Just Watch Me Fly

This is a short story I wrote a while back but I thought I would post it here for anyone that cared to get an idea of what kind of fiction I write. The prompt I was given was to create a character that wanted something but could never have it. Somehow that translated to this story. I decided to play with limited 3rd person and omniscient 3rd person respectively, it came out a bit a mix of both but I liked the end result of the first time ever using this point of view.  Eventually, I plan to expand on this idea, hopefully into a novel or screenplay of some kind. But for now, I'll keep it here. Let me know if you enjoyed it or would want to see more of my fiction! Thanks for reading.  Il sorriso dell'eternità (Eternity’s Smile) Cemeteries were like museums to her, the cold marble of a headstone just as beautiful and moving as the most grandiose statue; while museums made her sad in the way a graveyard might do for others. Looking at history laid out in clean

What a year, it really is crazy to me how much can change in that amount of time. I'm happy. For the first time in such a long time, I can really say I am happy. The past few years, while filled with amazing wonderful things, were some of the hardest ones I've had. But sitting here, I honestly cannot stop smiling, and not because of any one thing but because I've accepted the truth. I'm content with who I am, thrilled even. God calls me unstoppable, healer, compassionate, and living in that identity is what makes me feel fulfilled. Words, labels, and what the world thinks or sees are so far past meaningless that insignificance of that level cannot be quantified. This isn't pridefulness, it's basking in the light that God has always meant for me to walk in. I know that I want to spend the rest of my life pushing others to chase their dreams and with the plan to be a collegiate advisor/counselor I can help kids that just need some help getting there. I know

So this is a poem I wrote back in the summer of 2019 right after I got back from Glasgow. A bit of backstory for you, I was in a not so great place for reasons I will save for a different post. I was going to my old youth group because it was a safe place, and I needed that in a very bad way. They were having an art night, a time to showcase art of any kind made in expression of how God was moving in you at the moment. I didn't really want to participate as a l ot of my confidence was wrecked, but Joey, the group leader, convinced me to sign up. I thought I knew exactly what I was going to read, an old poem I wrote years ago when I was preparing for my turn at Story night. Well... trying to play it safe when it comes to God working through you is a recipe for him to prove you wrong. I wanted to do something that didn't require vulnerability or transparency of where I was, so obviously, God had other plans, and I wrote this poem in under 30 minutes. Words that itched at the