . And they didn’t mean glowing as in shiny and sparkly , but as if a flash light was in her eyes . We started noticing a ton of other horrifying actions that shes doing or weird appearances showing up on her face. These signs kept increasing and increasing as time went on . One day she came to school , hair messy , pointed smile , glowing eyes , and bloody / torn up white clothes . At first we ran away , but she started following us creepily, at lunch time she disappeared without a track , but was shockingly on time for all classes. Her handwriting had become cursive and unclear , although her normal handwriting is neat and very clear. At the end of the day , as she kept following us and following us , we decided to put this horrific thing to the end . She didnt reply to us , so at last we started shaking her harshly , hoping she would wake up from whatever she is in . Eventually , she started slowly lifting her head up , her hair was no longer messy , her smile wasn’t pointed anymore, and her eyes were back to the brown color they were.  But when  we confronted her she kept refusing the fact this all of this has happened . After that everything was back to normal , until one time she slowly lifted up away from the ground , and started chasing us  while chanting some random words . When suddenly, I see her coming towards me , and then I fainted . The last thing I remember is Sara holding a charcoal on her hand while it was on fire , with smoke coming my way . What happened next is even more disturbing.

part two soon

The Siren’s Curseis a haunting tale of fate, vengeance, and the call of the deep. Elias Graves, a seasoned captain who once escaped the grasp of the sirens, has spent years running from the sea’s relentless pull. But the ocean never forgets—and neither does the siren he left behind. When the waves finally catch him, Elias is forced to face the truth: no man can outrun the call of the deep forever. As the tide claims him, he must decide whether to fight his fate or surrender to the song that has always been his destiny.

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Heya! I'm Athena and I write some stories on here but I mainly write on Wattpad. If you wanna check out my Wattpad account, my user is MCthefriendlysheep, I'll use this blog to post about new updates ONLY for my Wattpad Incase any of my followers or people that come across me want to read them.

Ok so ya know how you’ll be scrolling social media (Pinterest for me!) and you’ll see these writing prompts that look so interesting but don’t acctually have a story. Well then this is the place to be (this will probably be a disaster ngl) I will be taking those prompts and turning them into SHORT stories. This will definatly test my writing skills  might ask? Well to put it simply I suck at writing short stories I like writing longer things but this way you guys as the reader can 1not get bored by my extremely long stories and 2 you will also be able to help me pick the next prompt I write a story for. For the first one tho I’m going to pick it bc otherwise I will be waiting forever to write the story bc I won’t have the prompts. So here is the first prompt I chose and I really hope I don’t screw this up! 😅

After Greg, Lucia's father, left her and her mom, Lucia is left to pick up the slack after her working yet alcohol-addicted mother, working a 9-5 at a grocery store with an occasional sub art teaching at her former high school to pay for the rent, and maybe earn enough money for that art program. Her life just isn't working as she'd always hoped. Then again, she hadn't been much of a dreamer since she overheard her dad call her a mistake when he was arguing with her mom, but she at least hoped it wouldn't be this...messy. So, what's a mistake gotta have a dream for, right? Maybe wrong. Maybe right. Her life is upside down. Her relationship with God is a mess. Her relationship with herself is a mess. Heck, she doesn't even have friends for her relationship with them to be a mess. And maybe much won't change even after her supposed book-inspired night in shining armor appears. Who knows? But there is one place she doesn't feel a mess--The Saint Patrick's Cathedral. There is one being who's loved her despite not feeling loved--God, and there are people who love her-- Priest Dixon and... someone else (find out in the story). So come aboard on this rollercoaster and have fun. Passengers, please don't forget to breathe.

***Currently Editing***

***(Don't discount it because it's a Christian book, and you don't want mushy or cringy or Christian-y stuff. Please give it a try. I guarantee you'll like it.) ***

In a world on the brink of losing its magical essence, Elowen Nightshade, an Elf of unparalleled courage, rises to the challenge. With the fate of magic hanging in the balance, she assembles a diverse band of six companions, each possessing unique skills and backgrounds. Together, they embark on a perilous journey to save magic from fading into oblivion.

However, their quest is not without opposition. The council of elves, the Elventy, blinded by tradition and fear, vehemently opposes Elowen's mission. Undeterred by their disapproval, Elowen and her companions brave treacherous landscapes, face formidable adversaries, and navigate intricate political intrigues. As the stakes grow higher and the challenges more daunting, Elowen must summon all her strength and courage to lead her band of unlikely heroes to victory and restore magic to its rightful place in the world

All of my contest entries here. Have fun reading.

Art I've commissioned for my characters or picrews I've made!!

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This is basically just going to be a collection of stories that I want to write but aren’t long enough for a whole stand alone thing.

Hopefully it goes well, I guess we’ll find out!