Mary Shaw Poem Novels & Stories

“A scout. Testing.” Ava felt the shard pulse. The presence inside her surged, eager, pressing against her ribs. Her vision swam silver. Take it, it whispered. Take it back. She dug her nails into her palm. “No,” she whispered aloud. Silas heard her. “Stay with me,” he said again. The shape shivered, chains rattling. Then it slowly backed into the mist and was gone. The wolves exhaled in a low, collective growl. Mara lowered her bow. “We don’t linger.”

Simon's long legs swiftly closed the distance between them. "Ms. Shaw, you don't look well. That won't do. You're the star of today's party, after all. If someone sees you like this, they might think something truly awful has happened to you!"

you are such a fool to even day dream about such impossible things, fortune scolded herself and felt like hitting her head to the wall cause of her stupidity, she even thought that they would be together, foolish girl. It so happened that alot of people congratulated Mr and Mrs Williams on their daughter's good results most of who were family members. They held a small party to celebrate their daughter's success. Mrs Shaw who was Mr Williams sister never for one second wanted to attend the party, she had no choice but to put up a fake smile and show up. Her husband literally dragged her here saying that she must not behave nefarious even to her own brother's daughter. Seeing that some relat

Shirley heard the girl calling her mom, but she turned a deaf ear to it, since she had no memory of them. “Yeah, she really is the goddess of beauty herself, and she’s standing right here, unable to remember who she is, who her husband is and who her beautiful daughters are. Shirley’s face dropped momentarily. “I’m really sorry David. I can’t imagine how much pain you are going through right now. Pain of having someone, especially your wife not being able to remember you. I’m really sorry…. If this is true, I’m sure by tomorrow it will all be fine.”

The shards lay scattered and forgotten on the ground and worry was written on both Jasper and Hannah's countenances. "This journey, one that seeks answers, one that has yielded bonds now seems to come to close. And where hearts have united will be the light shining through the dark, bringing home. This surrender will bring the end of servitude.go home. The evil one lies in wait, staying close, one to the other. Go home, find your way. Precious bright lights, be the way." Martha's pallor had grown ashen and Hannah held onto both her hands to give warmth, for her hands had grown cold as ice, cold to touch.

Just understanding. Then Ren took the stage, sharing a new sketch-poem titled “Almost Said.” The words danced across the page, a visual representation of the thoughts that had never been spoken. Maris followed, sharing a letter she once tore up and then pieced together like a mosaic. Each piece was a fragment of her heart, carefully assembled into a whole.

He spoke in a whisper, his words blurring together into a strange, heavy melody that made the air in the alley feel thick. "You had ice cream with Yolande," Shaw murmured, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from Maria's forehead. "It was a good afternoon. You talked about prom. You laughed. Then, the cold air made you dizzy. You dropped your ice cream because your hands were cold. Yolande’s friend gave her a ride home because she had a headache. You walked back to your car alone. You feel calm. You feel tired. You're ready to go home." Maria’s head rolled back slightly against the brick. She blinked twice, the glassiness slowly clearing from her eyes, replaced by a heavy,