Archia : Writing

Past the Sun

Past the Sun

A Story by Archia


After a girl finds a beautiful garden she becomes curious as to what lays beyond the sea
Monotonous tis come

Monotonous tis come

A Poem by Archia


I can feel it beating in my ribs
A life by others

A life by others

A Story by Archia


I coud not see, I could not move. But I could hear
A useless drabble directed at YOU

A useless drabble directed at YOU

A Story by Archia


Just a pointless drabble (plus who knows what) you never know, you might learn something
Victoria

Victoria

A Poem by Archia


Victoria tis nice.
Dreamland

Dreamland

A Story by Archia


When given the choice to stay in a place where you can do anything, would you want to leave?
I, My, Our, The

I, My, Our, The

A Story by Archia


I will always be a dreamer.
I am a Rock

I am a Rock

A Story by Archia


Ever wondered what rocks think?
Infamous

Infamous

A Story by Archia


“Make a wish,” Betsy turned to me. “I wish I was famous.”
Life of a Flower

Life of a Flower

A Story by Archia


The flower wilted gracefully as the sun shadowed its way to dark, covering the wind-swept plains with a soft blanket. In the conformed field of darken..