Avery Stone

You know, as an adult, I remember telling my sister, "she isn't your friend you know". I had been referring to one of the girls at our work. You see, my sister and I used to work at the same office job, and she used to be really close to one of the girls there. I didn't know the girl well, I actually didn't know anyone at the office well. It wasn't because I had only just commenced working there, it was because I was so far removed from work life that I saw it only as a polite thing to know at lest the peoples names. It sounds strange if you feel the same as I did back then, but that was how I looked at it. They weren't my friends, I wasn't theirs. It was work, and that's it. There isn't any reason why I should do anything other then my own work. I shouldn't need to talk to anyone. I don't need to ask how they were. This was pretty much how I felt in school as well. I was only there to do my job. So you could imagine why I said ...

The narrow bricked walls held the screams of a young child whose life fell into the darkness never to be relived. And the blood splatted all over a soulless man’s long coat stained the man’s sins into the fabric of his clothing. It didn’t matter, however, the man could just fabricate another coat exactly the same as the other. What did matter was that a human had seen his sins and was standing still near a wall with a blue bottle held loosely in his hand, its colour matching his wide blue eyes. The boy’s lips parted as if to voice his objection to the soulless man’s pointless killing. But what would a boy of eighteen know about pointless killing? When he barely understood what he had seen? The soulless man’s grunt of annoyance filled the darkness, he didn’t need this. He had a job to do, killing held the utmost importance when it came to his job and he didn’t need a human boy following him around, trying to figure out why the man had kill an innocent child in cold blood. And he k...

My Words are not bounded by pity Nor are they foundations of guilt They take on other forms Sunlight under sheets  As flowery as they are They cannot be recognized as much There nearness is catastrophic Almost microscopic in its haste Bland, first of granite, They want you to panic And panic you will For the truth, wouldn't you

We all live in a reality we cannot hide from  ~ Ivy Winter

Jealousy Erodes Love ~ Ivy Winter

Saviour's Salvage Destruction ~ Ivy Winter

The South air blew across the still river, carting with it, the defined smell of salt. Close to freezing to death, Snowy walked along hurriedly across Milton Bridge, which was built of stones. Others would have found it odd, a stone bridge built in the middle of a city, of which everything was built so stylishly, that no one seemed to cross the bridge, and instead chose to avoided it. Many people thought of as a statue, only there to impress tourist. But that wasn't why Milton Bridge was never used, or never used by   humans.  It was simply because of its magical use. It was a portal into a world in which was unknown to many. As Snowy passed, a young boy on a bike he hit an invisible wall and slipped through a door. The force, left the young boy on the bike stunned, however the boy soon snapped out of his shock and kept on peddling down the last few meters of Milton Bridge, shaking he’s head and whispering something about watching too many movies. This was what it ...

My words only reach the ears of the deaf, and the eyes of the blind.  Ivy Winter

You don't sleep at night You don't sleep during the day You love firelight,  You can't stay away You miss loved ones,  You wish they could stay You play with their minds, What did they say? You don'e eat dinner You think you're an flesh eater You love to lie, You do it all the time But when someone words you wrong You step out of line You can't paint the pictures But you can read their minds  - Avery Stone