why do you write?
her friend asks
and she smiles that rare, soft smile
and speaks of worlds and lives that didn't exist
that she created using nothing but her imagination
of worlds that writhed and seethed and roiled with hate and spite
of worlds that bloomed and flourished and shone with warmth and light
of people that she would never meet—
but whom she knew better than herself
of boys with sharp teeth and sharper tongues
of girls with stained souls and broken minds
and said,
my role
is to share these worlds
so that the broken and lost
may find refuge in them,
and finally rest their tired souls.
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drabbles
Short Storybasically short stories ranging from 1 sentence to like 500 words, feel free to read if you're bored and looking for something to distract yourself :DD i can't find the artist credits for the cover anywhere, so if you know who made this incredible p...