Rust: Chapter 1

Name: Scarlett Rayner Sex: Female DOB: 11/25/1998 Height: 4’7 Weight: 101 Blood Type: A Negative Parents: Unknown            “Welcome, Rayner. You are the newest recruit to our Companion branch. We have 5 branches here at MSA; Mercenaries, Assassins, Agents, Companions, and Sciences. Each of our branches is specially designed to fit…

Rust: Intro

There. Right there. I see him. Dull, worn gray hoodie with athletic sweats. His shaggy, copper hair is pushed back as the harsh storm blows into him. His eyes resemble rusty sapphires, but are hard to admire as his heavy eye lids shut firmly over them, becoming shields from the wind. Hands shoved into his…

Short Stories

I’ve decided I should open up my next phase, or chapter, if you will, of this blog. I (of course) will continue to post poetry and my usual things, but I have decided I shall start a short story collection. There will only be one going on at a time and they may last anywhere…

Utopia 

Equality is no longer needed as a term, because it is a given Cancer is unknown and will cease to ever surface People look like who they truly are Grief only came when rain poured on birthday parties or when a special shirt was lost Poverty is nonexistent All loved all, truly and wholy School…

Iris

She said “I love you” too often Because she grew up in a house where those were your first words and your last. She always wanted to remind others how much the meant and how deeply they were loved. She saw the pain and angst behind their eyes, she saw a bit of who she…

Kinder

Thank you. Whether you hear that often or not, you should know how thankful each and every one of us is for you. Sure, we may complain about the never ending homework and dull (sometimes) notes, but we deeply appreciate everything you do. You have dedicated your life to teaching us and making us aware…

Love

I have always been the girl who will get caught in daydreams about fairytale endings and a gown of lace with buttons down the back. I’ve always wanted a loving family of a husband, two or three kids, and health. That little naive part of me still exists, somewhere underneath all of this experienced, sensible…

Welcome To The World, Henry

Dearest Henry, You were born on May 12th, 2015, and I couldn’t be any happier. You are such a beautiful baby boy and have already brought so much joy into our lives. Your mom, my aunt, is incredible. I adore her with every ounce of my soul just as my mother did. It’s a shame…

You Aren’t Nothing 

I see it in you everyday; the subconscious shirt tugging, the nagging insecurity. I see the battle and horrid thoughts clouding your mind. The melody of unrealistic body image plays through your mind all day. Soon enough, it’s the only song you know. I hate seeing you like this, every morning and every day, hating…

Dear 8 y/o Arden,

Life is simple and everything is grand. I know how much you love your Littlest Pet Shops and Webkinz. You adore your backyard and pool, when you become a mermaid. The playhouse Daddy built all by himself in your backyard is your kingdom. The world is your stage.  I also happen to know how much…