Waterlilies Stories

"That girl, she had nothing beyond her own reality in the face of imagination to keep her craving for life. From her plain white room, from a bed that had been accustomed to her, she had nothing, but a window to look out through, to longingly stare at the white lilies in the pond in front." I thought of writing a small short story, hope it will be to somebody's liking and give hope using it's complete opposite - despair. Disclaimer: contains sensitive topics such as blood, illness. Read at your own risk and to your own satisfaction! photo taken from p!nterest!

15 year old Lotus refuses to face the reality of having an illness which had the potential to decide when her time is up. When the last grains of sand in her hourglass joins the rest. However, her determination to live as a normal teenager pushes her limits and opens her eyes to the risks and limitations of hosting a heart disease. Will she adhere to the restrictions? Or risk her life to live with no boundaries?

A routine morning walk turns into a nightmarish realization about what love should be.

I don't know yet exactly what I'm meant to do. Whether I'm meant to write novels or poems, or whether I'm supposed to draw and tell stories through pictures. Sometimes I think maybe it's both. Maybe I'm supposed to teach History to young children. Am I meant to teach and inspire in the next generation a love of learning? Am I meant to teach them the importance of learning the past so that we may know where we ought to go? Or maybe I'm supposed to teach English to an older crowd. Maybe my path leads to breaking through the tough facade of some young teen rebel and reach the aspiring poet underneath. One thing I know, I want to inspire with my words. Whether that's through my poetry or the stories my artwork tells. I want to inspire the next poets, storytellers, artists to reach for the farthest stars but to never lose sight of where they came from. I want them to understand that sometimes what other people think doesn't amount to much more than a tuft of grass consumed by fire. If I am to be a poet, I want to be the kind students learn about in an English class. Maybe my words won't reach everyone, but maybe they'll touch someone. That one quiet student in the back of the class, or the popular class clown. Maybe the ghostly hand of my poetry will stir something in them, and they will go on to inspire other people. That's all I want. I want to inspire others, so that they, in turn, may inspire the people around them. Cover art is "Bridge Over a Pond of Water Lilies" by Claude Monet taken under public domain from The Metropolitan Museum of Art: http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/437127

A collection of fun, quirky, and horrifying tales. This will be a work in progress. Enjoy.

Every year thousands of visitors come to admire Claude Monet's water lilies and their water garden haven, but none of them know what really lies under the heart shaped lily pads.