this is going to hurt...you crawled into my heart and you didn't even know itthis is going to hurt... by Narryaque
i guess i didn't see you clearly and questioned it.
no wonder my heart is so heavy now. you made it feel again.
is that why my tears are falling? my heart needs to be empty.
Guess you made a splash, so the tears are flooding.
Maybe i was in love with the idea.
that's one hell of an idea to make it hurt like this.
You will never know.
I'll suffer this in silence.
saddy stashyholding sadness at baysaddy stashy by Narryaque
lying to myself and saying i'm okay
just to keep breathing
if i imagine myself crying
Mages of Myth - Book 3 Chapter 3Chapter 3Mages of Myth - Book 3 Chapter 3 by Narryaque
Camur patted the neck of his black giant vulture. Its old ragged wings fluttered and turned toward the ground. Ebon’s vulture followed close behind Camur’s.
Once their feet were on a ground, Camur waved his twisted cane at the creatures and they disappeared into their netherworld. Ebon bent and rubbed the feeling back into his legs. “By runes! Will we rest here?”
Camur nodded. “Here, we shall rest.” He studied Ebon. “Ye look very weary.”
Camur cackled and looked down from the boulder upon which they stood. “Sweet village,” he mused. His eyes gleamed with evil. “I wonder if there be any sweet maidens…”
Ebon grunted and joined Camur’s side. “Look,” he said and pointed. “A palace. That means another royal family.” He groaned. “I hate kings.”
Camur smiled at him with black teeth. “So do I. And that be why we are to manipulate this one.
I'm FineI'm fine.I'm Fine by ScribblersNotes
Clearly you see that I'm not.
But really I'm fine.
Always have been.
But no I'm not.
I'm not fine.
Saying your fine means nothing.
It is a lie.
But I say it anyways.
It's all I can say.
To keep them away.
Because telling them won't help.
Because they don't understand.
Explainations won't do.
So I say those two words.
Just to keep them satisfied.
While my mind scream "I'M NOT FINE".
My lips are in a straight line.
I show no signs of being "not fine".
But that's just a mask.
So really, I'm not fine.
But I'll keep saying it.
I'll keep saying it till you're satisfied.
Because it's my problem.
It's never your problem.
So you shouldn't have to worry.
But I want you to worry really.
But telling you that is selfish.
I can't be selfish.
Selfish is bad.
So if you ask,
Yes I am fine.
But no I am not fine.
I am far from it.
But I'll tell you that lie again.
So you don't make that face.
Even thought I'm not fi
Narryaque: Pronounced, “nar-y-ock” [nair-ee-ock] rhymes with “marry lock.” Meaning from lost language: “Storyteller; to recall and tell i.e.: kiss and tell; raconteur; narrator.” Lost Language definition: “Word Sage.”|
~From my story, The Storyteller of Atrox Nox
I like to think of myself as magical. I'm crazy for top hats, I have a magician complex, and I write fantasy books (not published yet).
"If God gives you something you can do, why in God's name wouldn't you do it?" ~Stephen King