Heart-made Magickal Writings

•••Please DO NOT copy my writings or art. Thank you••• Chapter Four: A Morning to Remember “What time is it?” The dragon girl said. With a big yawn and her eyes still closed, she got up to look at the position of the sun. Walking over to where her hole in her tower usually is, but it wasn't there. Rubbing her eyes then opening them, “What is this? A window with different colors of glass?” The girl had never seen such a beautiful window in her life. She turned around to see the rest of the room. Right in front of her there was a beautiful golden luxury bed, and a huge bedroom and furniture to match. The girl had read about it in books at the eerie bookstore, but never thought she would see one. She thought, “This has to be a dream.” So, the dragon girl closed her eyes and pinched herself. But she still was in the gorgeous room. Suddenly, she heard a weird whispering sound coming from the round bedside table. She turned her head to see a card that wasn't there before,...

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•••Illustration above was done in highschool. I have to redo it soon••• Chapter 3 - The Rescue ~Please don't copy my writings. Thank you. The snow was falling fiercely, and the wind was blowing very fast. Cold as ever, mid-winter was definitely here in the Kingdom of Basiliska. King Scorp was looking through his window, still drunk from earlier, grumbling to himself. “I hate this time of season!” The queen walked through the bed chambers door, putting her heavy mink coat up on the spiked hangers. Ursa said with a tired groan, “pooky-kins why don't you come to bed, it's late.” Scorp was still looking outside his window. With a big sigh he said, “Honey, the night is still young, and the grandfather clock says it's only eight.” “Just come to bed!” Ursa replied with an angry voice. The king went into his bathroom, put on his pajamas and got ready for sleep. Walking back, the queen gasped, “what happened to your face?” Horrified by the site of him she said, “who ...

***Paul Algueseva iii and Me at 5 months old*** Imagine having a father, who was never there for you. Imagine a man who was so disgusting and crazy that he threw your own 3 month pregnant mother into the wall just because of a stupid alarm clock. Imagine a man who made a 5 thousand dollar bet against your own gender. Imagine a man who never cared that you even existed.... In the beginning of my life i thought my father was a very busy man. Going around the world saving the name of art. I always referred to him as ArtDad or ArtDaddy. He was a superhero in my eyes. My mother spoke nothing but great things about him until I could learn the truth. Yes, I was born from love, but my dad wasn't all that fond about continuing that same love afterwards. This is my lifes story about my father and how he left us when I was 9 months old. This story is also about how he treated others and myself along the road.  At age 6, I got news that my father would be coming into SA for a few d...

⬆️⬆️***Illustration Above Is Mine and was done after highschool***⬆️⬆️ ~Please DO NOT copy my writings or artwork. Thank you. Chapter Two: A Tower of Tears       When I awoke from my sleep, I was wishing that this life of mine was all just a bad dream. Hoping that I was going to wake-up in a nice soft bed with my parents beside me. Sadly, I was still in my freezing tower living a horrible life as a prisoner to the kingdom of Basiliskah. Ever since I was very small, I have always been in this place. And since then I've often wondered, “will I live this way for the rest of my life?" What seemed like minutes, was hours, I could tell by the position of the sun, and it was time for me to be let out. So, that I could get my table scraps and explore the castle. I waited for the guards to unlock the door.      Soon after one hour then became two, I started to shout repeatedly, “Guards let me out!” Thirty minutes past, and it was already almost three o'c...

⬆️***The Illustration Above IS Mine***⬆️ I came up with this fictional story in my Junior year of highschool. It's still a work in progress so bear with me folks. FYI, please DO NOT copy my work. Chapter One: Life as a Prisoner      Let me introduce myself, my name is, well... I really don't have a name. But anyway, I live in the tallest tower of an evil kingdom, where it's freezing and damp. However, it's nice to have a couple of good friends. Even though they might be mice, rats, pigeon's, bats and owls. But they do help me get through the day. Ever since I can remember, I've always had this weird gift where I can talk to these creatures, and they respond to me back. Kind of strange isn't it, talking to animals.            My furry friends and I share secrets, not to mention we keep each other out of trouble. All of us hate living in this tower. For example, the rats, and mice say they don't like the stone walls because they're ...

     ⬆️***Poster above is NOT mine***⬆️     What is Lupus? Lupus is a chronic, life-threatening, genetic, lifeshortening autoimmune disease. For unknown reasons, Lupus causes the immune system to attack the body's own tissue and organs, including the joints, kidneys, heart, lungs, brain, blood, or skin. The immune system normally protects the body against viruses, bacteria, and other foreign materials.       In an autoimmune disease like Lupus, the immune system loses its ability to tell the difference between foreign substances and its own cells and tissue. The immune system then makes antibodies fight against itself. Therefore attacking the body in which it's supposed to protect.       There is no cure, and a lot of people have it, mostly women. The doctors diagnosed me at age 11 with full blown out of remission Lupus they also discovered I had Fibromyalgia and Rheumatoid Arthritis(RA). Seven years later, I w...

  ⬆️***Illustration Above Is Not Mine***⬆️ WARNING : The following post has written details containing verbal abuse, emotional abuse, physical abuse and drug dealing. Those who are easily triggered please do not read this post.        I know every family has their flaws and no one is perfect. We all can choose our own paths to journey on, but I really wish that my sister had chose another than the one she took. My mother, as a young child was sexually molested by her own uncle, and I was verbally, emotional and physically abused by my older sister. Still towards this day I am very grateful she didn't molest me, like my great uncle Jack did to my mother, but still, she pretty much hurt me very bad on many levels. Although my sister was 11 years older than me, that, and she was from a different father, still gave her no right to do what she did.       In the first years of my life she was my protector, my nurse, my second mom a...

***FOR THE READERS INFORMATION, ALL POEMS AND PRAYERS ARE MINE. PLEASE DO NOT COPY THEM!!*** I'm Aware that I am Rare I'm aware that I am rare. Untouched, like the glistening diamond the grows hidden in the mountains that no man dares go near. Untamable, as the feral lioness who needs no such things as cages or masters. Unstoppable, like the wild fire that burns brightly throughout the moonlit sky. I will be who I want to be, never will I change for any soul. Yes, I'm aware that I am rare, but I am not the only one. I speak to all who are reading this. Be who you want to be, live for you, not for anyone else. Be that unique, untouched, untamable and unstoppable person. No matter who you are, or where you come from, you can achieve anything. Be that everlasting flame. Be that sparkling diamond. Be that wild and free lion/lioness, and most of all, believe that you can be all those things. Believe in yourself, believe you will become all who you wan...

                   The Chocolate Maiden       ***Illustration Above Is NOT Mine***      Once long ago, deep in the wild jungles of Mexico lived three tribes. Each tribe had abundance of everything, food, water, shelter. If one tribe did not have enough of one thing the others would graciously give them what they needed. They all looked out for each other. One dry season, food and water fell scarce, so all three tribes chiefs decided to send out their most trained foragers deep into the jungle. One of these skilled seekers was the princess of the Roja tribe. She was the most beautiful princess you would ever lay eyes upon.       She was also the most kindhearted and generous of all the royals in the land. The princess traveled with the other foragers for many days and nights until they came across an abundant plain of trees with large seeds. The princess saw these fruits and gr...