Isis Lyons
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A Twisted Miracle
There I am basking in the middle of bright flames, shouting and crying out loud because the only father I knew is laying in front of me, dead. I look up to the blood red dragon. I look into his eyes and I can feel the fire in his heart. The dragon looks up and lets out flames from his mouth. He kneels down towards me and he looks deep into my eyes. All of a sudden, a rampage of memories enters my consciousness and I see everything so clearly now. Penelope, my clueless mother, married a man named Phyllis. They lived in Tranquility, a mystical town. Although my mother and Phyllis were always surrounded by the unknown they’ve always had faith. They were the life of the village; everywhere they went their light radiated onto everyone they were around. They were excited and happy to live their lives together until Phyllis wanted my delightful, but weak mom to carry his child. The first time Penelope realized she was pregnant she was nervous, but grateful to please her husband with whatever he’d like. “You look so beautiful. My love.” Phyllis smiled, “Really? Even with this humongous belly of mine?” Penelope grieved, “Of course, darling.” He complimented, “You will always be the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.” Penelope gave him a half smile; she couldn’t believe his words to be true. She looked in the mirror and all she saw was a fat blob. She walked away from the bathroom mirror and she headed to the kitchen. As she walked into the hall she looked down at the beautiful sleek wood floor… Then her swollen feet; she began to tear up as she stared at the blisters on her toes. She put her back against the wall and she started to bawl, “Penelope?” Phyllis jogged over towards her. She put her hands over her face, “I’m okay… Just leave me here.” She blubbered, Phyllis gently wrapped his arms around her torso. Penelope turned to Phyllis and she held him tightly. “Everything will be okay, I promise.” He expressed. After that breakdown she realized that she hated being pregnant; she disliked how it made her feel on the inside and outside. “What if I’m not a good mother?” She looked up from his chest; Phyllis caressed her curly, brown hair. “You’re going to be amazing.” He grinned, “How do you know that?” She agonized, “You are the most generous and selfless person I know… You’ll be more than amazing.” He reassured her, he grabbed her hand and led her to the dining room. “I’ll make you some vegetable soup.” Phyllis began to take out everything he needed to make the soup. While he was preparing her food Penelope started to feel drowsy; like she was moments away from passing out, “I’ll eat the soup later I’m going in the room to lay down.” She got up from their Sir Raleigh dining chair and she began to make her way to the hall. As she walked towards the bedroom she felt herself losing balance; she fell right on her stomach. “PENELOPE!” Phyllis shouted, he ran to his wife and all he saw was dark red liquid trickling down her leg. He picked her up and he carried her to their carriage.
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Horror
Feel
My face is the beautiful canvas that has the sweet nothings painted across. I look in this mirror and all I see is a bright soul inside of a skinned veil. The beauty in this is you see me as way more. You see the curve in my walk, I don’t. You hear the tone, and ring to my voice; I don’t. You feel my energy more powerfully than you feel your own. And I can say the same about you. I see the power in your heart, I feel the weight of your energy. I see you too, just maybe in a different way. This is the beauty of life, this is the magic we hold. We can dance under the stars and it can teach us how enjoyable it is to stay in the moment. Do not think about what will happen next. It hurts too much, it steals the joy of forever, of long term. Because nothing’s promised, and nothing lasts forever. But at least I can have this moment with you, now. Maybe forever in my own way, forever is what we all say. When we know it’s all not true, but maybe we have no proof. We may lose each other everyday, but we’re all a part of the same wave. So maybe we’re always together in some way. I’m sure we’ve felt the same joy before but in our own way. I’m sure we’ve felt the same pain; of course it was in our own way. We’re in this together spiritually, maybe not always physically but that’s okay. You’re not here with me today, but I still remember how you used to lay. I remember the way your lips tasted, I remember feeling like my love was wasted. I know now I had to face it, I had to feel like complete shit. You showed me I deserve better. You are the road that led me to myself, you are the inspiration to most of what I say. You’ve taught me how to be me. I’ve never been simple but I’m who I want to be. I've been cut off, and I had to regrow my confidence. I’ve been used for someone’s foundation, but I’ve grown stronger; exactly like a tree. Some people didn’t appreciate my roots, they would take my branches and they would take my leaves. They would never try to nurture me. So just like a tree I now surrender to nature; I’ve learned what will flow, will flow and what will crash, will crash. I have released everything I have no control over and I’ve taken on the challenge of simply being. Simply loving what is in front of me; when uncomfortable circumstances appear I let them make me feel uncomfortable. I move on with a smile on my face, and a bawled fist just in case. I’ll let everyone feel my wrath, I’ll fight until my very last breath. I’ll laugh when I want to laugh; I’ll cry when I want to cry. I’ll be who I am until the day I die. I won’t let your judgments affect me; you setting limitations on me only affects who you’re going to be. It can’t touch me, it can’t crucify me. For your thoughts are yours and my thoughts are mine. I’ve always had happiness, I’ve always been kind. There’s nothing to find and there’s so much to feel. Why don’t you heal? Why don’t you analyze why you want to change me and figure out what’s the appeal? Why do you care about what I do? What do you have to lose? In a world where everything is borrowed and there’s no such thing as tomorrow. There’s only now, so why don’t you fill your days with love instead of frowns. I’m in this big sea full of entitled beings, sometimes I feel like I’m going to sink and drown. But then I realize I have a choice to flow, I have a choice to gracefully glide across this sea with pure trust. Trust that even your words and the things that you believe mean something to me. Oh, lord how I wish I could attract someone just like me. There’s no such thing, not because others aren’t like me but because I will never see it that way. I’ll always find the difference between you and I, even though there’s plenty of similarities. This is how the ego lies. You can be staring at a spitting image of you but all you’d be able to see is the opposed characteristics. And then maybe you’d realize later how your mind was playing tricks. How most of the time when you are upset with someone’s attitude it’s only because that attitude is deep within you too. You and I are one in the same, there’s no one to blame. We can only look within, this is how we understand our experiences. Every time something terrible happens to you it’s only because there’s something traumatic within you. When you start to heal you realize other people’s actions towards you shouldn’t define your character. We’re just water sulking up our environment, but we can also be the purifier. Being angry is beautiful because it shows your passion for a situation; sadness is amazing because it teaches you how to truly feel. Happiness is overrated because it makes us believe we have to search. Happiness taught me that everything is temporary; happiness can last a lifetime as long as you feel your sadness. As long as you express your rage in a healthy way, let your emotions flow because if you don’t they won’t go. Instead they’ll get stuck in your body and they’ll build a home. It’ll grow depression in its backyard, it’ll hang insecurities like Christmas lights on the inside and on the outside. It’ll bask in self-doubt; all because you didn’t want to feel your emotions. Don’t let people tell you that crying is a weakness, they’re not as strong as you think. Strength is facing your emotions with an open heart, strength is loving yourself when it seems like no one else does. Strength is celebrating your small wins even when no one else notices. Be strong for yourself, love yourself and praise yourself because no one else will.
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Poets
Reon
The Problem Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. There’s only one type of species that can hear thousands and thousands of miles away, and this species is named reon. Reons are squamous, strong, metallic beings; their skin is extremely tough and it’s difficult for them to be harmed. There’s billions of reons living on planet Feora; only this planet is hidden far and deep in the abyss. It’s shaped like a human heart and it’s purple. Feora is the coldest, most chilling planet there is; the coldest it can become is negative four-hundred degrees celsius. Living on this planet is like living on an icy island, it used to be their paradise until they began to realize their super hearing was beginning to fade.
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Fiction
One Way Ticket To Hell
*Choo-choo, choo-choo, chooka-chooka, choo-choo* A rumbling of a train wakes me up out of my sleep; my eyes begin to gently open and I realize I’m inside of the train. My heart drops inside of my chest, “How did I get here?” I utter to myself; “You don’t know how you got here either?” A gentle voice shouts from behind me. I turn around and it’s a beautiful girl, her eyes seem to light up the whole train. “No, I don’t know how I ended up here.” I over explain; she gets up out of the seat she was sitting in and makes her way to my aisle. She sits next to me, “What’s your name?” She gazes at me; for a moment I didn’t even realize what she said. When I realized she asked me my name I noticed I didn’t even know. I just simply shrug, like it’s no big deal. I can’t help but feel calm around her. “There’s something wrong here..” She quivers; I look around, I see two other people beginning to wake up. I see a man in a beanie stretching his arms out; he then jolts his head side to side. “WHERE IN THE WORLD AM I?!” He wails; the woman beside me gets up and moves towards him. “Hi, do you know your name? Or do you know anything about your past?” She investigates, but with a gentle and sweet voice. I look at him and he’s shivering, “N..No I… I don’t remember anything.” She looks at me and I can see how impaired she is, so I walk over to them. I caress her shoulder; “Do you know who you are?” She shakes her head yes and she whimpers, “My name is Claire, I’m seventeen. Before I fell asleep I was laying on my living room couch watching cartoons. Now I’m here.” “How old do I look?” I query; I know I sound about 20, but who knows. She caresses my face; I close my eyes and I feel myself gently falling into her hand. “You look like you’re about my age.” She giggles; All of a sudden I hear “ALRIGHT, WEIRDOS! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!” Claire removes her hand from my face and she looks over her shoulder. We both look at the pale, angry, middle aged man; “Do you know your name? Or your life story?” She asks, “I don’t have to explain my life story to a thing. What the hell are you anyway?” He boasts; “Calm down, dude. We’re all confused right now.” I hiss, he gets out of his seat, he stomps towards me. He gets so close to my face that I smell his horrific breath. “What did you just say to me LITTLE BOY.” He chastises, I roll my eyes. Everything in me wants to end his life; “Take a step back.” I demand, he comes even closer. Fiery began to arise inside my heart, I took my thumbs and gouged them into his eyeballs as hard as I possibly could. “AHHHHHHHH, NO! WHAT THE HELL!” He yelps, joy embeds my soul as I rip his eyeballs out of his skull. I take my thumbs out of his face, I look at my hands and I see that his eyeballs are stuck to my fingernails. His screams become muffled as I watch him bleed out and fall on the floor. I start to smile… CLAIRE. I look to my left and Claire's gazing at me. I can’t tell if she’s scared or amazed, “AHHHH, AHHHHH, MY EYES! MY EYES!” The man continues to cover his face and heave, seeming as if he’s running out of breath. “I’m.. I’m sorry you had to see that. I don’t know what came over me.” I flick his eyeballs off of my nails. I stare deep into her eyes, trying to find fear. “I don’t mind a little blood.” She gives me a menaced smile, she reaches her hands out for my bloody and sticky hands. As we hold hands I look over to the man with the beanie; I see him shivering even harder. “Wh…What is tha… that creature? And…And what’s wrong with you?” I became perplexed; what creature is he speaking of? “Huh? What creature?” I wondered, “The creature you’re holding hands with.” I look at Claire, her beautiful smile, her pretty clear and smooth skin. “I’m not sure what you mean.” I get closer to the man with the beanie; “Are you calling this beautiful princess a creature?” I grunt; he hops in his seat and he wraps himself into a ball. “N..No. I’m..I…” I interrupt his banter, I grab him by the V line of his shirt. I looked over to Claire and somehow she opened the platform screen door. “Throw him out of here.” She grins, I drag him towards the opened door. He’s kicking and squirming but that didn’t stop me from pulling him. He kicks me in my gut and I finally have had enough; I make my way towards his torso. I pin his arms down on the aisle floor, I begin to head bump him so hard that I bash his skull. He finally becomes unconscious, I continue to drag him out of the moving train. By the time he begins to open his eyes he’s already in between the doorway, I push him out and all I hear him say is “AHHHHHHH!” A smile from ear to ear, I look behind me to stare at Claire. She’s nowhere in sight, I look above me and I see a huge, long, skinny, and bald figure. It’s hanging above me like a spider, my heart begins to fall down to the floor. “Who…Who are you?” I tremble, “I’m you.” It cackles, it jumps down from the ceiling of the train. It’s still crawling like a bug; It pounces on me. “I’m just kidding; it’s Claire, silly.” It gives me a sinister gin. “Don’t you remember me?” I can barely breathe; “Why do you look like this now?” I quiver, “I’ve always looked like this. You’re in hell and I’m a demon. You were the only one who saw a beautiful girl because you are the most evil; this was all a test.” I try to breathe in and out, but it feels like my heart is missing a beat. “Why don’t I know who I am?” I investigate, Its wide face and sharp chin gets closer to my face. “You all wanted to lose your memory before you came here. You all were ashamed of who you were on Earth.” The demon reveals; “Who was I?” I question; “Do you really want to know?” It says in a deep and terrifying voice. I nod my head yes, “You were actually sixty when you died. You used to kill any woman who looked like your first love, Claire. All the memories begin to come back to me; tears fall down my face. “What happens now?” I gulp, “Unlike the others you’ll have a slower, and more painful death.” The demon grabs me by my shirt and hangs my legs out of the train, I look up and there’s sharp blades outside of the train.
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Horror
The Magic Train
I’m not strange, I’m not mentally disturbed and I’m not magic so why in the world am I on this train? I’m getting ahead of myself; hi my name is Jonathan and I’m stuck, confused and scared. My day started normally, I walked down the stairs of my yellow townhouse. I kissed my mom on the cheek and I ate waffles, eggs and bacon; she was nagging me about doing my homework. I ignored her like always, I finished my food and left out the door. I walked down the street to wait for my school bus, my friend Luise was waiting for me as always; most people call her Loowe. “Hey, LOOWE!” I cheered; I ran towards her and gave her a tight hug. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” Luise stands there with her arms to her side, “Yeah it’s been a long weekend.” She teased. I let go of her torso, “It was for me, I didn’t get to see any of my friends because my mom and I went on this long trip to Duxtonville. We had to take a train and I absolutely hate trains.” I groaned; “You’re such a drama king.” She jeered; “Do you ever have anything nice to say?” I rolled my eyes, “Rarely.” She giggled, I stared at her violently; “I’m just joking, come here.” She opened her arms, waiting for me to crash into her. The bus finally came, so instead I went in to make sure there was a seat in the very back. There was, so I glided my way to the very back of the bus. I sat down with my leg up on the seat as I laid back against the window.
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Fiction
Siren
The Trap. The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Justin looked around the cabin for a vehicle and there wasn’t one in sight. His suspicion got the best of him so he began to walk towards the porch. He’s been going on nightly walks on this specific trail for two years now and he’s never seen any activity in that cabin until this particular night. He puts one foot onto the porch, the porch begins to creak. If someone were to stomp hard enough they’d probably fall through. “I should be careful.” He mumbles to himself, he continues to walk gently on the porch. He peeks through a window, he glances at a beautiful caramel woman. Her thick, curly, dark brown hair almost covers her whole face; Justin smiles from ear to ear. “Maybe now I can have some fun.” He thinks to himself; Justin tip-toes off of the front porch and goes to the back of the cabin. He continues to tip-toe through the backyard, he crouches as he approaches the back porch. He peeks out the window, only this time he’s looking at the back of her. Justin starts to think about all the ways he could approach her; “I can either be friendly and sneak attack her when she least expects it or I can threaten her with this knife I have in my pocket.” He wonders, he begins to hear something creeping towards the back of him. Justin turned his head so quickly that he jolted his whole back into the cabin. With his back and butt to the cabin, Justin trembles. It’s so dark that he could barely see what was laying in the grass so he moved closer to it, “Oh, it’s just a rabbit.” He chuckled, relief filled his body. “I hope she didn’t hear me.” He mumbles, he gently walks back to the cabin window. He looks through it only to see the girl's crystals laying on the floor. “Where did she go?” He asked himself; Justin turns the doorknob gently to the right, he opens the door as quietly as he possibly could. He walks into the rusty cabin, he glances at the scratched up walls. He looks up at the shallow, beat up ceiling; Justin continues to tip-toe through the halls. All of a sudden Justin begins to hear footsteps in the room on the left of the hall, he decides to go towards the door. He stands beside the door and lays his back against the wall, he waits for the beautiful woman to leave.
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Horror
