A taste of my writing
Welcome to a glimpse into my world of words. Here, you'll find a sample of my storytelling, crafted with mythical beings, folklore, and a touch of darkness and light. Take a moment to explore, and then, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Tell me what resonated with you, what you enjoyed, or what didn't quite click. Your feedback is invaluable as I continue to share my stories.
A Part Of My Riley Alexandra Book 1
One
As I sit in front, of this mirror I can’t help, but to look into my golden eyes with purple through them.
Yes, I know, it’s a little weird. But I’m not fully human, I’m a shape shifter. Tiger to be exact, see my father was a tiger, and well he ran away after he got my mother pregnant with me. However, he never told her, that he wasn’t human.
My long black hair with blue streaks, falls down with waves around my waist. My face with my light white skin, looking back at me. I can see my muscles, coming through my top. I stand at 5’8.
I turn eighteen in less than two weeks, and I can’t wait. Then school, ends in three months. Then I can leave this town, or pack. Well, this pack of a town, I should say. Mother, isn’t too happy with me. Even though she is human and yes, she can be with a shifter and all.
However, this is a pack of bears, and well I just don’t fit in here. They only let me stay, because I’m mother’s child and her husband lets me stay. He didn’t want to seem like the jerk of the pack with his brother being Alpha and all.
Stories for everyone
I hope to reach readers who appreciate mythical beings and folklore, those who can handle a good murder or crime story with a twist or two, and those who enjoy a balance of darkness and light. My stories are for anyone who loves to escape into different worlds and explore complex themes.
Darkness Within The Light
Chapter 2
I go and put on my painting clothes, headset in my ears, music up loud. Then I go to my art room and began to paint, I needed to clear my head. I now wonder if they will live or die, if I did the right thing or not. I can still throw my plan out the window, of these dark desires right now, just put this house up for sale and move on.
However, I just can’t. They never found the person that did this to us. I need to know who did it, the cops may have stopped looking. But now they’ll start again, hopefully. If not, then I won’t stop, until my family, as well as myself, have peace.
I’m dancing around my house, listing to my music. When I see that someone is at my front door. I walk for it, as I open my door I see the red and blue lights. There’s a cop standing there.
The Goddess And The Hunter
Chapter 3
Once they were inside.
“What is wrong with you? I can’t be around your family” Prim almost yells.
“I know that” Cyrus says. “I freaked out, she won’t leave me alone. She won’t get the point that her and I are, no more. Dulce is going to tell her mom, that I’m bringing my girlfriend. Her mom is going to tell mine. They’re going to expect you to be there.”
“What are you going to do? You’re going to tell them, that we broke up, that’s it.”
Cyrus’s phone starts to ring.
“Hello mom. I’m sorry mom.” Prim takes a seat, while Cyrus is on his phone. “I was going to bring her over, this weekend mom. Right mom, where is dad? I need to talk to him” Cyrus looks at Prim with sorry eyes. “Bye mom. I’m sorry, after you meet my parents, we can break it off.”
My shattered poem
I've chosen to showcase "My Shattered Poem" on this page. It's a deeply personal piece that reflects a time when I felt utterly broken. It's a story of resilience, vulnerability, and finding strength in the midst of pain. I hope it resonates with you and offers a glimpse into the emotions I strive to convey in my writing.
Shattered By: Samantha Leve
“I’m like a doll shattered
Torn apart
No one can pick me up
Or put me back together
My heart is missing the key element
Being a doll shattered
Apart
No one sees the real me
I hide
The real me
Under the shattered
Pieces
Why can’t you
Just see what
You need to see
Remove the shattered pieces
One by one
To reveal
What’s hidden underneath
I’m shattered apart
Nothing can stop
What ills me
I wanna be the doll
With no heart
Shattered
On the floor
Torn apart
No one can
Put me
Back together again
My shattered heart
Will never heal
This doll that
I don’t wanna be
Shattered no more
Just the doll
Without a heart
I’m just a doll
Without a heart.”
Shattered Book 1 The Need To Return Home
Autumn
About to start working, she felt a presence lurking around the room watching her. Was it what was messing around with her for no reason at all or was there a reason? Scared to turn around Autumn just started to type away too scared to even look behind her. Finally, she stopped, she had to get up out of that room, good thing she needed more coffee. This time when she had walked into the kitchen it still was as she left it, no surprises this time. Autumn made her coffee and left her cup on the kitchen counter, walked to the front door to lock it up, then headed back into the kitchen for her cup which was no longer on the counter it was on the table, once again she was like okay. Autumn didn’t pay no mind to it this time, she just blows it off like she did it, she just told herself that she was not going to let whatever was playing tricks with her mind win. Autumn just felt like if she acts like it wasn’t happening it would just go away.
While she was doing everything to avoid the basement, things down there were moving around going from one place to another, like it didn’t care for the way that things were set up down there. It wanted things set up its way, not Autumn’s other half’s way, she felt as if she wasn’t going to be down there then there was no point in her things down there. It was more his space than hers anyway, he spends a lot of time down there what he was doing though Autumn doesn’t know, she never asked. Just thought it had something to be doing with his work, besides that what could he really do down there?
Evoking emotion
My goal is to evoke a sense of connection and introspection in my readers. I want this page to spark curiosity, perhaps offer a moment of comfort, and most importantly, encourage you to reflect on the themes and emotions presented in my writing. Ultimately, I hope it leaves you with a desire to explore more of my stories.
Shattered The Need To Return Home Book 1
Ava
There was yelling coming from within the cell, it woke Amelia up, laying on the bed tossing and turning was Ava. “Ava wake up, Ava please wake up” she was yelling into the cell, then she grabbed the key from her neck and went into the cell, not thinking that there could be a chance that she could lose her life. However, at this point she just didn’t care she wanted to get in and wake Ava up. “Wake up sweetie, wake up” she said shaking her.
Ava jumped up fast, which made Amelia jump back, then Ava sat down on the bed and looked over at Amelia “sorry for scaring you” she said wiping her eyes “but omg Emma it felt so real, the dream I just had. I can’t believe it; I hate that damn dream.” Then she wiped the tears from her eyes more.
“Do you want to tell me about it? Maybe it will help you, if we talk about it, only if you want too though. Can I get you anything to eat or drink?”