Hertruth Stories

Short Poems Detailing The Struggles of Life While Living

The lies that hide her truth. Emily is a broken girl. She puts a smile on her face to show the world, but do you really want to know what is going on in her head. How can someone broken put on such a show and make people believe the lie that she pretends is her?

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until there was barely any space left between them. The air shifted-heavy, suffocating. Vihaan Rathore bent slightly, leaning down to her level His eyes locked onto hers A faint, dangerous smirk touched his lips "The world doesn't run on truth, vakeel sahiba," he said quietly, his voice low "It runs on power..." He paused, his gaze never leaving hers. "And I own it." "Power doesn't make you right, Mr. Rathore," she replied, her voice steady, refusing to waver. "It just makes people too scared to question you" His smirk faded slightly, replaced by something darker... more interested. She took a small step closer instead of away, closing the gap he created. "But I'm not one of them," she added softly. "And in my courtroom, truth doesn't need power to win." For the first time, Vihaan Rathore didn't interrupt. He just watched her-like she had just become the most dangerous thing in his world. Let see what happens between them......

Up until now I have been an extreme closet writer. Lately I got brave and showed some of my thoughts and poems to a good friend and she has been after me ever since to Publish... so here goes... My dream has always been to publish a book of poetry, so I thought I'd add more here as we go. Writing is extremely cathartic for me and so I write on! My hope is that, when you (read my thoughts) y'all will feel the same release that I did as I put them to paper.