weathered things

When is it enough? When should we do something? When the boys that follow her to her classes Move from standing three inches away To shoving her against the wall? When the girl who claims A boy has been stalking her Ends up with a black eye Because he was sick Of her saying "no"? When is it enough? Isn't that enough? Isn't the brokenness of the victims, The mental harassment, The physical fear, enough? What people write off as flirting Sends a girl into a panic, Because one time She had accepted the flirting And was manipulated, And has that lesson Burned into her brain. When is it enough? What people consider as "boys being boys" Scars an eleven year old girl Who has been hit Because a male classmate Wanted to kiss her And she said no. And it's not just women. When is it enough? When does the boy who likes art And has been saying His classmates attacked him Ge

Before I begin, I'm going to warn that this post does talk about death and I delve deep into my mind. It's really a rambling way for me to express something and share my thoughts as they develop. My mind is quite a place, so if you are easily upset by the talk of death and such I suggest you don't read this. Ode To Death I was so content You, always there. Me, always accepting. My constant companion since childhood. I met you with confusion With the wonder and fear of a child Looking at a cobra Equally fascinated and terrified By the long fangs that dripped venom. I grew up alongside you. Be it the birds outside, My failed attempts at pet fish, Or my great-grandfather. You became a constant appearance, And I became content with that. People are confused Once they learn of my familiarity, Of my content, With death. I never noticed the unusual relationship that we shared. Until you struck my school. A clas

I struggle with this thing where I have eight things I want to do, but I can't. Like, I want to write a musical/play/one act, I want to continue Sleipnir, I want to act, I want to start a YouTube Channel, and I want to start a podcast. But this is okay, I think. I have so many avenues I can go down, I can do so many things and reach people in so many ways. But yeah. This is just a quick thing I wrote because I'm so busy and I don't have time to make a proper post. I'll have one next week, I promise. ~Olivia Ann Do you guys struggle with this? What do you want to do? Do you have any advice on how to get over this/decide what to do?

I was inspired to do a flash fiction story (since I've never done one before) by Katie Grace's story she did a while ago called  The Creature's Piping Song. Flash Fiction is a short-story of sorts. However, it must be under 1,000 words. It's a great way to break up a writing routine that is too monotonous, or if you just want to write something but don't want to commit to a novel. This one is based off a nursery rhyme (because I like taking those and exploiting them to their darkest extent). I am even thinking of doing a series of novels or a collection of flash fiction like this based off nursery rhymes. They're actually quite terrifying if you look at them in the right light. So, warning: This is a little dark. It's dark and death and yeah. So read if you're okay with that, but if you're not, just don't read it. The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout Down came the rain and washed the spider out Out came t

For those of you who have seen BBC Sherlock, you understand what I'm talking about. For those of you who didn't, allow me to explain before I get into all the metaphors and poetic confusing stuff. Mike Stamford is this guy. He was friends with John Watson at St. Bartholomew's Hospital back when they were studying to be doctors. Stamford is a teacher at Bart's now, and John is an ex-army doctor. They ran into each other in London when Watson came back from war. They got talking about how hard it is to find a flat in London, and Stamford went "you know, I met another guy today who is having the same problem. Maybe you two could be flatmates." That other guy was Sherlock. And thus Stamford initiated one of the most famous bromances, partnerships, friendships etc. to exist. Now back to my point. Loads of people think that they're useless. They have no purpose. That they're just here to eat cake and wear band/fandom merch and pet