Blanzeflor

The Art of Refining Prose Many writers dread the editing process. Not only does it delay the showcase of prose, it can seem a tedious and painstaking task. Often, editing is more time-consuming than the initial writing and consequently, it is either ignored altogether or briefly indulged. This is a great shame. Sincere editing not only proves a pleasurable experience but invaluable to prose, as this is a wonderful opportunity to buff, polish and tighten the impact of one's writing. Some might argue that editing is not only unnecessary, but detrimental to the “raw concept” of one’s inspiration. The answer to this is simple: se

Witches are darkness Evil Black magick Untrustworthy Or at least That’s what they want you to think To blindly believe their lies Their naivety But they’re wrong Witches, painted in darkness Enshrouded in mystery Painted evil Given black magick Told as untrustworthy Yet we are the same As the rest of you We walk amongst you Mostly unnoticed Not given a second glance Not paid a second thought You say we don’t exist But open your eyes Look around you Thought we hide in darkness And cast in secret Thought we meet by moonlight And fear discovery Try as you may You cannot be rid of us We will endure We

There was no right or wrong in love. There were only beliefs and distrusts. It's going to be okay Even if we lose this foolish love of mine, it'll be okay "Kindness doesn't come with a repayment," His now vague voice echoed in my mind, and I felt tears stinging my eyes. He left me so many times, that sometimes I refused to believe I loved him. I refused to believe that my life depended on him. My life was rather lonely, but he came in a dashing way. He made me believe meeting him was an inevitable fate. He was always surprising, unexpected and passionate in ways. He could be shy sometimes, and when the blush came to his cheeks, I woul