"Must I be the unlucky cat that has crossed your path?" Lol! This is just for the purpose of telling you guys about my stories and all that 'ish'... Have fun, you guys! _SecretMidnightMist

"If I spread my wings wide enough, I would be able to fly like those beautiful birds that reign the skies, right? I can escape from myself, can't I?" * The past burning up in flames tormented her but Christal was already used to it. Slowly, she stopped caring about being unfairly hated by every living soul that lay their eyes on her strange, lonely ones. Her precious childhood was ruined by her jealous aunt who blamed her for the unlit fires and memories she never made. But... It finally seems like all things start changing for the best when she finally enters high school... But why was does this new and happy world seem so unrealistic to her? A handsome and charming boy. And to top it all, a brighter future perhaps? Happiness? However, once she finds out about Christal's new found smile, her aunt doesn't take a liking to this brighter and happier Christal...what is she plotting? What is she going to do about it? ...What has she already done...? * "The fire ate away at my beloved parents and grandparents. Everything. For that fire was like a scary demon tearing life out of my most loved then left only ashes as a cruel memory to torture my future self..."

"Sometimes roses are red because they bleed from their own thorns..." Rose's grandpa had passed away and Rose becomes locked in herself and finds herself mostly on her own. An awkward girl. Her brother is also acting really strange and she finds herself in a deeper hole and alone. Roses are loved right? But why does she feel so dead? *** Note: (VERY simple story but I hope you'll like it!😊)

"I was the bad guy in my own story," I finally admitted but I still couldn't help but smirk as I did... [Title changed from "It Was Always...Me?" to "Winter's Dead Bride".]

She was wandering in a field of peonies and the beautiful scent filled her lungs as she kept her eyes shut. She was a warrior in this world and no one would take her down as she became drowned in the image of spring and him... She didn't have the golden-tipped, feathered wings of the angels as 'she' did but she knew for sure that dawn would make her smile again. _Dedicated to @LunaPeony