amaywolf

It was as though I had died too, Encased in wood; set a flame. A pile of ashes headed for the grave. The dead have it easy, you see. Their lives left for the living to unwind, Dead ends leading nowhere, Unfinished stories of a muse sick author, Left hanging on a single word, a single line “And then she breathed her last breath, before” Before…. “Before the girl rose from her slumber” Because I never died, I merely fell asleep Only to reawaken to find the world had left me behind. Your story cannot be built on the lives of the dead. They can’t fill the book that is your own Because that tome is yours and

Let Me convey The Emotions of the soul to you through words of ink, written on my heart. Let me Sing to you of sadness, of love, of hope divine. Let me relight the flames of passion in your eyes, and the fires within your soul.

Chapter 3 Lilly           Lilly pulled herself onto the sand, her weight making the sand give way leaving a wet trail behind her. Her head throbbed as the intelligence potion made her take in everything around her from the square shape of the grains of sand, to the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks, the position of the stars and how many windows there were on this side of the castle. Forty eight, she counted, but they were covered with what looked like a shiny transparent material. She could hear the night birds her sisters had told her so much about and for a minute she wished everything would just be silent.           Lilly

Chapter 2 Alastair           Prince Alastair starred out from his balcony looking over the small land that his family ruled. The walls of the castle were high to protect the castle town from unwanted invaders and creatures of the deep forest. It was fairly large for being such a remote kingdom with small farms in the distance  that frequently were attacked by thieves, so much that they often had guards posted out in those areas to protect them. The door to his room opened, but when he turned around to see who was there he found that no one was there. Frowning he crossed his room to close the door making sure that the latch caught this time

Chapter 1: Lilly    Lilly had stared up at bleakness of the dark water for years watching as her older sisters, one by one, had their chance to see the sun. They spoke of the land, the sky, the celestial movement, animals and of the creatures called humans. She could feel the excitement building in her chest as the days grew closer that she could leave their undersea home. The only lights she had ever witnessed were all of the glowing fish and algae that they planted all over the coral and castle. Lilly pestered her older sisters pulling the seashell combs from their long flowing hair until they would finally give up and tell her their stor

 Alastair could feel the mist building around himself as he rode towards the tower. The blood red sky gave way to the pale moonlight which dyed the world around him shades of blue. The entrance was barely visible though the outreaching thorns and roses. He could feel his heart in his throat and he dismounted from Sammy to unload his gear and get a fire started. The fire gave him comfort that things would be okay in the end, that this would be nothing more than an empty tower, an empty promise of life changing fate. Nothing more than chasing shadows and dreams before his return home and to his marriage to Lynette. After what he had seen the la

She is one of my greatest sins, I feel her touch on my lips, and shutter as I feel her coursing through my veins. So delirious, But never have I felt so thoughtful in my life. More than anything I want more of her, her touch; her taste; the sensation as she sends my skin afire, tingling with passion and desire, filling my head with such a need and creative fire. Her kiss on my lips sweet, but bitter with such a licorice flavor. Green with envy am I to know, I am not the only lover that she knows, but she is only passing though, to her she has no heart true. I would give almost anything to have more of her, Oh please, Just another glassful...

Her memory Lingers in my everyday shadows, Her scent caught in unwashed clothes hung and preserved like she will return for them one day. Linens folded neatly into boxes and stored without thought waiting for their use again. She lingers in the corners of my mind unable to rest, watching. Her memory scarring my existence, starring at me from that prison called a body. I cry because I could not save her, or release her from that prison that could no longer move, or speak only stare as life went on around her without her. I pack the car with boxes send them away I don't know who will end up with the items so carefully packed away but

One of the last things she told me was that she wanted me to be happy. She wanted me to take long walks in the woods and admire the green leaves around me. To marvel at the world around me with that kind of naiveté’s of a child, but able to analyze and share it with exuberance. She wanted me to be with a man I love, so long as he treated me well, and that I was with him because I loved him too. More than anything, she wanted me to be happy.   I was her angel, she called me that in those last days as we helped and cared for her. Some kind of strange angel fighting with keeping her mind straight working through chemical equations o