bryanie : Writing

Bathsheba

Bathsheba

A Stage Play by bryanie


“I despise you with my very soul and my very being for doing what you did and for bringing me here!” Is that too harsh? I don’t..
Supine

Supine

A Story by bryanie


The clock read 12:19 am as Jane leaned over to gingerly turn off her primary source of light, leaving the emerald green letters to burn into the dar..
Your Hands Are Cold

Your Hands Are Cold

A Story by bryanie


The girl awoke to a new smell, to a new light seeping in through the windows. Through the crimson curtains she could see the evergreens draped in w..
Filched Identity

Filched Identity

A Story by bryanie


It was here that I found the world dead, different than the city that lay so close by and yet both shared the same sky, the same sun and dark grey ..
Fall Away

Fall Away

A Poem by bryanie


Immortal glass heart of mine Fall away from me and shatter Be it this pain or my death This heart would choose the latter You spat on the fragm..
Ghost

Ghost

A Poem by bryanie


Thrust out pale bone as I fall into you The dancing shadows are a mask upon your face From here, from you, I did not seek warmth And yet from thi..
What Is Left

What Is Left

A Poem by bryanie


Fall not into despair, my love From brokenness we can only move on These chains that bind, this cold that freezes Is my light not enough to lead ..
In Dreams Of You

In Dreams Of You

A Poem by bryanie


How frozen my eyes are As you are not here any longer A quiet has settled now All I hear is the wind and the waves Mocking me in this supposed d..