A piece dedicated to @lydiark , one of my most dedicated supporters, inspired by her “Scar near my spine”.
Allegory: open for various interpretations, beside the literary, autobiographical meaning it ...
WATTPAD User: _MaddieHatter_
*A preview of the chapters of the first book I published on Wattpad, this morning.
Go ahead and take a look at ‘Dreamkeeper’, if you’re intrigued by this preview! I would...
I had a point to this when I started writing it but I think it kinda fell off the rails so it'll be interesting to see if anyone can decipher what I'm trying to say.
Also, hi! It's been a minute. Li...
Parasomnia ch1, story 7/7. A bolt of lightning struck only a few feet from where I was standing, sending a tremor through the ground beneath my feet. It had been very close... but I wasn't afraid.
Valkyrie. The most infamous and mysterious street fighter in the country. There wasn't a person who had not heard about her. But there wasn't a person who had seen her face either.
Enduring the onslaught of our inner demons can be a game of survival... Where every new sunrise we meet becomes our victory!
I have a spoken word version of this poem on my YouTube Channel: https://y...
A piece dedicated to @lydiark , one of my most dedicated supporters, inspired by her “Scar near my spine”.
Allegory: open for various interpretations, beside the literary, autobiographical meaning it ...
WATTPAD User: _MaddieHatter_
*A preview of the chapters of the first book I published on Wattpad, this morning.
Go ahead and take a look at ‘Dreamkeeper’, if you’re intrigued by this preview! I would...
I had a point to this when I started writing it but I think it kinda fell off the rails so it'll be interesting to see if anyone can decipher what I'm trying to say.
Also, hi! It's been a minute. Li...
Parasomnia ch1, story 7/7. A bolt of lightning struck only a few feet from where I was standing, sending a tremor through the ground beneath my feet. It had been very close... but I wasn't afraid.
Valkyrie. The most infamous and mysterious street fighter in the country. There wasn't a person who had not heard about her. But there wasn't a person who had seen her face either.
Enduring the onslaught of our inner demons can be a game of survival... Where every new sunrise we meet becomes our victory!
I have a spoken word version of this poem on my YouTube Channel: https://y...