It didn’t take long for her to put on the shoes. Once she did, she took a deep breath and whispered, “Run.” At her own command, she took off down the dusty road. Corn stalks on either side towered above her. She was away from any civilization, and the feeling of sweet isolation overpowered her….


Heavy steps Grey spirit Careful movements Dusty coat     -Charlotte Emelia Check out another Inktober post here.


Would we rather find beauty in chaos or chaotic beauty? (Sorry that I’m a day behind) -Charlotte Emelia


It glinted in the sunlight and stood atop a mount, but no man in any land had the Strength to pull it out.   Neither did any man have the Strength to bear the pain of making right decisions amid the common disdain.   Nor did any fearless knight Have Strength to love his friends-…


Public Education. Need I say more? -Charlotte Emelia


Each day I stepped closer and closer to the edge of the water. Each new burden- each new responsibility- took me a step further, but I didn’t think I would ever go too far. I didn’t think I could. Soon I stood so close to the water that I could see my reflection. I could…


Strings of letters Cunningly formed Are the destruction of all men.   Hold back your harsh words For each hurtful phrase Marks the red on your lips.   These words are poison Created for your enemies But in the end, you consume every. last. drop.  


It was a silent war. A deadly war. Words unspoken formed the front lines, and each new day destructive thoughts would fire, creating new wounds and permanent scars.   They never did say what ran through their heads, but somehow they knew that their love for each other was almost gone.     -Charlotte Emelia