Alina Anthony
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A Sailors Anchor
Justus, It has been too long since I last wrote to you, I just miss you so. The last few nights we had spent together were the best in my life, honest. I haven’t been able to laugh that hard in so long, to smile so hard that my cheekbones hurt. Just meeting you like that was just unimaginable, the sheer feeling of fear I felt in the pit of my stomach not because of meeting you but because of the feelings I am having that are so sudden. I can’t even begin to describe what it is that I am feeling, or maybe it is I am afraid to describe those feelings for fear you may not ever want to speak to me again. I’ve never met anyone in my life where I’ve felt a connection so instantaneous that it made me feel overwhelmed with butterflies in my stomach, that I felt like they were trying to fly right up out of my mouth. You have no idea the impact of our meeting has taken upon me, someone who has been going through one of her worst times. I’ve had my heart taken from me, broken and returned with large pieces missing. I had vowed to myself that I wouldn’t invest any of myself in another person, that I wouldn’t let my heart open up to anyone because I didn’t want to lose any more of it.
By Alina Anthony4 months ago in Fiction
Dandelion
Persephone has risen once more from the underworld; spring has sprung forth from the arrival of their goddess. Seed has been sown, and it is time to stretch forth among the sea of green. Standing tall; stretching my head out as high as possible to reach the rays of the warm sun as they permeate the ground. Looking around to see her siblings as they too awake from the long months slumber in the ground, she smiles.
By Alina Anthony5 months ago in Fiction
Adding to the Collection. Content Warning.
She just stood there with the silver spear in her hand, blood dripping from the tip; standing over the werewolf that had just attacked her family. Just a girl of twelve years with little to no skill in combat, she had just acted on fear. Chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her fast heartbeat, she fought to catch her breath along with her thoughts. Fists clenched tightly over the shaft of the spear knuckles white, gray eyes searching over the bodies of her mother and father who now both lay motionless feet away from the beast they had fought to protect her from. The swimming feeling in her head had become overwhelming, it felt like her stomach was rushing up to meet her throat; and it was. Dropping the spear where she stood, she dropped to her knees catching herself with her in the dirt; her body wretched up everything she had eaten for breakfast with her parents. Leaning forward on her knees, Revna coughed and spit what little she had left in her mouth. Staring down at what she just expelled she was void of any feeling of what she saw before her; all she knew was at that moment she no longer had parents to care for her on their little farm just outside the Northern village of Hraereksgil. Getting to her feet she picked up the heavy silver spear that belonged to her father, carrying it to the small home her mother kept neat and tidy; she sat it up against the door in the same place her father would put it after his hunts. Keeping her hand on the shaft of the spear a moment longer than necessary, she closed her eyes not wanting to return the massacre lying several feet from the front door. All she wanted to do was wash up and go lay down in her bed till the next day; dream that everything was okay. No, Revna was a twelve-year-old girl facing reality, forcing herself to be the big girl her mother always encouraged her to be and face her problem head on. Nightmare really was what she was facing, a horrifying nightmare where she was now an orphan and had to figure out how to survive the coming winter alone.
By Alina Anthony5 months ago in Chapters
Life, Death and the Decay
As the world now stood in ruins all around, and the dead now rising on their own; Victoria Frankenstein found herself amongst a treasure trove. Consumed by obsession with life, death and everything decay, the apocalypse had brought her obsession to a head. As a child she had grown to love everything from the ancient Egyptians to other cultures that believed in life after death and rising once more; and she was determined to find a way to not bring eternal life as others were after, but to bring the dead back to life. Victoria was an odd child no doubt, but she had her friends, nevertheless.
By Alina Anthony5 months ago in Horror
Sea of Clouds
Soaring in a sea of clouds, the imagination once could only perceive. Ships of wood and metal had once only belonged on the sea. Guided by the stars and the light of the moon, giving into the emotion of the water. Now aloft the ship, sailing the skies; a star they've become. Pirates of the seas of stars, with suns to power their sails forever more.
By Alina Anthony5 months ago in Poets
