Eirinn : Writing

The Intellectual.

The Intellectual.

A Poem by Eirinn


They tick and they tock As they swim through the crowd Floating in smoke. I remember once I saw them, Or I thought I did. They looked li..
The Town of Old Broken Things.

The Town of Old Broken Things.

A Poem by Eirinn


I've been trying to make it a habit of not let people know what I'm thinking much anymore,because I've realized the more blunt I become the less peopl..
Little Rose and the Ragdoll.

Little Rose and the Ragdoll.

A Story by Eirinn


There once was a child: a small girl, no greater than the age of 5. She was darling, a beauty. Pristine, pale blue eyes, and the most dazzlin..
Emotionless Pity.

Emotionless Pity.

A Poem by Eirinn


I saw you once, laying on the ground A thousand piecing sounds Surrounding the place As if banishing us both.But it must have been you. You must have ..
The Boy Who Cried Right.

The Boy Who Cried Right.

A Story by Eirinn


This story begins, like many do, in a far away town in a land somewhat unknown. The center of this tale is our hero, a little boy by the name of Nell..

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