Every year, the Lady chooses one of us to commune with. If this unfortunate person succeeds at pleasing her, she blesses the harvest and we have food for the year. If they fail to please her, she curses the harvest and we starve.

peach [y/n] turns back to normal, y/n wants to escape the blacksite but theres a shocking twist...

I can see this life

Different lies

Lay on my mind

Heaven is in the sky

Nothing but crises

In our life

I know I was right

Trying to go to the surface

presureness Got me tight

Barely trying to stand

I know-how to fly

Shakes my heart

The atmosphere is the best solution

Gotta defeat the failure

Mud on my feet

Scars got me loose

History on my mind

Do you ever sit there looking blankly at your incoming texts, with tears in your eyes, hating yourself and everything around you, take a breath and put on your act? Yeah, me too.

"Only one girl can stop the war. Will she be able to complete a compelling prophecy and save her community before it's too late?"

This story started out as an assignment for my creative writing class, but morphed into something bigger. Lets see how this goes.