by Hannah Carmichael | Nov 4, 2016 | Poetry
She lives in someone’s locket Alone and tucked away She wishes they would stop it And she wishes she could stay Inside of someone’s locket So pain would not quite hurt She wouldn’t have to watch it As people all left her But someone pried it open The...
by Hannah Carmichael | Apr 21, 2016 | Short Stories
It was his very first spring; he was a young sprout and that day started out perfectly… Blade looked up at the breathtaking sky. Beautiful, hardly a cloud covering its perfect canvas. “Isn’t it a nice day?” he asked his brother, Root who stood tall by his side. “Yeah,...