NaPoWriMo Day 25: Be Strong, My Friend

To my best friends ❤


You are beautiful

You are strong

You are smart

Don’t let these ignorant fools

Convince you otherwise

Crying does not make you weak

I know you’re in pain, but please hold on

You are courageous

Your smile is beautiful, and infectious

Some people don’t understand you,

But know that I do, and I will never judge you

Your friends adore you

And look up to you

Those who are jealous of you

Will try to deceive and hurt you

But know that they are pettily ignorant,

And do not deserve your attention

You think so badly about yourself,

And that makes me sad

You are priceless!

And please, stop apologizing

You’ve done nothing wrong,

I wish you could see

Just how amazing you are,

You are not annoying, or a bother

You are the bright sun that

Lights up the dark, dreary worlds

Of others

Don’t stop being yourself,

Because you are you

And it shouldn’t be any other way

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NaPoWriMo Day 7: Thank You

To my teachers, peers, and friends, this is for you.


1 2 3,

Started with a tragedy

4 5 6,

Months of stress, finally, finally, soothed by an angel

7 8 9,

And just like that, our tiny shred of happiness is snatched away

10 11 12,

When will this circle of dread, depression, and anger lift?

13 14 15,

This test of faith I must pass,

Or I will surely go mad

this beaten woman I must stand by,

For we have no one else to trust

In this long hour of darkness,

I find comfort in the love and kindness of my teachers, my peers

Thank you for your unending support,

We really need it

If I could hug you all, I would

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

Lilies and Roses

WARNING: There is implied suicide towards the middle of the story.


The lavish dining room was heavily decorated with sparkling gems and diamonds. The massive table, which I thought to be stone, had ruby gems embedded into it. A feast of various meats, cheeses, and sweet fruit lie in front of me. “My dear Proserpine, you must be ravenous after our journey!” I nervously look at Pluto, standing tall with his dark hair and dark eyes as he enters the dining room. He approaches the head of the table and leans dangerously close to me. “Aren’t you hungry?” He asked. Continue reading “Lilies and Roses”