A quadrilogy to Soup!

With priorities shifted between them, Soup continues to live life in the rolling hills of grass and glistening skies, while Stew and Casserole continue theirs with their family, nestled away from others for the safety of their curious children.

However, their only daughter, Sage, is desperate to see what lies beyond the painted fences and predictability of home; a life her parents no longer lead.

Ready to discover her own way, Soup is entrusted with Sage and showing her what life has to offer beyond home; just enough so that it can tame her curiosities and she can leave wild fantasies behind her.

But, new dangers lurk in foreign lands. With the lights of guided spirits passing through the night, it's hard to resist the temptation to follow them and see what lays beyond.

Lost spirits are everywhere. Without direction, friend can quickly turn to foe; and the path to find what is lost seems impossible.

Even when it feels darkest, one wild light affectionately called 'Lasagne' shows up to help guide Soup and Sage onwards.

With their new friend, discovering the strange world together through thrilling experiences doesn't feel so frightening.

Soup starts to learn that it isn't so bad to let down his guard and lean into his inner child to enjoy the world around around him with Sage.

That is, until the lights beckon for him again...

The musings of a sheltered "gifted kid" who turned out to be mediocre.

It's my final year in university, and I'm looking for a full-time graduate job. I've so many things yet to achieve, so many unfinished projects, and it seems like "adulthood" is not going to be forgiving. So why not try to improve my writing and vocabulary skills in a blog like this?

However, in a virtual world, anyone can lie. Therefore, you can't even take the events of this journal as the truth.

Imagine being only 15 when the creator of the world calls upon you to save the world. When all you want is a typical high school romance with a guy who hates you :)

Discover why the creator selected our protagonist. She doesn't see herself as anything extraordinary, but does everyone else sees her the same?

If she don't want to survive then does she have the permission to die?

Will she win over the guy she loves, or will her life take an unexpected turn?

This is just a collection of some of the poems I’ve written over the years, about the many emotions, dreams, desires, and destinies inherent to existing in this world. I write about the many ways the world around us affects us and how we in turn affect it.

Let's just take things one day at a time. This is my attempt to process some thoughts I've conjured up things I've gone through.

Maybe through the processing I manage to get an idea of what to write to stories.

Most of my books tend to be rated R despite having no NSFW. This is just in case I write something that is not appropriate for the younger audience.

Yet another collection of poetry, with bits of everything. Including the longing for youthful ignorance and the continuous fear of growing old.

Enjoy xx

A few drops of dew, a few drops of poetry before sunrise.A few drops of sweat, a few drops of emotion before sunset.

He limped from the wreckage and sat by a rock to gather his bearings. He was a boy, he recalled, living on the mountain island King's Peak. He was born in Buffalo village, and...

Poems that Fran has written about everything.

"I said I would stand by you through life and death do not make me brake my word." my sister Grace cries out I throw her a glare and turn towards her I come and stand right in front of her her face has fear written all over it,

"But you weren't in fact you haven't been while you've had everything you could ever wish for I have been disowned I have been left on the streets you didn't come finding me then." I say glaring at her "only when I'm worth something to some do you intervein so leave me alone." I add.

My therapist told me i need to start journaling again no better place to do it than here

[Naimah Flashback]

The test results revealed an alarming truth: she had been overdosed on a black-market contraceptive pill.

[END OF FLASHBACK]

As the flashback ended, Naimah accidentally spilled juice on her skirt. Excusing herself from the dining table, she headed to the female bathroom to clean up the stain. However, she halted at the male bathroom door when she overheard two familiar voices:

Voice 1: "Here, it's specially made for her, different from the last one I brought. Mix it in her coffee drink, and she'll never know. All we need to do is wait patiently for her to start hallucinating and showing signs of paralysis before sending her to a psychiatric hospital to die."

Voice 2: "I can't wait for her to die, so her inheritance and company shares will be ours..."

Voice 1: "You're not eager to be with me..."

Voice 2: "You're everything I ever needed..."

The voices continued, accompanied by the sound of kissing. Naimah was grateful to have her phone with her, and she discreetly recorded the conversation instead of crying out and risking discovery.

She abandoned her plan to clean up the stain and returned to the table, pretending nothing had happened. "What next?" she thought to herself, her mind racing with the sinister plot she had just uncovered.