Stories by Jill

  I am darkness. Darkness is me. Everyday, I tell myself, ‘Words revolve around me. They don’t break me down.’ Everyday, I laugh and smile. I let people see what they want. Even when their words cut me deep. Even when they throw words at me I feel like they’re tattooed on my skin. Even when I’m dying and they don’t take a hint.   I fight smiles for smiles. I smile to save me . I’m fighting me for me. Because this is my life. A whole lie, and I don’t know any other way to play it differently. I know it’s unhealthy, but I can’t help it. To keep my feelings all bottled up inside. Gatekeeping my own feelings; emotions. Oh, I am dying inside. I am burning myself alive. My mind is chaos. And it feels like my chest is about to explode. Like the world is frozen in time. Like everything is gone. Like I can’t breathe.   Every day, I play this game. My emotions - forever beguiling. “It’s just a matter of time,” I tell myself. And yet, I can’t seem to tell the world the truth. What r...

 When the Faerie Queen is out for blood ... danger lurks everywhere.        Wren Carezby has always lived with her uncle her whole life and had never heard a word from her parents before. Until one day, she brought the subject up. She finds out she is blood of the royal family. The catch: a royal family in a world nothing like the one she was living in right now.      Determined to learn more about her parents, she runs away and a search mission finds her in a forest. They bring her to the Grand Palace of Argonian, one of the most powerful kingdoms in the whole of the magical world, Grimshire. Wren discovers she has a sister who is queen and finds out that the all-powerful Faerie Queen, one who everyone fears, is on the run to destroy her sister her take over the throne as well as kill Wren herself. Wren quickly makes two friends who joined her in their quest to defeat Nicaea Valdis, however hard it takes. But not all things turn out as they ...

ONE MONTH AGO I was only one month old when the trauma begun. It all started when my mother, my older brother and I went running down a big patch of land, just playing and laughing about. It was a nice, breezy day, when I heard a roaring noise in the air.     'Did you hear that?' I asked worriedly.     'I sure did.' replied my brother.      My mother looked up into the sky. So did I. But there was nothing in sight. 'It must have been our imaginations.' my mother said, trying to sound cheerful, but it was pretty obvious she was just as worried as my brother and I were.     We decided to ignore the noise and continue our play in the field. Something that we shouldn't have done. If only we had been sensible and went home. If only we hadn't ignored the noise. If only, if only, if only…     But it was too late now.     The roar of the noise grew louder, louder and louder. But our laughs and conversations were all we could hear....