Kirei-19

I, am a reader. I am a beautiful princess, sitting atop my golden throne. Ribbons adorn my perfectly curled hair, and jewels decorate my crown. All of the nobles envy my magnificence, and I am the fairest in the land. My dress is made of the finest material, soft to the touch and breezes out around my legs as I walk, head held high. I am a swash-buckling pirate, my ship large and magnificent. My crew is loyal, and my treasure abundant. I hang from the front, holding onto the ropes of the billowing sails, keeping a firm grasp on my large black hat decorated by a red feather waving in the wind. My sword is heavy, hanging from my hip and cover

Snow. It’s a beautiful thing, isn't it? I thought so, even when I was younger. One of the most exciting parts of winter for me was the first snowfall. It still is. I would lay awake in bed, staring at my ceiling, studying the small cracks and lines in the paint. Occasionally, I would turn my head 90 degrees to the right to glance out my bedroom window. I remember how at night, it was always so bright during the colder months, and it made me feel less afraid of the dark. Eager for it, actually. After what seemed like hours, the first flake would fall. Then another. And another. Oh, how excited I got! I would scramble up and out of bed

The light shone everywhere. It lit up the sky, the ground, the surface of the water, turning it into a shimmering shade of dusky-blue and rich gold. Dandelions and poppies pockmarked the field, vibrant yellows and reds reaching toward the light blue sky. The long, summer green grass swayed gently in the wind, and the trees gave off the pleasing scent of cedar and pine. In the center of it all was a girl, young and spirited, her unruly reddish-brown hair floating around her shoulders as she ran and danced and played. Her giggles echoed, carrying far past the edges of the meadow, into the forest beyond. A butterfly, its wings shades of orange a

 The city burned, lighting up the night sky. That evening had been one of many misfortunes and frightening scares. Ever since They invaded the city, it wasn't the same as it used to be. The air used to have a certain quality, not exactly bright but fresh. Now, she could barely take a breath as the smoke and ash swirled around her head, making her dizzy and causing her chest sharp stabs of pain with every inhale.  She remembered that fateful night many years ago; Belle and her family had been in the middle of eating dinner, when They had busted down her front door and demanded that everyone gather outside in the Main Square. She had only b