Itsactuallyprettygood Stories

"Madeline, daughter of Venus," a young oracle appeared, her almost transparent hair gleaming in the dark space of the air screen. "You have been warned. Your mother is against you embarking on this dangerous journey. The gods are not." I could only see the white of her eyes, no irises nor pupils. Suddenly, the brightest glow of green, possible to blind the human eye, breaks the wall of darkness. A bold, static voice coming from the young girl filled the ship. "Time shall be shattered to the young heroine's reflection. As time passes and lost direction; leads to an open heart."

a mashup of my poems from over the years.