Melody Paige

LOGIC IN FANTAWORLD. I've always believed in logic. There always has to be a logical reason behind why something happens. It's what keeps me grounded, what keeps me sane.  Right now though, I can feel that same sanity fraying at the edges, threatening to collapse as my brain tries to work it's way around how a whole network of cities can suspend and thrive midair. How do you explain how a whole world is lit up without the sun or a light-producing planetary body. What is going on?! What the fu–?! The cities can't float through magnetism because they'll need huge magnets both above and beneath them, that's assuming the core of the cities are made of metal, unless it's using the sun's gravitational pull but there's no damn sun! Maybe– “Aurora"! A voice cries out.  I snap back into the very bizarre world that is now my reality. "Aurora! Look at me, breathe in, breathe out, follow my voice okay?” What's the lightness in my chest?...

The Secret Rebellion “Well then, trust me when I say this, Denise, my face will be the last thing you'll see.” He snarls in my face, and then he's leaving, his long legs eating up the space between the oak tree and the gate of the orchard.  I sigh, looking up at the tiny little stars, debating my life choices, like the day I found out about the supernatural in my alley when an elementalist sucked the very air out of the lungs of a shifter, and I ran towards them, instead of away. The day I decided to become one of them, and of all the supernaturals, I chose to be a Vampire because I liked Rebekah in The Originals. I'm quickly finding out that, try as it might, my reality will never change, no matter how much I alter it. “You did good,” His voice comes out of the darkness. And I scoff internally. For some reason, Damien still thinks I need his approval. “Yeah, and I got only a death threat. It's a good day today,” I lay the sarcasm on thick. “The Council will protect you...

HOME. Darkness and light couldn't be more different, But I found it hard to differentiate,  Because I was in the shadows of light,  Not quite in darkness. A slave to both realms.  All my life I thought I had a home in His kingdom. A daughter of Zion. Oh, how painful it was to realize,  I was the lukewarm fluid He planned to spew out of His mouth. It all started when I thought I could be His child,  Without actually believing in Him. Because "He loves me right? Right?" I pulled away, Drowning in the delusions isolation brought me. Church wasn't a priority and friends were naught.  "I'm okay" I told myself. "God is right here with me at home" A baseless assurance. This went on for years. I drifted aimlessly. No root. No home. Always feeling half empty. All my life I thought I had a home in His kingdom. A daughter of Zion. How painful it was to realize I was among the goats he plans to separate from the sheep.  I'm eternally grateful for the m...