In deep darkness; my quiet place
A sloggish rest, a somber face
Pursuing peace in darkest hour
Bitter at this life so sour
A breach of joy this time has been
A time of sorrow prone to sin
A time for me to stunt or grow
Sorrow I reap when tears I sow
A haze, a fog, a blinded spree
Misty unrest is all I see
I wallow in this filthy maize
I cry alone; sorrow for days
A finger reaches to my eye
Tears are wiped, my eyes are now dry
I thank my friend who's comfort prone

We used to
Back when the hairs
On our necks stood up
At the touch
Of each other's hands

We used to think we owned this.

So watch me spritz
A new skin
Of perfume
And watch me whiff
Away
Amidst its vapors

At this stage
Waterlogged and drenched,
With pious, half-heart promises
We cannot navigate
This blitz

The squadron that Master Pritchard dispatched silently scanned the Tywyll. Bowmen and crossbowmen walked behind the dagger-hands and swordmasters. Their feet made little to absolutely no sound as they crossed the cursed forest.
Not many could venture deep in the forest without becoming afflicted with madness. The utter silence could make one’s brain weak. Only, this was deep in the Tywyll; Caislín and her Solitary had stayed within the outskirts.

Wynne snapped awake and quickly pulled on a leather tunic and thick bragae trousers. She stuffed on wool boots and then proceeded to brush out her hair to the best of her ability, then she tied her waist-length locks in a high bun with her faded rose-colored silk ribbon. She sighed with nostalgia each time she laid eyes on it.

I have been longing to write something on Apricotpie for months, but I can't write long works without a computer. Alas, my life does not permit sitting at the computer isolated in the corner of the house. So, instead of something eloquent or a fanciful story, here is a snapshot of the things that go through my head in a day written while a baby was sleeping on me from my cell phone.

In less than an hour, the town of Dunville announced itself with the sign, "It Pays to Do Business in Dunville!" overgrown with jimson weed.

We drove up a long dirt driveway and parked in front of my friend Ruthie's house, painted a gingerbread brown. When I turned off the ignition, whatever was in me sputtered out, too. We trudged up the stairs, my hands strapped to bags. Daniel hugged my friend, and wiggled his fingers under the chin of her deluxe cat.

My first thought about this new country was that I could see the slums from the airplane. As we landed, I caught glimpses of blue tarp strung across some metal shacks, standing just past the fence that ran alongside the runway. As we coasted to a stop, I looked over at my four friends. “We’re here!” I mouthed over to them as our heartbeats sped with excitement.

I put on makeup today. Now, you're probably thinking, "big deal, so she put on makeup. She's a girl. That's what girls do." But this really is a big deal. It has been over a year since I put makeup on myself. No kidding.
I have let other girls give me makeovers a few times, but it was always one of those just-for-fun things where it was how we spent time together. For myself, I had a few reasons to stop wearing makeup. 1) I stink at applying it 2) I'm lazy and 3) I had a flawed self-image.

I’m constantly confused
Lost and hopeless
Stuck in this place
We’ve called Life
Nothing makes sense
Ever, at all, and
I know it never will
But I’ll just throw
Spaghetti at the wall
And fight on

Sadness creeps upon me
Yet it’s sudden too
And I have no idea
About how to
(Like, even, for real)
But I’ll just throw
Spaghetti at the wall
And continue to move

While Aloysius talked with Wynne in the stables, Sioned busied herself collecting hazelnuts at the cuff of the Tywyll. Bryngaer was well north of her, and it would take about two hours to get back home. She knew it was a ‘busy’ job to keep her from doing anything stupid, and she didn’t know what to think of that. Either way, hazelnuts were her favorite.
A feeling of someone near made her shiver. She scanned the dusk scene of the deep and dark forest, her heart pounding against her chest.