The Protagonist Priestess
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Persephone may have been dragged down to hell, but she turned it into her home.
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Facing the Devil
I should really hate this time of year. All my worst memories fixate in a kaleidoscope pattern of chaos during this time. I can stitch together every time my life fell apart with the quilt of a month that ends in ber. Yet, I always looked forward to the end of summer. Regardless of the chaos happening around me, Autumn always felt like coming home. I embraced the shadows of my undoing, and I celebrated my downfalls in ghoulish style.
By The Protagonist Priestess3 months ago in Confessions
Be The Bitch
It takes a village, they told us. So where are they? Where are the grandparents who swoop in when we’re dangling from our last nerve? Where’s the father who was supposed to carry half of the load? Where are the aunts and uncles, the neighbors? Not here. There is no village here. Everyone who was supposed to be around left. They took the easy right turn out. They exited stage left. They told you to find someone else to do it. To do it yourself. They took the titles of Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt, Uncle, and friend - but left you with the work. They glorified the roles they refused to play and villianized you when you cut them off. So now you're the bitter single mother.
By The Protagonist Priestess4 months ago in Humans
Leaves Falling to Hell
The Autumn Equinox is approaching, and although I was born in the spring, nothing feels more like home than fall, or what my fellow witches call Mabon. As I’ve learned to find comfort in my shadows, it only makes sense that the dark side of my sun sign would be Scorpio: my evil twin, my dark sister. Oh, how I love when she comes out to play.
By The Protagonist Priestess4 months ago in Confessions
Let Her Break Your Heart Again
Forgive yourself for leaving her behind. That part of you that you needed to walk away from for the time being. You don't need to dig into reasoning. Some parts of us just become too heavy to carry. Whether it was because we were exploring new versions of ourselves, or because they were anchoring us to a past we were trying to leave behind. Maybe we lost the battle we were fighting to become that person. At some point, your healing or your survival depended on letting that part of yourself go. There is no shame in that, and you don't need to continue dragging yourself for how you went on without them, but now it’s time to go back for them.
By The Protagonist Priestess4 months ago in Humans
Home with the Devil
Shadows in the night don’t scare me; they intrigue me. My space is a revolving door for the darkest of deities. Some stick around, and some stop in to deliver a message or two. I’ve got an army of guides that keep most of the negative energy at bay, so when an unsuspecting shadow catches the corner of my eye, it’s usually because they were let in.
By The Protagonist Priestess4 months ago in Humans
Once Upon a Time
Six years ago, when I first started writing my debut novel, I never could have predicted how this journey would unfold. Once upon a time started during a quiet night in the kitchen under a dull lamp light, typing out a storyline to a character that my mind would not allow me to extinguish. She needed to be set free. So, I gave her a name, and I etched out the beginning of her story, not realizing that was the beginning of mine. Fast forward to today, and here I sit, at a much different kitchen table, writing by the light of a dimly lit lamp. How ironic?
By The Protagonist Priestess4 months ago in Chapters
Universal Awe
Another day crossed off of the calendar, another week has reached its end. Months torn off like leaves falling in Autumn. As Summer approaches, how are you feeling about your goals set for yourself in the beginning of the year? Back in January you were eager, maybe even persistent. The snow fell but you aimed your sights on your future accomplishments with the intention of achieving them. So, as the heat returns, and the rain saturates the muddy ground, how much have you transitioned yourself?
By The Protagonist Priestess7 months ago in Motivation
A Writers Work
‘What do you want to be when you grow up,’ is a pretty easy question. However, I usually answered with a shrug. My idea of what I wanted to do with my life had changed so many times by the time I had entered college. I was never really sure. I couldn't settle into the idea of doing just one thing my whole life. Was it a veterinarian, because I loved animals so much. A police officer because I wanted to defend the innocent and take down the evil doers? What about a witch so that I could cast spells and enchant forests. Oh but what about a teacher, where I could enrich little brains. I wanted to ride dragons and win gold medals. My heart skipped from one desire to the next. How could I ever just pick one thing?
By The Protagonist Priestess8 months ago in Poets
Cobra Assassin. Content Warning.
She had loved him. Genuinely, and so vigorously. The deepest and most authentic connection she had ever experienced. In her line of work, reading people was paramount and she was good at it. Really good at it, or at least she thought. That was right until he showed up on her “To Kill,” list.
By The Protagonist Priestess8 months ago in Fiction
Another Fall Down the Rabbit Hole
The Red Queen anticipated her return to her throne of roses. She knew it would not be long before the Mystical Troops came for her. Word of her reentry down the rabbit hole spread fast. Under disguise, she could hear the whispers of the townspeople. She barely made it to the Shroom Tavern, located on the outskirts of the village, before spotting her face plastered all over posted wanted signs. The world she created was ready to destroy her but she would not go down without a fight. Even if most of the residents that lived here considered the place Hell, Wonderland was her home.
By The Protagonist Priestessabout a year ago in Fiction
I'm Sorry
I’m Sorry… To the part of me I spent so long creating just to leave her behind. The part of me who saved me by pulling me out of the deep dark waters of my collapse. The part of me that resurrected me from the graveyard of betrayal. You rescued me, and I abandoned you. You brought me back to life and I destroyed your existence because I was eager to run away from everything you stood for. So anxious to turn the page, to start a new chapter, that I left the whole book unfinished. I grabbed a hold of the ship you brought in for me and then I left you to drown. For that, I am sorry.
By The Protagonist Priestessabout a year ago in Journal
