Sapphire D.B Boa
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Perfection and trouble
Lachlan showed up to class with a bloody nose again. I wondered what he had gotten into this time. It was like this every time we had morning form—I showed up to my seat next to the sunny window, looked through my emails, assignments, and notes. The rays casted my desk in pure warmth. Then, five minutes after the bell, Lachlan appeared. With a new wound or bruise or something like that. It was like he attracted trouble and pain wherever he went.
By Sapphire D.B Boa12 months ago in Fiction
The Blind Date
Inspo: two bookworms get paired up on a blind date. I always loved the smell of books. The enriched knowledge within, crusted with age and weather, and yet still withholding its delirious secrets. Pages upon pages of words transcending the mere world we call reality. Meanings within symbolism so deep I couldn’t be able to reach the bottle with my toes.
By Sapphire D.B Boa12 months ago in Fiction
A Misguide From Desperation
Inspo: A broken pocket watch leads a man to a cabin. The dim moonlight scattered through the giants’ arms and onto the misshaped path below. Howling was carried through the embrace of the wind, filtering out to tickle the weary hearts trying to lurk through the darkness. Eyes so bright blink out and close in periodically, scour the forest floor for the unsuspecting prey to come along. Big or small, tall or short. Hardened or soft. Either way, their extremities were always ready to ensnare with lightning speed.
By Sapphire D.B Boaabout a year ago in Fiction
Rekindling
Inspiration: a fallen gods finds his mortal lover again. Ruins. Fallen gods. Bloodshed. Heavens have been unholy stained with thirsty red; the ground littered with shining eyes and glowing wings. Whispers of stories, as ancient as the trees hugging the bodies; of tapestries waiting for years to finally shine, all dim and withering away with the deities that failed their mortals. These gods promised the earth of their protection, control and order, carried out facades of goodwill and bestowed bewitching double-edged blessings. All for what, exactly? No one knows.
By Sapphire D.B Boaabout a year ago in Fiction
Awkward...
Inspo: A grumpy pessimist and an outgoing ball of sunshine It all began with a vest of flowers. Honeysuckle, baby's breath, arborvitae. White and green. The concoction of greenery smelt the greatest in the morning’s maternal muffling, and felt it’s best time of renewal during the sombre evenings – dusted with the kisses of purples and glares of reds. Sometimes, the flowers swayed one way, and in another way once some other lovely soul caught its gaze.
By Sapphire D.B Boaabout a year ago in Writers
A love between a botanist and archivist
The greenhouse was filled with the tangent scent of leafy succulents and towering trees as it always did in the usual humid afternoon. The burning rays translated into golden kisses upon the vegetation and the customers within, bathing everything in its wake.
By Sapphire D.B Boaabout a year ago in Writers
First story
Initial inspo: A start to a romance or a demise? Set in the Industrial period of England Casts of shadows and whirling winds seemed to be the only inhabitants of London this evening, which were followed by the ever-growing smoke enveloping the area with its tightly woven fingers.
By Sapphire D.B Boaabout a year ago in Writers
