Leap of faith-

Chatterbox: Inkwell

Leap of faith-

Leap of faith-

will you

take a 

leap of 

faith 

take a hand

accept your 

fate

six sides of a story

six possible crimes

choose one

you decide

the facts will be given

(but opinions are forever taken for something

perhaps what they are)

or not

i am the story-weaver

unknown to the wideworldwide

i am without a side

so soon you shall gaze upon the unfiltered facts: 

submitted by Hanging Crown Veil
(August 4, 2018 - 2:14 pm)

back to the Inkwell

Ahh

Hi

So...

um...

this isn’t really a poem

more like me reverting to sentence fragments because I’m freaking out.

So yes

I am Neko

And...

I don’t know

You’ve payed attention to the story

But everyone else...

kind of dissapeared

and it’s foolish

i’ll admit

after all

i’m writing this for myself

To see my own hopes

and demons

personified

and to see others

connect to me

and I maybe will write more

(I forgot how to spell, help me I said “wright more”)

I want to

But

I don’t know

Lots could happen.

We’ll see, I can’t think the best right now so I’m refraining from doing something impulse fueled. 

But I have stuff in mind for the story.

I just am unsure about my audience.  

submitted by Hanging Crown Veil, age Neko, WIDBSIRFGAISHD
(November 13, 2018 - 8:48 pm)

Everyone has their demons

Some have more than most 

Continue

This is getting good

(check the "The Last Living..." for more of my poetry) 

submitted by Darkking, age Who knows?, A dimension.
(November 14, 2018 - 5:35 pm)

Ok, I promise the next part will be up soon! I just wrote it a few days ago when my computer was offline, so I'll post it as soon as that document uploads to my drive.

 

submitted by Hanging Crown Veil
(December 4, 2018 - 11:42 am)

...so that happened

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The next girl, a clear sister of the third, emitted a maturity that must have been beyond her age. She walked with her back straight, eyes refusing to focus on one thing. Once she had reached the center, the teenager spun around on one heel to glare at the surrounding area.

“You cannot prove I did anything.” Her voice cracked at first, like a glass pane shattering during a storm. But she took a deep breath and it steadied.

“You can throw all your foolish, biased thoughts on how I spend too much time in my room. You can point out the suspicisious ways I sneak about, I won’t deny it. You can throw all your little theroies around, pointing fingers without caring where they land. But you cannot prove I did anything.”

A smile broke through the perfectly crafted face of marble.

“And most of you are strangers. So why should I tell about everything that happened that night? No, I will keep my secrets.”

Heads turned to me.

Oh, I’m supposed to say something, aren’t I?
Well, how should I know how to make this right? I helplessly shrug, causing at least one person to groan in annoyance.

Oh dear, this isn’t turning out well.


submitted by HCV- Part 8
(December 6, 2018 - 6:43 pm)
submitted by Topping Crown Veil
(December 7, 2018 - 2:07 pm)
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