Historias de Wilting

Entry of 10 poems for the Atty Awards. Submission by Christy Birmingham. For "The Attys", Featuring Margaret Atwood.

⚠WARNING⚠ I only edited the picture and I used the text on the picture as the title because I couldn't take it off! The picture from Google. Who knew love could start on a Facebook group? Jessica didn't when she first joined, she thought the most she'd get was a couple friends. But then Lillian messaged her: Hey there! And from there their lives would change, for the better.

The girl who is scared of love tries to find herself through love...hopefully. Oh, the irony. This is a true story about myself. Everything on these pages is something that has happened to me, something that I think of, etc. This is a story from my perspective on how I see love. - I started creating this story on July 28, 2021. I do not expect people to see this, so I will try my best to go at my own pace in writing this.

Everyone talks about what happens during the suffering, but nobody talks about what occurs after. Because no one wants to admit, that it goes on and still hurts. It just doesn't stop. Maybe it never truly does. After the suffering is more suffering, as the consequence. The consequences are drowning Evie. They are killing her in the process. What does one do when everything- even the flowers, wilt? Evie knows what she needs to do. But the flowers don't bloom anymore. -REPUBLISHED-

Anne has lost something dear to her. Wilting under the summer heat. Would she ever grow again?

A collection of made up fairytales and stories where there are no happy endings...

A piece where the main character reflects upon an all too known feeling.

Hello! Glitch here, I decided to make a art book! This book will be full of my (crappy) art! I hope you like it. Requests and art trades are open!

Does a flower bloom to die or die to bloom.

After Rose Stanton's father dies unexpectedly, she is given a promise that she vows to keep true through the tending of her garden. Flower Girl is a short story inspired by one of reedsy's weekly short story competition prompts, found at https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/

Wilting slowing, A rose relives her life, Death seeps , leaving the bleeding red ! A book of poems that takes us through the life !

My name is Rouge. I'm the only one left in my family, and the only one who still carries the evil curse. A curse that allows you to see every part of the next ten years of a person's life. All I have to do is look into their eyes and I see the good, bad, and ugly. Welcome to my curse.

A is for Alice. My name. Or what I would like to call my name. Instead, I'm just A, like the first letter in the alphabet. Unlike you, I don't have the ability to live. I'm locked in a cell, being picked and probed at. There are others of my kind, but where are they? I don't know. For now, it's just me. When genetically repaired humans begin appearing in Area X, subject A has no other choice but to imbrace it. For months, she has been locked up in confinment, seeing none of her kind, not even knowing who she is or where she came from. In the first novel of the series The In-betweens, subject A meets some of the first of her kind and together, they will figure out who they are and why they are here.

After listening to the entirety of The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift, it inspired me to start writing poems again. I've always loved writing poems. The alliteration, rhyme schemes, rhythms, and so much more makes it so fun to me. I never thought I'd actually publish any of the ones I made because I'm kind of scared that they'll get me locked up, but I finally built up the confidence to do it. Enjoy my poems, and I hope you can find them somewhat relatable and/or you find comfort and healing in them. 🖤🩶🤍 Three things: 1. If you couldn't tell already, this is kind of inspired by The Tortured Poets Department and Taylor Swift and some of the lines are inspired by her. 2. All of the names in the poems are fake so people that I know in real life don't come after me. :3 3. This is not completed yet, there should be at least one new poem every day/every other day.^^ TRIGGER WARNING: Vulgar language in "Worry."

a flower kept between pages of a book

in which i pour out my heart into art.