Walking along the path together, fireflies danced their way across our feet in circles as though they had no care in the world. The only way to find Eilonwy was through the forest. The woman that informed us said that the party started at midnight, the time the moon reached its highest point in the sky.
Gabe clutched at his right arm, under the sleeve was an iron band to protect him from any fairy that could cause any harm. I looked down at my band that was located on my thumb. I could feel Gabe’s worry with a mix of fear already. I glanced to him and gave him a relaxed, calming smile.
As we approached, I heard the sound of pan flut
.:Strange Things Will Happen:. by Queen-Tigress, literature
Literature
.:Strange Things Will Happen:.
The equation of writing can be a simple task for some.
Sometimes when you read the words can predict your own fate.
If only one could be trapped in a fictional world where you could write your own fate.
Your own destiny.
Maybe then, nothing would happen that would seem so strange or upsetting.
Mourning: Charlie Grayson by Queen-Tigress, literature
Literature
Mourning: Charlie Grayson
Sometimes the small sounds of certain keys bring back memories that are unwanted. The sound and smell love to remind me that he is gone. There is no more Emmett Grayson. Right after I found him, I lost him so fast. Mom and I moved into a small apartment for the summer near Gabe's house, but it's not the same. I miss our old house. I miss the memories that Emmett took away from me.
I walked over to the piano and gently strummed a few notes while Winnie purred at my feet. Wyatt did not survive either. Shortly after Emmett's death, Wyatt disappeared. We searched everywhere, Gabe and I, but could not find him. I took a seat at the piano while
.:Strange Things Will Happen:. by Queen-Tigress, literature
Literature
.:Strange Things Will Happen:.
The equation of writing can be a simple task for some.
Sometimes when you read the words can predict your own fate.
If only one could be trapped in a fictional world where you could write your own fate.
Your own destiny.
Maybe then, nothing would happen that would seem so strange or upsetting.
Mourning: Charlie Grayson by Queen-Tigress, literature
Literature
Mourning: Charlie Grayson
Sometimes the small sounds of certain keys bring back memories that are unwanted. The sound and smell love to remind me that he is gone. There is no more Emmett Grayson. Right after I found him, I lost him so fast. Mom and I moved into a small apartment for the summer near Gabe's house, but it's not the same. I miss our old house. I miss the memories that Emmett took away from me.
I walked over to the piano and gently strummed a few notes while Winnie purred at my feet. Wyatt did not survive either. Shortly after Emmett's death, Wyatt disappeared. We searched everywhere, Gabe and I, but could not find him. I took a seat at the piano while
It was unfair
To find out that illness had taken over you
A slap in the face
A punch in the gut
A stab in the heart
Three years have gone by
You're gone
Life seems to go up so fast that when the down comes I'm not prepared
To wish you a happy birthday
To hug you again
To hear, "I love you" once more
All I have are memories
Life goes by so fast
It never prepares you for the hurt
To lose the first person that ever loved you
The one that held you
The one that gave birth to you
The one that blessed you with your name
Gave you a life to live
A mother with unconditional love
I wish you a happy birthday
I miss you every single day
Some days it hurt