A poem about healing through love and companionship and new beginnings. I got the inspiration from when a butterfly was about to land on my head. XD Thank you for reading! <3 (Also, I think the Phobia...
This is the last post I will be making for a while. . . I apologize. but, at least I got this out there. . . <3
I'll adapt as long as it prepares me for my future.
A small moment in time can be monumental, it can also be a great misinterpretation that sends us down a different path.
The pain of you and another person moving on.
This is a the beginning of a story of witches, of family and identity. Tell me if you'd like to see more. Thanks!
Get to know the me behind the screen #5
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From the cold hard ground that I fell flat on my face Symbolic towers that were built with the intention to reign
Type: Flash Fiction
Description: A declassified encounter, with whom she least suspects. Maybe she has a thing for him. Prompt: Song- Matt Meason "Tribulation"
Word Count: 113
Feeling a familiar breath of fresh air, I awake from my sleep with eyes already open.
When self-love prevails on toxic relationships
A poem about healing through love and companionship and new beginnings. I got the inspiration from when a butterfly was about to land on my head. XD Thank you for reading! <3 (Also, I think the Phobia...
This is the last post I will be making for a while. . . I apologize. but, at least I got this out there. . . <3
I'll adapt as long as it prepares me for my future.
A small moment in time can be monumental, it can also be a great misinterpretation that sends us down a different path.
The pain of you and another person moving on.
This is a the beginning of a story of witches, of family and identity. Tell me if you'd like to see more. Thanks!
Get to know the me behind the screen #5
***
want to participate?
tag your story #onefact
or
tag @kaylynn in your comment section
From the cold hard ground that I fell flat on my face Symbolic towers that were built with the intention to reign
Type: Flash Fiction
Description: A declassified encounter, with whom she least suspects. Maybe she has a thing for him. Prompt: Song- Matt Meason "Tribulation"
Word Count: 113
Feeling a familiar breath of fresh air, I awake from my sleep with eyes already open.
When self-love prevails on toxic relationships