Faith Fraser, a baby born dead. That baby was me, but a nun revived me. That French nun raised me as her own in secret until she died when I was 10. From there, I was sold to the boats. I worked on the sea, pretending to be a boy until I was 21 when I was found out by the other seaman. The captain sold me when we reached the colonies. I became another slave to a new master. The blacksmith. A white haired old Scot. He told me of my parents, of Scotland, of my birth right. My story is one of death, happiness, pain, love, sadness, like my mother's. I want revenge for what was taken from me. But who do I take my revenge on? This story is meant for 18 and up! Reader's descretion advised. Please understand this is a period piece and fan fiction written based off The Outlander tv show/books. In no way do I condone slavery or the horrors of our forefathers. It is a tragic piece of the world's history. Please do not read this story if these trigger warnings are too much for you. There will not be warnings at the beginning of chapters. Trigger Warnings: Slavery, Sexual Content, Violence, Foul Language

Poetries that i wrote every now and then in my life.

Poems for the Poetry Camp.

poems simply about love <3 however, you will come to find it may not all be about the kind of love you expect self-love, kindness | heartbreak, hate | all tied together by my perspective and experiences and my ability to paint a picture with my words and my emotions take what i write as you will! some may not understand it; some may live and breathe it; some may walk away feeling heard seen understood. this is a way of setting my thoughts and emotions free. and yes - that is a warning. <3 shall we share this dance of love, trust, and regret? ••• all poems are mine, so please don't steal them from me. they are like little fragments of my being. i need them to complete me in order to feel whole. (this is a joke.) if my work inspires you, dont forget to tag me. i love all things art and beautiful. <3 feel free to critique - one cant grow if they are unaware of what needs fixing - as well as comment your thoughts and opinions! {started: DEC 12TH, 2022}

[art, dedicated to myself]

took time to write the words that randomly popped-up in her mind. © lazilywrites_ 2021

These words, they can hurt you, can't they? --- This book is consist of random lines that I originally made. It all came from experiences, feelings, strong emotions, and from overthinking.

a collection of poems

BIRTH MONTH. free verses of may '22

Maybe this is my story, but could be yours too! just wanted to share... enjoy! <3