scribblingquill

An excerpt from my novel series the Realm. Try listening to clair de lune while reading it. That was the soundtrack i had in my head. and also: Yes I ...

Okay. I originally did this for a contest in which you had to write a short story called "Oor Wey O Spikin" and its theme was scottish dialect. I wrote ...

EDIT: This is very old and embarassing now. I wrote it when I was like fourteen...D: ew. lol. This was one of those weird life imitating art things, cause months ...

Just a little bit of prose inspred by Mazzy Star. She's a legend. The rain pours down. Wet. Splashy. Noisy. But I don’t notice. I don’t notice the cold, the ...

I love you sometimes.

“You can’t have those skittles, Was that rainbow free range? Did it live a full life?” But what about the bliss of a hot red and yellow on dusty base? ...

You’ve never killed anyone before. It’s not something you’ve ever seriously considered. So you’ve never really thought about the kind of thing that stops one human being killing another. Shoul

I thought smashing something into her face was the best solution. I was sick of resolutions and compromises and being a good listener, or pretending to be. I’d do it ...

Inside this wood I keep pocket universes, in tins, collected Dried, infused, divided, labeled. Poetry. First a category sings, Green, Black, White, Oolong, And becomes a voyager’s lullaby: Sisters S

Push through dry soil with a curving blade, The Red Turkey would work, traders said. After the rain, dropped dust to hold it in My brow, hotter with the growing ...

Love is like raindrops you see. Specks of what keeps me going through a wasteland, like skimming two parts together (me) till they click (the world) And you are the ...

This desk is the Parthenon. My fingers pick at splinters and varnish, in a lineup I am another one shuffled forward, past, to leave my mark And move on. Archeologically ...

Running, keep on running, keep stumbling over dandelions and burn burn burn yourself out, we’ll will be brighter than our parents, blazing through the sky. We’ll be prettier than cracked ...