|Oh, how I miss the freedom of dance.|
Letters to HeavenDear Jesus,Letters to Heaven by MizzMoris
Mommy says I can talk to you when things are bad. Well I feel bad right now so I’m talking to you. Sometimes I’m so cold, but Mommy feels my forehead and says I’m too hot. Some days, when I play and chase my brother I get tired and he has to carry me to the couch. Daddy says you can do anything, even go all the way across the monkey bars! Can you make me feel better? I promise I wont bite Josh anymore. I’ll be extra good at church too.
Love, Emily Walters
I told Mommy that I prayed that you would make me feel good. It’s taking a long time. Mommy says that sometimes you get really busy because you have a whole world to save. That’s okay. I can wait. Kelly broke her arm so you should help her first. And maybe you could fix my cough?
Love, Emily Walters
At school they said Josh’s mom went to see you. I don’t understa
Non Entityamorous in bloodNon Entity by MizzMoris
jubilant in terror
Empty Cybernetic PenYear: 2075Empty Cybernetic Pen by MizzMoris
Location: 42.2814° N, 83.7483° W
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She sits to transcribe and she reaches for her screen
She pauses when it doesn’t respond
It’s important?//ERROR-cannot locate [?] function-//
She scans her desk Behind her screen unit she finds a dusty forgotten ink-filled cylinder
She can’t remember what it’s called
She knows it transcribes but she finds she can’t remember________how
—A cyborg incarcerated inside her human flesh
Bloody But UnbowedWar has a price. Leaders have to pay it.Bloody But Unbowed by MizzMoris
I scrubbed my hands over my face and pushed my hair off my forehead before I heaved myself up off the rotting log I’d been sitting on and stomped to where my second was briefing the next group of scouts. The previous group hadn’t returned yet, and they were late. Our watchmen, posted high in the trees stretching two miles in all directions around the camp, had never whistled to acknowledge that those men were even in our territory. That always meant one of three things: the scouts were dead, they were injured and dying, or they were captured, being tortured, and then killed.
Rhys saw me approaching and gave a quick nod before giving final orders to the two young men and one woman in front of him and sending them off. Together, we watched them march through our camp’s battered gate. As it closed behind them, Rhys grabbed my bicep and met my hard eyes with his own.
“We don’t know they’re dead,
ME: a cosplayer, a writer, a dancer, a dreamer and a future New York Times Best Seller-Hopefully hahaha. That's me. If you don't like it, that's not my problem. I am who I am. And that's all that matters.|
Current Residence: OC
Favourite genre of music: EVERYTHING
Operating System: Mac
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Personal Quote: I'm tired...