Knowledgeful Butterfly

awesome 🙂

SV?

confusled

Vicq lost count of how many days she was in the hanging cage, staring at the horizon. Small hints of color poked out at her–a yellow flower on the field outside of the town or a blue sash on a young girl–but that was the most of what she saw. Vicq remembered colors and all, but they were fading fast from her memory. She was glad she could still…[Read more]

guys, i’m dying over here

draveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen

Eden cared if he was killed! Very much so!

With the weight of the little girl off of his arms, he could move much more freely and took the blade of the knife in his hand, pulling it over his shoulder and throwing it to Finley. She caught it and flipped it up in the air, switching hands and turning it around so the blade was in her hand to…[Read more]

Today’s post

I wrote this for an English assignment a few months back, but I liked it, so I kept it 😛

A little pencil 

The small bits of wood in hands

smearing lines between

creating, crafting, learning to make

or break a word or phrase

break the lead, the wood

tearing the paper in distress

No! It’s not perfect

I’ll do it again.…[Read more]

I’ve been writing poetry for a pretty long time, but it’s just been like little gagging rhyming couplets or something, nothing really serious. I’ve been getting back into the poetry game recently (I have a thread of daily poetry if you like my style) and it really flows out of me. It might not be good, it might just have ear or sight or slant…[Read more]

Finally! One of the twins stuck her dagger into Marnin/Sandman’s calves. He hissed in pain, which Finley took as a cue to smash her hands together and let the blasters meld into one big one, then proceeded to shoot her light beams onto his injured calf while the others attacked different areas.

Draven, please?

Gwyneth fell limp in Finley’s arms, and she immediately checked the girl’s vitals. Alive still, good. Finley then deposited her into Eden’s arms. He looked confused, but when she kissed Gwyneth’s forehead, then his cheek, he knew what was going to happen.

“Finley, don’t go,” he said, leaning the girl onto him and taking an arm to touch her…[Read more]

nuuuuuuuuu

TT^TT

draven, do you happen to be writing?

The little girl was with her. She wasn’t with the doctor guy.

A weight lifted off of Vicq’s back, albeit a small one. She smiled weakly at the girl, canines catching on her lips, “I think we’re in another world again. The world my Alpha, that nice man who was sleeping on the ground when you found me, is stuck in. It’s all grey, though, so I can’t…[Read more]

Vicq could see Aiden lowly growling in his induced sleep, and her ecstasy slid off of her mind. She scooted next to him and lay a hand on his face, searching it. There was a  guarded quality to it, as if he was going up against a clever opponent. She blew a breath out.

“I wish I was there with you, maybe I could help,” she voiced, and the sound…[Read more]

And no one precedes to write?

Why must you injure me in this way? Though, prithee, have you missed my erstwhile brabbling? Have you missed putting up your writings just as I am bedward? Alack thee, I must suffer in this suffocating silence. Oh, thee must be wringing your writing fingers, making me wait so! Mayhap you enjoy my complaining? or does…[Read more]

around 500 for the las few days

(handwriting, not sure)

I’ve seen it

I love it

It was great

Jefe looked down at the little girl, then raised his eyebrows. She looked so like little Lilia and Rodolfo was tempted to reach out and touch her hair, smooth it across her head like he used to with his daughter. But Lilia looked like her mother and Angyl was trapped by the government.

He kept staring down at the little girl, hand raised, but…[Read more]