Floor 998

The world unwinds inside of me.

Moon rising and chanting,

owls whispering in the hour of euphoria.

Eagles crowching and hunting,

Black doves drinking their own tears.

I hear the heartbeat of the beginning

beating a senseless,

motionless drum

to the sound and sight

of singing angels.

The world unwinds inside of me.

Ru stretches my hand

and extracts my boundless soul

in the name of serenity.

I’ve become a menonite in my own

euphoric utopia

while the mockingbirds sing their little love song.

Please pray for me

As I stand above 998

In the name of Ru begging me to enter

The shadow realm.

My soul, your soul,

who are we to console

as I’m about to take the final fall.

When I open my eyes

on the silent side,

would you be so kind

to not cry for my name

even though I might be a little untamed in my little frame.

I take my final steps into my own euphoria

leaving a utopia clustered

in a dyslexic dystopia.

My living breath has been dismembered

into the plateaued faceless scream

of the beast-less so called fearless creed.

My mind became a dynamite like a

harping mennonite

when it said 4.48 was the time to

harp on floor 998.

Say goodbye – I’ve finally sealed my fate.

Unathi Ndlelantle Ngada © 2019

The Mind of Terror

*Percy texting Sally*

Percy: There was a fire at school today.

Sally: Did you start it?

Zeus: I ask you to be respectful.

Percy: I politely decline.

*trying to get through a door on the Argo II*

Percy: after you

Jason: no, after you

Percy: oh I insist, after you-

*Nico shoves both of them aside*

Nico: no, after me.

Chiron: so you’re an impulsive, ADHD teenager?

Percy: I’m…not actually a teenager yet. I’m 12.

Chiron: Excellent, here’s a sword.

Percy: Did you hear about the Italian chef who died?

Percy: He pasta way.

Nico: I regret telling you my nationality.

This is your sign to go listen to the entirety of The Lightning Thief musical.

Percy: Is four followers a lot?

Annabeth: Depends.

Leo: On Instagram? No.

Nico: But in a dark alley? Yes.

frillylilfairy:

Valentine’s day storybooks for age regressor’s !!

“As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed. ”― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.

Today is my day on the blog tour for Misrule by Heather Walter!

The second part of the duology, I have been waiting for this second book for as long as I finished Malice the first book in this incredible pair of books! So I made a whole powerpoint presentation on just how good this book is!

You can find out more about Misrule here on Goodreads.

and you can preorder now here in the UK from all the sellers here.

Thanks again to Del Rey for the copy of this book!

Vee xo

The only things that change here are the seasons and the light

Morning pages