M. Z. Belle
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Creative writer and author. Fiction, short stories, poetry, scripts, screenplays, and content writing.
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The Moon's Ocean
My mother was the sort of person whose plump and rosy cheeks would never fail to lift happily, forming a smile upon seeing anyone she knew. They were anyone including neighbors, family, friends, people she had lived with for thirty years and even the elderly she hadn’t seen since she was a little girl. I knew my mother’s warm smile as much as I knew the sun. She smelled of roses and cinnamon, and would hum a familiar tune to herself whenever she strolled through our garden under her favorite pear tree. Sometimes she would pick flowers for my father, whose stern face would melt as his delighted smile revealed the crows feet that painted around his eyes full of love.
By M. Z. Belle4 years ago in Fiction
I Carried the Souls Home
In all of my years and maddening sorrows, I had yet to find a human being who didn’t utterly fascinate me in some way. Every single one I ever came across captivated me with their funny little expressions of life. Their joy, grief, hopes and fears were always present in their art no matter the person. I never truly knew if they were aware just how easy it was for me to read them - for this reason, I never failed to see through their clever lies and antics. The most heartbreaking thing about people is how vulnerable they were to their own lies, and how they often cried when they finally saw the truth. Crying was their beautiful release of energy in the form of rivers that flowed from the windows to their sweet souls, and I never failed to dry the tears I may have caused.
By M. Z. Belle4 years ago in Fiction
