Fiction

this evil night, the crows came back harsher than before

"stupid girl, when will you learn? this magic isn't yours. stop liking it." 

this stung like pressing down on a fresh cut

I have black magic seeping from my fingertips into the ground

a cloudy, smoky substance that dances in the air

and twinkles in moonlight

I hate it

I hate how beautiful it is

I hate how much I love this magic

there have been crows packing at my skin and yelling at me

these stupid crows have followed me around ever since I was little

mother says they're kissing my skin

but she never saw the cuts they leave

the crow queen isn't a crow

she is born of crow

and shows the crows mercy

but isn't crow

she is somewhere between the lines of magic and human

a power bestowed upon her unrightfully.

Analia swam around the island, she knew her mom would be upset at her for coming this close to land but she didn’t care, she had to see him again.

I am the Knowing Tree. I see all. I know all. 

I see the humans.

I was once a human. 
Now I am not.

It’s probably a good thing, though.

Humans are complex. 
Emotions rambling and jumping around.

She just wanted ice cream. 

“Oh. Okay, I see. Well, another time then. What about winter break? Oh, of course, I understand. Well, don’t worry, honey. We’ll figure something out.

As I walk into the apartment I feel the newness of the apartment shining on me. My friend Jasmine enters the apartment after me. Our realtor is already there waiting for us.

Wandering through the sprawling palace gardens, I absentmindedly twirled a daisy between my fingers. It was a Sunday, which meant I was free from royal duties until the evening.

I had always played second fiddle to Emily, the outgoing social butterfly. But one night, I found my own confidence. A shy guy started talking to me, and I surprised myself by being funny and outgoing. Emily looked at me in awe.

Ella and Sam had been best friends since they were children, their bond as strong as ever even as adults.