E.V. Black > Writing | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community

20th July, Sunday, 1902 Dear Diary, Forgive me. I have not written in the longest time. Things have been…difficult. Two ..

A Harry Potter fan fiction.

There is a fire deep inside my soul.

I never thought I would be thinking in turquoise skies and fluffy, white clouds.

Beginning with the coolest breeze of air, leaves rain down upon the ground like a fresh spring shower.

Those dark, cosmic things crept through my mind, quiet alien intruders.

Riding feelings embrace my soul in their rugged arms.

Where do they, man or beast, coalesce into one another?

A hole as wide as the ocean encompasses the space behind my ribs.

Seconds melt in my mouth. Time burns throughout my mortal body.