beckon lovely

In our attempts to prove others wrong, we often times entrap ourselves in pride. Our hope is not found in finding the sin in others, our hope is found in the reality that we are now made alive in Christ. Sin has no strength, therefore we need not condemn others, we simply must show them the freedom that Christ offers. If our lives do not consistently point to the beauty of Jesus, then we are not actively living a life that stands in awe of the glory of Jesus Christ.

Christianity is not about shining a light on our brokenness, it’s about shining a light showing that brokenness is not what our story is all about. We will not end in pain, though suffering and sorrow may accompany us along the way, it is not how we end this journey. For when life has come to an end, we will see that Christ makes all things new, he sets prisoners free and heals the blind. He restores to us that which was taken by this world, and that we will once again be one with God.

You see, beloved. It’s about Jesus, it’s about how our story is woven into his. We don’t have to be hung up on proving others wrong when the glory of salvation beckons us to love the eternal, which is the very person we often times seek to bring down, for it is not our politics that remain when this life comes to a close, it is the soul of every person on this earth that will see eternity. May we have the courage to pray for our enemies, loving them beyond all understanding. Let’s prove Jesus to this world before we prove any kingdom of our own making, may we be humble in our pursuit of Christ’ invitation to all.

Come, beloved. Come and join the feast, drink deeply of the grace that Christ provides. May we share with our neighbors the love that calls all to redemption and beauty.
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—  T.B. LaBerge // Go Now
i love death. i love the way it buzzes in my ear; the way it sends love letters to my ribs. i love the beckon, the chase. the destruction of frailty, a splice of honey-bone. death teases me with divine morbidity. and do i answer?
—  hades courts with nightshade; collected memoirs of persephone, i.g. 

When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth……

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.“

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

—  Kahlil Gibran

ozziescribbles  asked:

Ahhhh 8 spots! I'll try and hurry Σ(゚д゚lll) Would it be alright if I could request Ignis x Reader, possible fluff of them both reading on each other? Like, Reader's head on Ignis' stomach or something like that;;


Ignis was sitting on the ground by the roaring campfire, a mug of ebony clutched in his hand. He flipped through his leather-bound journal, sifting through his notes from the day, contemplating different recipes in his mind. 

His belly was full, the skewers he’d prepared for dinner earlier had done just the trick. The warmth radiating from the flames before him was comforting, and he felt himself relax, the tense muscles of his shoulders slowly easing with each passing second.


Ignis looked up and smiled when he saw you. You wore one of his old sweaters that you’d insisted on bringing with you on the road (I can’t sleep without it!) and held a book in your arms, clutched to your chest.

“Hello, my love,” Ignis beckoned you closer, and you took a seat next to him. You yawned, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand. “Tired?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Long day.”

Ignis was inclined to agree. The group had cleared another tomb, collected another Royal Arm for Noctis. It had been deep inside a chilling cave, and it made the heat from the campfire all the more appealing.

Ignis shifted as he felt you move, scooting lower to rest your head in his lap. You opened up your book and angled it so the light from the fire would cast its orange glow on the pages, and the two of you read in a comfortable silence.

It was one of the things about you that drew Ignis to you in the first place. He appreciated how you enjoyed the quiet. He liked that you didn’t always feel the need to fill the void with idle chatter or meaningless conversation. The two of you were just able to exist together, like two adjoining pieces of a puzzle; a perfect fit since the day you met.

Ignis scanned over his journal for a while longer while idly playing with your hair. You sighed contentedly, leaning into his touch. 

After Ignis had checked a few more things and mentally noted a few others, he said, “Darling, perhaps we should––”

He never finished this thought, because when he gazed down at you, you were already asleep in his lap. Your book had been left abandoned at your side, and your head was tilted slightly towards him, away from the bright light of the fire. Your breathing was steady, and you looked completely at peace.

Ignis smiled to himself. He kissed the pads of his fingers and gently traced them along your forehead, and you smiled in your sleep. He gingerly supported your head while he shifted, scooping you up in his arms. You mumbled something in your sleep and nuzzled into his chest as he carried you into the tent.

He went to lay you down, taking off your shoes and getting you ready for bed. When he moved to retrieve your book, you clutched at his arm.

“No,” you mumbled, drifting in and out of sleep. “Stay.”

Ignis couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing he was unable to ever say no to you. He removed his gloves and his shoes and set them aside. He settled in next to you and you scooted closer, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

“G’night, Iggy.”

Ignis stroked your arm gently, relishing the smoothness of your skin under his bare fingertips. He kissed the crown of your head, and let out a quiet, happy sigh. 

“Goodnight, my love.”

Beneath Me

Summary: Ever wanted to read the classic ‘giving head under the desk when someone walks in on you’ for our this handsome fella? Look no further.
Requested by: my thirsty ass. ( gif credit. )
Pairing: Merlin x female Reader
Warnings: This whole thing is basically porn without plot, so entirely NSFW.
Do not read if you’re under the age of 18.
Word Count: 2.4k. I need help.

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washed clean

just a bit of bathtub smuff-adjacent inspired by this post from @thesschesthair. @cocohook38 needs to get out of my head with her adorable bathtub art. all the thanks to @optomisticgirl for beta’ing!!! (A/N: yes, I know there’s another great bathtub fic out there. I’ve been working on this one for over a week.)

rating: Light M | ~3.4k | AO3

Defeating the monster of the week had been relatively easy, once they finally caught up with it. But a long day of chasing after it through the forest had left Emma bruised, dusty, and visibly drained. Killian wasn’t much better, with grit in his hair from taking a fall and sweat-soaked everything clinging to his skin. It took less convincing than he thought it would to get her to poof them home, right into the bathroom.

He immediately set about drawing up a bath in their old-fashioned claw foot tub, adding the lavender-scented bubble bath she loved, as she began undressing while leaning against the counter. Ever the gentleman, he helped her out of her mud-splattered jacket and hung it on the hook on the door to be cleaned later.

When he turned back around, her eyes were closed and her jeans and underwear were pooled at her feet, but he could see that the tenseness she’d carried home was dissipating in the way her chin met her chest and her mouth was quirked up just enough to form a shallow dimple.

He kissed the indent, pulling her from her moment of peace, but she didn’t seem to mind. He settled his hand and hook on her waist and beckoned, “Come, love; let’s get you in the water.” In one motion, he’d pulled both her tank top and bra up over head, tossed them aside, and then offered his hand to her. With a shy smile, she took it, stepped out of the garments around her ankles, and let Killian escort her into the bath.

The involuntary sigh that she released upon settling in the tub and leaning her head back made him grin; they were both still getting used to these quiet, domestic moments of utter bliss, and he vowed not to take a single one for granted.

He went about following suit, easing out of his own dirty jacket and undoing the buttons of his vest and shirt. He’d just slipped off both garments and let them fall to the tile when he glanced at the tub—and couldn’t see Emma.

“Swan? Love? Where are you?” He couldn’t help the edge of panic that snuck into his voice; old habits died hard, after all. The bath was covered in suds and steam was filling the room, but not enough to obscure his vision.

Alarmed, he headed for the door, but had hardly taken two steps when his side was suddenly drenched in warm water, followed by a youthful giggle he’d never tire of hearing.

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The Captain and the Syren

So I dont usually post non fandom-related things, but I had a request so I wrote a thing…


He didn’t believe in mermaids. Really he didn’t. The idea of a half woman half fish living in the sea and luring sailors to their deaths was laughable, ludicrous even.

So when the townspeople had warned him to stay away from the rocks, had told him of the monsters that roamed the shallows, of the mermaids who sang their deadly song… the Captain had rolled his eyes and finished his ale and set off anyway.

He didn’t believe in mermaids. Really he didn’t.

Which was fine, because mermaid didn’t seem the right word for the creature staring up at him.

She was both lovely and horrifying, and even though his eyes were first drawn to her bare breasts, he was instantly distracted by her hair draping wet across her shoulders and down her back. He could not look away from the curve of her waist, from the glistening skin that blended seamlessly into coal black scales. The graceful length of her arms and fingernails that were almost claws digging into the rock beneath her.

And oh her eyes. Bottomless yet sparking with fire all at the same time.

And the Captain– the Captain was lost.

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Lazy Day - Requested

Harry Holland x Reader

Words: 850 (shortest I’ve written so far!)

Requested by: @voidxkenobi; Your other request! Thank you so much <3

“A Harry imagine where he and the reader stay in for a lazy day.”

This is my second requested fic and my first Harry fic.. I hope you all like it! Thanks for reading. If any of you have requests, please message me! REQUESTS ARE OPEN.


The sound of your doorbell rang all throughout your house, you almost tripped over your feet racing to get it. You knew it was Harry since you and him were scheduled for a lazy day.

You opened the door and Harry instantaneously wrapped his arms around you. He tried hard to secure his arms around you while also securing the pizza.

“I missed you, Y/N.” he sighed, planting a kiss underneath your jaw

“We saw each other yesterday, Harry.” you reminded him. He pulled away by a fraction and pouted.

“I missed you too, Harry.” you hugged him tightly

“May I come in?”

You nodded with a laugh and untangled yourself from him, you stepped to the side so he could enter. There were still paper bags left on your welcome mat as he disappeared into your house.

You gathered them in your arms and shut the door. “What on earth is all this?”

Taking a peek, you noticed that it was filled with yours and Harry’s favourite treats. From pints of ice cream to chips and sweets. The sight of it made you fall deeper in love with your boyfriend, if that were even possible.

Speaking of your boyfriend, where was he?

You set the bag of goodies down in your kitchen and went in search of him.

“Harry?” your call was met with silence.

Padding around to the living room, you finally found him. He had completely transformed your couch into a cozy nest of pillows and blankets. The mouthwatering smell of pizza wafted all throughout the room.

It was absolutely adorable the way Harry made sure that everything was in its place, he had a USB filled with your favourite films plugged into his laptop which was placed right in the centre of the table. The boxes of pizza were on one side, cans of soda on the other.

Harry was fluffing a pillow on your couch when he noticed you leaning by the doorway, taking in his handiwork.  He took the sight of you in, from your messy hair to his sweater that you stole, all the way down to your bare feet. God, he loved you so much.

“Y/N? Come here, love.” he beckoned you

You made your way over to him. Harry took you in his arms and held you upon his lap, his fingers ran all the way down your back to the base of your spine, making you shiver slightly.

“Harryyy.” you whined, wiggling in his grasp

“Wiggle one more time, missy.” he threatened in that deep voice of his

You wiggled defiantly, daring him to make his move

“What did I just say?” his hands moved up to your sides. Your eyes widened in realisation. No, he wouldn’t.

The mischievous look in his eyes said otherwise. Harry wasted no time tickling you, you howled with laughter as he continued his merciless assault. Every ticklish spot you had, he knew and exploited.

“S-stop,” you tried to plead in between mad fits of laughter “H-Harry!”

He ceased momentarily, admiring the beautiful pink flush in your cheeks caused by all your laughing.

“What do I get in return if I stop?” Harry asked expectantly

You struggled to formulate an answer since you couldn’t even catch your breath. Once you had managed to get your lungs to work again, you clasped your hands behind his neck and pulled him to you.

You were inches apart, Harry’s hot breath was fanning your face. His pupils dilated as you pulled him even closer. And after what felt like forever, your lips finally met.

Warmth flooded both of your bodies as your lips moved in sync. The tingles you initially felt gradually flowed until they subsided, euphoria taking its place.

Harry’s hands rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as his lips melted into yours. Your fingers ran down his spine, much like he did to you earlier, pulling him closer until there was no more space left between you and you could feel his heart beating against your chest.

It wasn’t a reckless kiss, it wasn’t heated. It didn’t make you feel like you were on fire. It was slow, and soft, it made you feel like you were floating.

Harry pulled away reluctantly and rested his forehead against yours.

“The ice cream is going to melt.” he whispered, chuckling at the silliness of it

Your eyes remained shut, still savouring the sensations of your kiss. Harry gave you a peck on the cheek before going into your kitchen to retrieve the rest of your food. Once he returned, he set them neatly on the table. Harry chose a film, grabbed a pizza box and perched it on both of your laps. You took a slice and bit into it, groaning appreciatively.

Harry smiled contentedly, more than satisfied that you two were together and that you were happy. He wrapped an arm around your waist and snuggled closer to you.

“I love you, Y/N.” he said into the crook of your neck

“I love you, Harry.” you pressed a kiss on top of his head

Do we call it love?
Beckon it forward with our wispy fingertips
catching on to each other 
not in a way that is forced
but put together because of the nature
of who we are?
I do not know what I want to call this.
Yesterday’s mistakes make me hesitant
to put a name to such a beastly entity.
But do I call you mine?
Give possession a second glance,
not in a way where we own each other
but instead become founders 
of a new beginning too brash and young
and hopeful to remember that
we have had burning cities in the past?
I don’t want to hold you like a belonging
a heart is too much responsibility for anyone
if there is no cage to keep it in.
But do we try again?
Greet leaps of faith on our front doorsteps
like old friends
not in a way that reaches blindly
but expectantly because we know
there is a chance this won’t work out
but there is enough here to want and to risk
for someone who might be more permanent
than our last?
Perhaps it can be worth it.
—  A humble approach to someone new

When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though he hides a sword among them. And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams. Love will crown and crucify you. Love for your growth so he is for your pruning. Love will caresses your tenderest branches and shake every clinging root. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes and sifts you he grinds until he kneads you and then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you, that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment. A fragment of Life’s heart. Now if in your fear you seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, better cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor. Into a seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all your laughter. And weep, and weep but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is enough. You should say, “I am in the heart of God." You cannot direct the course of love. For love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. To wake at dawn with a winged heart, to come home in the evening with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.

The prophet (2014)

This voracious craving for you, for all of you. It would be much simpler if I only wanted your body, but no, I want you, heart, mind and soul! I guess it is because I have given you no less than mine and the reciprocity of love beckons me to ask the same of you! So take all that I am, humble as my offering is; I do give it freely with all the love in my heart and I will take all of you to hold and cherish forever in my arms!
—  e.v.e.
Kitty- Harry Styles Imagine

I have never posted an imagine here. I’ve done plenty of HS fanfics on wattpad but I’m putting up something short here. If you like it then let me know if you want to see more or message me for a request. Here it goesss, I hope you enjoy!

A loud persistent knocking pierces your ears. You groan, flopping over on your bed and glance over to the clock on your nightstand which read 12:00 am. You sleepily furrow your eyebrows, wondering who could possibly be at your door at this time. Lazily getting out of bed and slipping on some slippers. You move yourself over to the front door, opening it roughly to face an unnaturally happy Harry.

You tilt your head slightly, “What are you doing here Harry?”

“I want to take you somewhere,” he smiles brightly, he seemed way to energetic for this time of night-well morning.

“At midnight?” you didn’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it sounded.

 Yes, midnight, perfect time!” he says enthusiastically.

“What…fine, let me just go change or something-, “ you start but you are cut off.

“Nope, no time. We’re going now,” he insists, pulling you out the door and closing it behind you.

 “But I-“

 “No buts, c’mon, I’ll even give you a piggy back ride on the way back,” he offers.

You narrow your eyes at him almost accusingly, but agree anyway because you absolutely loved piggy back rides. He was fully aware of that. He grins triumphantly, grabbing your hand and pulling you beside him as he walked to an unknown destination. Thankfully, it was summer so the nights were warm rather than cold.

“So where are we even going?” you ask.

“It’s a surprise love,” he responds, dimples on display as he smiles.

 You scowl to yourself, desperately wanting to know where he was taking you. You usually loved surprises but this was a little too spontaneous for your liking. But you ignore that gnawing feeling, liking the taste of a new adventure.

After about a good 10 minutes of walking in comfortable silence, (COMFORTABLE SILENCE IS SO OVERATED….i’M SORRY I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF)  he halts in front of a slope of land. He looks at it for a moment before turning to you. The shadows casted by the trees making it hard to see his figure fully.

“Okay, I need you to close your eyes for me,” he politely demands.

“Ha, ha, that’s funny. Yeah no, we both are well aware at how clumsy I am, do you want me to trip and die!” you reply dramatically.

“I won’t let you fall, I promise. Don’t you trust me?” he asks innocently, bottom lip sticking out as a pout.

You wanted to say no but you would be lying if you did.

So instead, you just nod, holding out your hand for Harry to grab and closing your eyes. Harry let out a quiet breath of relief as you did so, he valued the fact that you trusted him and did not plan on messing that up. With minimal problems, he was able to guide you up the hill, or what you assumed was a hill. Him mumbling out a “don’t peak” as he was bringing you along.

After a couple of minutes, he stops, positioning himself behind you and wounding his arms around your waist. He leans down to your ear and whispers. “Open them now.”

And you did so, nearly gasping at the beautiful sight above you. The night sky lit up with bright colours, purples pinks, light blues. You starred in awe, the stars that were scattered across the picturesque sky reflecting in your eyes. While you stood breathless, so did Harry, although it was not for the same reason.

“It’s beautiful Harry,” you state, star struck.

“Yeah it is,” he replies, eyes trained on you.

He loosens his grip on you and you stray away from him, you ignore the lack of warmth. Lying on your back on the grass, he wasted no time in joining you. You both lie in silence, enjoying the world around you, after a little while, you shuffle closer to Harry.

“How’d you find this place?” you ask, lying on your stomach with your head on your arms folded. 

“I just stumbled upon it one night, it’s a good place to come and think,” he responds.

You nod, sighing contently. You could feel his eyes still on you, you slowly meet his emerald irises.

“C’mere love,” he beckons you closer to him.

You happily oblige, letting him pull you into his chest. Arms draped around his body, cuddling into him and enjoying his warmth.

“You’re like a human sized teddy bear,” you smile softly into his chest.

He chuckles, “Thanks I guess?”

You giggle, “Mhm, but you’re probably a close second for hugs though.”

He gasps dramatically, “And who would be your first?”


He shakes his head, flipping the both of you over so his body hovered over yours. His head dips down to your neck, peppering small kisses on your jaw before your eyes lock again.

“Take that back,” he growls playfully.

“And what if I don’t,” you challenge.

“Then I won’t give you a piggy back ride home,” he grins.

“Hey! That’s no fair, you wouldn’t do that…”

“Try me,” he smirks, hands situated by both sides of your waist.

You sigh, shaking your head and giving up. “Fine, you give the best hugs,” you grumble.

He smiles contently, “Good kitty.”

You blush furiously as the words slip out of his mouth and he does the same.

“D-did you just call me kitty?” you ask.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. It kind of just slipped out. I promise I won’t do that agai-“ he rambles but is cut off.

“No, no it’s okay. Kind of cute actually….but this stays between us…”

He nods frantically, rolling himself off of you and covering his face in embarrassment. You laugh, leaning on your side, pecking his cheek sweetly. Cupping his face in your small hands.

“You’re so adorable,” you smile, pinching his cheek softly.

He groans a little, feeling as if you were making fun of him. Pouting, he mumbles some incoherent words under his breath before pulling you fully to his side. Your giggles die down, and you find yourself staring up at the beautiful man holding you closely. The warm breeze picked up, rolling over you both with ease, a calm aura littering the area you lay on. Slowly, your eyes seem to flutter closed, after a couple of moments, you feel Harry’s chest vibrate as he laughs a little. Running a hand through your hair before sitting you both up.

He gets up from the ground, brushing himself off before reaching his hand out to you.

“C’mon love, let’s get you to bed,” he helps you up, turning around and beckoning you to jump on his back.

Carefully you situate your arms around his neck, jumping lightly up onto his back and wrapping your legs around his torso, sliding down to his hips. He smiles as you lay your head on his shoulder, gripping the underneath of your thighs as he walked on the path back to your home. He found comfort in the small puffs of air you breathed through your parted lips as you dozed off, the feeling of your heartbeat against his back and the warmth that radiated off of you. The moonlight shone a gleaming ray of light that highlighted your features perfectly, he always found himself getting lost in your beauty. He felt so lucky to have you all to himself.

He brought you both to your home with ease, opening your door and closing it lightly. He walked through your house, boots clicking on the floorboards. He made it to your bedroom, walking over to your bed and easing you off of him. Carefully, he pulls back your covers, and lays you in your bed. He slides the covers back up your body before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Stay with me please,” you mumble into his lips, opening your eyes sleepily.

He smiles softly, “Of course.”

He wastes no time in sliding under the covers with you after taking off his boots and other unnecessary garments. You latch yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his torso and stuffing your cheek against his back.

“Thank you for taking me out to see that,” you whisper.

“It was my pleasure Kitty.”

Originally posted by tmlnsn

Madness and Love
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Madness and Love

HI! I wrote a song about Emma and Julian in Cassandra Clare’s Lady Midnight!! Hope you guys dig it! I first started writing fandom songs because of the Shadowhunter books so aah. I’m really happy to post a new one :D

I’m following the light.
Under the waves of night,
drowning but somehow alive.

Please put the truth to sleep.
Time is our enemy.
How could your breath in my lungs destroy me?

Years of promises
traced across our skin.
Now the war begins.

Unravel years of our lives in seconds.
Pretend the madness and love can’t beckon me farther.
Desire strangles us and I can’t break free from it.

Sweet poison dripping from your confession.
One taste of you and now I’m addicted.
We’re broken, cut open by our weakness.

There’s moonlight in your veins
that scares the dark away.
Shining through the cracks of you
that only I could break.

Are you listening?
I’ll give you everything.
And that is why
I’ll close my eyes
to turn out all the lights.

I’ll follow you down
even if I drown
in the sea of you.

Unravel years of our lives in seconds.
Pretend the madness and love can’t beckon me farther.
Desire strangles us and I can’t break free from it.

Sweet poison dripping from your confession.
One taste of you and now I’m addicted.
We’re broken, cut open by our weakness.

Cutting the strings of fate
using the Angel’s blade.

I surrender.
Pull me under.
I will drown for your sake.

Unravel years of our lives in seconds.
Pretend the madness and love can’t beckon me farther.
Desire strangles us and I can’t break free from it.

Sweet poison dripping from your confession.
One taste of you and now I’m addicted.
We’re broken, cut open by our weakness.

I stood on the shoreline and the endless ocean seemed to beckon me with its lovely waves, pulling and enticing me to go further into its depths. 
“I’m so very lonely,” it whispered. “Won’t you come spend eternity with me?”
And it began making promises that only something with its power could keep and I finally understood why some people choose to walk into the sea and never look back. It made itself seem beautiful and pure, and as I took hesitant steps towards the water, I heard murmurs of encouragement in my ear. It was only until I was in chest deep and out much to far that it began to transform. Crystal blue waters changed to a murky green and the once friendly, gently waves turned frothy, ravenous and angry. I began to struggle but it did not matter how hard I fought; the secret laden sea had gotten a grip on my very soul and  had no intentions of letting me go. It had been in solitude for much to long. My head was beneath the waves. It was to late. I had been tricked and I was drowning
—  n.g. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #9