A Painted Love

I’ve been staring at a sunset sky
All the wonder just fills my eyes

Milly was sitting in her studio in the wee hours of the early morning in the Scottish hillside. Slow, steady, easy strokes on the canvas. Pigment upon pigment as she washed the once pure canvas alive with swirls and spirals. Milly looked out the window facing the sunrise, drawing the page from her eyes to her mid back onto the canvas. The work of the Father always inspired her to try and copy it onto the paper cloth.

Everything inside of me is bursting out
I believe the same one who paints the clouds

She breathed softly, not wishing to disturb her sleeping younger brother behind her. She stopped painting for a moment to look back at his stuffy, dirty, peaceful face. He had insisted he would help his big sister paint her pictures to sell, but he always slept instead. They were orphans and Milly, as the older sister, painted for a living. She sighed. She softly prayed to the Father that her gifts would lightened the burden, but still felt like it was enough.

Is the one who turned my life around
You’ve given me a melody, a song to sing

But it wasn’t always this way for them, inside a small cabin with most of what they needed just to get by. Milly and Travis, her little brother, used to live in the street of the small Scottish town not far from their cabin home. For 3 years, they had to feed themselves with the food on the ground and scraps leftover in taverns. It was one day when Milly went inside the church with some coal and paper and began to draw on the floor that the priest found her. Milly believed that the Father had led her there and now here she was, painting for her livelihood.

You’re not looking at where I’ve been
You’re not looking at what I’ve done

Milly still remembered what she had been before that miraculous afternoon. She and Travis had been afraid that the Father would reject them because of what had happened to them. But the priest told them that if you were truly sorry and came to Him broken and ready for Him, He would never turn away.

You’re taking me as I am
It’s a beautiful love, beautiful love

Travis had been crying, he was too young to understand at the time, but Milly felt tears fill her hazel orbs. She had thanked the priest and he led them through a prayer to which they become members of the church. Milly felt so free, oddly enough, that afterwards she went to the local square, sat by the fountain and began to paint on the cobblestone streets.

All You give, I’m gonna give it to all I see
‘Cause what I’m seeing is You in me
It’s a beautiful love, beautiful love

Milly learned that the Father had given the ability to paint for a reason and she didn’t waste time. Travis asked her what he could do and she told him to ask the herbalist to give him some pigments. Travis returned in about 30 minutes with a bag and the herbalist following. The following events seemed to blur together to her now. The sun stuck her eyes now. She moved her stool and took up her brush again. “What a beautiful scene.” Travis stirred in his sleep and Milly smiled at her finished painting, a sunrise with two children staring into the large Scottish sky.


Shattered Emotions

( Hey y’all! This is a steampunk song-fic! This is my first, the song is Shatter Me by Lindsey Stirling. I highly advise you all check it out. Enjoy and Faith Out!)



I pirouette in the dark.


I see the stars through a mirror



Jarred heard it all from below and inside in the clock tower. He flew over the floor on his steam-powered skates attached to his metal feet. He stopped at the West clock face, looking down at the Victorian-steampunk London streets. He pressed a broke and boiled hand on the glass, wishing himself down there. It was hard to find time though, being The Time Keeper.

Tired mechanical heart

He was hidden up the famous Big Ben clock tower in London. He had been chosen at school to stay in tall, ornate tower to tend to it due to his genius with fixing gears. But it felt like a boring routine now.

beats t’ill the song disappears

Morning, wake up. Check the gears. Oil self. Rewind the wires. Overview lower workings. Day in and day out. The same thing and at night he powered down. It wasn’t easy being an android so close to other mechanical workings.

If only the clockwork could speak

Jarred rarely had visitors to the upper or lower working of Big Ben, so he would often just talk to himself or to the ever-rotating gears and wheels of the tower. But they never talked back, just kept on with their hissing and squeaking as they did their purpose.

I wouldn’t be so alone

Jarred was alone. He often tried to blame the feeling for “something’s wrong with rector scale again” or “I don’t feel anything.” But he knew that he was faking himself out. Jarred often wished someone, anyone, would join him in the Tower. Even for a day, just so he wouldn’t be alone.

We’d burn every magnet and spring

Jarred would often dream of one or two people he would see pass on the street below as he worked away in the dark residing he held. He could imagine leaving the Tower and joining his old school friends in their android antics in the streets or plays. Jarred often smirked at the thought.

And spiral into the unknown

He remembered very little of the outside world since he was given the title Time Keeper after only 30 days of his existence. The thought of leaving thrilled him, but yet it terrified him too. True he loved fixing any mechanical, but that was all he ever really knew.

Somebody shine a light

However, once every month, durning the night, he could swear he heard someone else enter the Tower. He was always powered off so he was never sure, but when he woke the next morning, that person had left something of the outside London that he never seen before. It was like a beacon to him, calling him down…..

I’m frozen by the fear in me

….But the same fear whispers in his ears and he always discard the little trinket into a basket in his corner. His gear-like green eyes would often have a sad tint to them as he went back to work. How could he overcome this fear?

Somebody make me feel alive and shatter me

But one time, there was a note next to the mini pocket watch one morning. Jarred frowned and knelt his bronze knees down to pick it up. He opened the stiff and sweet-smelling paper to reveal beautiful lettering.

Don’t give up yet. Break free. Follow your gears.

So cut me from the line.

Jarred was stunned. He was never allowed any communication with the outside world, but now that line had been crossed. Who wrote it? What did they want? Questions buzzed through Jarred’s wheels and bolts. “What now?” He realized what time it was and felt his steamboots moving against his will towards the main Tower’s system.

Dizzy, spinning endlessly

He realized that he had almost re-programed himself into his routine. In order to break out, he had to fight himself. He was tired of the same old Tower and now was his chance.

If I break the glass, then I’ll have to fly.

“Now or never?” Jarred froze. He was fighting hard, knowing once out he couldn’t turn back. Once his system changed, there was no reverting to it again.

There’s no one to catch me if I take a dive.

No one was ever there for him. It was always only him. He had to change, he wanted to meet the person who had given him this strength in his bolts.

I’m scared of change, but don’t dare stay the same.

All his life, however long it was, He had been held back by his little knowledge of the world, but yet thats what drove him now. He couldn’t stay the same, not anymore.

The world is spinning, but only in rain.

The world moved on, why couldn’t he? If the world turned and changed seasons, why couldn’t he find a new job? A new life outside the dark and dismal tower? He kept Time and yet it always slipped away form him. It was his time to chase it.

Shatter me!

He brought his arms down on the board and clicked. His program was terminated and he breathed freely. He gasped and ran down the steps, hope filling his metal chest. He flung off his gloves and apron, revealing a forest green vest and long black pants underneath. He burst out the door into the sunlight and people stopped and stared at the young android staring back at them. His hair and goggles were in disarray, but one girl with brown gear eyes and black and blue hair skated up on her boots. “Welcome to London Jarred Gears.” Jarred grinned. His emotions shattered and he embraced the girl who had brought him light to break free.

Somebody make me feel alive and shatter me!


The Quirky Tales of Faye, Queenie & Company.

(Hello all! Hope you are enjoying all my stories, poems and just everything! Here is your Quirky Tales fix of the day! Faith Out!)

Episode 4: New Doors

The quartet was laughing, drinking coffee and talking loudly as they walked down the street back to the Tower. It had been two weeks since the Bleached Auto incident and the city was back to its normal bustling self. Pietro and Gene had introduced Fay and Queenie to the Avengers and now they were all on their way to becoming Agents.

Gene wrapped an arm around Queenie to which she blushed. Fay laughed and flitted above the ground, causing sparkling dust to cover everyone. Pietro laughed and brushed the dust out of his hair, only to succeed in getting more in. “Sorry Pietro, the more you rub the more you rub it in.” Gene and Queenie oohed as Pietro frowned. He grabbed Fay by her waist and brought her down.

“Race you guys there!” He speed off with Fay in his arms, leaving Gene and Queenie to sigh. “Go after them?”

“Sure, why not?” Gene replied and off they went. People moved out of the way for a blue blur, a bounding jackal and snowboarder on the sidewalk. They shook their heads, they were used to the four teens doing their antics on a mid-winters day.

Gene and Queenie finally reached the doors of the Tower to meet Pietro and Fay waiting. “What took you so-ow!” Pietro rubbed the back of his head which had been slapped by the floating fairy next to him. “Now don’t go rubbing it in. That’s rude and un-sportsmanlike.” However, she winked and him and flew over to hug her best friend.

Gene and Pietro shook their heads as Queenie and Fay embraced. “We will go ahead inside. We have to help with dinner.” They nodded and walked through the doors to be greeted by JARVIS.

Fay giggled and Queenie smirked. “Shall we head to the field?” The half-jackal asked her flying friend. fay laughed, brown orbs twinkling. “Of course! Let’s go!” And with that off they went, the wind to their backs and faces to the South. Soon, they had passed the outskirts of the city and were bounding into the flower field where they had started their adventures.

Breathing heavily, the two flopped down on the wet grass looking up at the azure sky. Queenie pulled out a paddle and started to hit the ball on the wooden spoon the make up for the silence. Fay grinned and sat up, pulling out a small wooden pipe. She brought it up to her lips and was about to blow when light surrounded them both. Fay jumped up followed by Queenie, ears and tail on end.

A symbol had appeared on the ground and light was breaking from it. “Hold on! It might be-“ A loud whooshing sound cut off Fay’s voice, but not her outreached hand. Queenie jumped and caught as somehow the ground opened up and they fell in. Fay struggled to beat her wings, but it was if they had weights on them. Queenie griped her friend as they fell…..down……down…. into another unknown.

They fell through the darkness until light surrounded them once more and they hit the ground, hard. Fay groaned and rubbed her head only to discover a knob there. “Say, Queenie?” She trend to glance at her friend only to see Queenie looking…different. She now had orange ears and tail, longer claws and fangs more prominent. Her clothes consisted of a black top iwht an orange paws and the word “Cori” in bold orange lettering. Her hands had leather gloves and she wore long black pants with brown ad orange thigh boots.

Queenie blinked at her outfit, but when she saw her friend she jumped. “uhhhh immmmm Fay. You might want to look at yourself.” Fay frowned. “Why……” she looked down at a puddle nearby and gasped at her reflection……

Two long horns protruded her fair dark locks, which was now black. The horns were much like Maleficent’s. her brown orbs now flashed red and she too had fangs. A green scale-like amour plate covered her upper body. It cover the top part of her arms and underneath, her skin now had scales of a purple color. She wore dark blue, scaly pants and had no shoes, instead scaly feet took place of the chain sandals she once wore. She spread her wings to find them large black wings of a dragon along with a long, slim tail.

They stared at each in pure shock. “We’re monsters!”

CWM’s Writings

Hey y’all! With TPS I attended a Creative Writers Meeting in December and I want to share with you all what I wrote. There is a short story and three poems. Hope you like and please comment down below if you enjoyed them. Thank you and Faith Out!


Black Snow:

Raven ran. She didn’t stop even though the cold wind bit her flushed cheeks. Shouts and hate-filled yells towered behind her. Her crisp ivy eyes were stark against her ebony locks which she brushed out her pale visage. She passed by the tall oaks and huge trunks which seemed black against the blinding white snow. Oh Jake, where are you when I need your comforting and protecting arms?

She always were an outcast among the villagers, her gothic appearance appalled them and she was very quiet. Now, they were trying to drive her out, saying she had evil intentions and was a witch due to her looks and actions. True, I’m odd. But I would never….. She tripped and fell onto the powdery snow, but quickly scrambled up. She had to keep running. She had to or she would die by their dirty, greedy hands. Until she reached the mist. They would never dare go in there. It’s a risk, but only until Jake and Melissa find me again. I’m an outcast and I have to use my skills to survive against them.

Raven stopped at the edge. A lone bird call broke the heavy silence as she stared into the silver promising mist before her. Her dress whipped around her slim legs and the shouts that had been faint grew louder. She slowly turned to face them, the wind picking up her short bangs.They all saw her confident grin as they slowed and halted.

“ She wouldn’t dare….” they murmured among themselves. She glanced at them once more, pain and hope filled her green iris.

Fools, they can never outwit me or Jake or Melissa. We are too smart and skilled in the ways of the forest. Try if they might, we will win. She heard soft footsteps from behind the hazy veil and exhaled. She stepped forward then vanished behind the fog.

It was all like a dream. Leaving the village behind. Raven felt a small voice urging her to go back, but it was snuffed out as a new hope arose in her. She stumbled her way through the haze until the pale cold sunlight broke through the dead branches. Raven stopped to catch her breath. The seemingly cold, lifeless forest now showed her pale, peeping eyes at the dark, shivering teen.

Raven slid down to the ground and wrapped her thin, black-sleeved arms around her bony knees wrapped in dark lacy fabric. Raven heard running footsteps and knew Jake and Melissa had arrived. A new life huh? That’s what we promised each other so long ago. Raven inhaled and stood as a boy and girl her age came into view. They stop and silence fell over them. They just stood there, smiling at each other. Children of the Dark Forest.


Moonlight Choice:

A pure being, a gleaming girl walks alone
Her rabbit hopped behind her as the pale light shone
She walked in the wet grass, following the rough wall
Her whole attire was white, she looked like a doll
She stopped at a sudden brook and bent to see
A gateway with another moon beckoning to a new country
She stood so still, one would see a statue’s grace
Her heart and her rabbit were both in a chase
A choice to make, a new journey to start
A new approach and world would soon leave her an impart



A Hidden Home:

The streets I walk are hard under my feet
I briskly walk down towards home, almost to a beat
Shouts and cries ring out from the street sides
I cover my ears and bolt, wishing to be at my fireside.
Suddenly, I spot a temporary safe place, a man beckons me
I take a seat as he offers me a drink and paper, with an aura of glee
The French books and newspaper are all landed up front
I lose myself in the hot drink and a book, the bury street now distant
Suddenly, I am jerked back by my phone’s buzz and I see the time
I rush up and generously tip him, thanking him for the pastime
Now when I pass by there, I stop and flash him a smile
His cheerful self and his talks always make stopping by worthwhile
It’s now my safe-haven on the strange way home
The streets seem to be lighter and I no longer roam
It’s odd how such a tiny and unknown place can be a comfort
I now see why I love the vendor, it’s an island amongst the desert.


A Chance Encounter:

I remain silent, hidden in my room, darkness
People come and knock and I never answer, pain
My mom is frantic, my dad is concerned, loneliness
My sister is sad, my bro is mad, neglect
I look in the mirror and remember, shackles
“I’ll never by lovely, why even try?” doubt
They told me I was hideous and ugly, lies
Could I ever have someone love me? never
I smash my mirror and tear at myself, despair
Suddenly, a window opens and light fills my room, light
A hand reaches for mine and he smiles, comfort
He jumps in and I feel like I’m dreaming, befriended
He grabs me and whispers, I’ll take you for a fly
I gasp as I know this voice, I’ll make you believe you are lovely
He takes me upon his wings and soars, freedom
He shows me my true self and friends, confidence
I now gaze at the mirror and remember his words, truth
He always is there and stays with me, forever
I put up my mirror and smile at the image, hope

The Quirky Tales of Faye, Queenie & Company.

Episode 3: New Discoveries.

The calm city street corner was now in an uproar. People were running down the south road, desperately trying to get away from the unknown cause. Pietro, Gene, Queenie and Faye all looked at each other, eyes set hard. “Please excuse us!” Queenie exclaimed and the girls ran out. Gene reached out, but Pietro held him back. “Come on. We have work to do.” Pietro ran off, vanishing for a moment and then returning. He wore a blue and silver suit and had a different suit in his hands. “Come on, Tony didn’t see me.” He dragged out the last statement, waving the suit. A grin spread across Gene’s face. “Let’s go!” They both ran out the door and down the street. Time for work.

Meanwhile, the girls ran against the current of people trying to find an alleyway. Queen’s keen nose caught the scent of a harsh, sharp, almost toxic smell. “It reeks of some sort of cleaning product Faye!” She shouted covering her poor nose. Faye covered her mouth to cover a small smile, but then pointed to their left. “There! Go there!” Queenie saw the alley and dove to her side as faye weaved her way through the hectic see of panicked faces. Queenie gasped when she collapsed onto the alley street and Faye popped out. “We survived! I’m not trampled!” Queenie said with a dramatic flare.

Faye sighed and giggled. “Yes, we are alive and now we have to transform!” She stood up quickly and walked deeper into the dark street. Queenie sighed, rolled up and followed. They both stopped when they were about 15 feet away from the open road. Faye nodded and Queenie flashed a fanged grin. “Transform!” they both shouted. Light surrounded them both and they jumped up. Faye’s clothes were reverted into a red one-shoulder tunic with matching gloves and knee high boots. her jeans were changed into green tights with vines wrapping around her thighs. A pair of clear, sparkling wings appeared on her back and dust created a mirage mask on her fair face. “Faye!” she shouted, striking her finishing pose.

Queenie’s blue converse were exchanged for a darker boots, top and gray pants. Her brown tail and cat ears appeared and her claws were charged with electricity. “Jackal!” she exclaimed. The two now heroines looked over their outfits. “Ahhh these never get old.” Jackal purred out. Faye fluttered her wings. “Yes, but we need to hurry now!” Jackal snapped out of her pleasure and started climbing up the brick walls. Faye flew up and alongside Jackal as they headed up the street. The stench of toxic smells grew stronger and Jackal sneezed. “I know, it’s….” they both stopped at the edge of a cooperation building. Their gaze flew to the square below.

A middle-aged woman wearing a white one suit and a huge tank on her back was spraying a clear liquid onto the street. “I am Bleached Auto! I will cleanse this world of the wrongs and misused.” A cackle broke out from her thin lips. Faye cringed and Queenie covered her nose. “It is bleach. Gross.” Queenie groaned, but then saw two other figures near the woman. “Hey look! Isn’t that Pietro and Gene?!?!” Faye looked down and gasped. Sure enough, Pietro and Gene were down there. “But, they are dressed diff-“ They both froze. Gene fired ice from his hands to create a barrier around the spreading toxic liquid. Pietro was zipping around moving people away from the area. They are superheroes too!