Hello,
My name is Kelsey. I am an amateur photographer, as well as an amateur painter. I also write quite a bit, and I have two pen names.
Amity Willows and Ella Star.
I’ve been taking pictures since I was very, very little, and writing since I can remember. Painting and drawing were both sporadic, and only now am I very serious about painting what I feel.
Passion is important, imagination is vital.
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The forest seemed to grasp at us, tripping us, ensnaring us in its branches. The farther we ran the denser it became, until our pace slowed to a desperate crawl.
The woman was clothed in a flowing green gown of the lightest material, pale and almost transparent, it clung to her skin like my tongue clung to the roof of my mouth.
You evaporated / Like hot breath / On cold air.
White lilies for peace, / Red roses for love…
Oh no, I’ve never been, / Down to the wild glen, / Where the red, red roses grow…
I growl at her, my tail stiffening, my back arching. She backs off, still laughing…