Nicole Johnson

  • Liebster Award

    Liebster Award

    In my 5 years of blogging, I have never been given an award for simply blogging. It is a great honor to be recognized by the cyber world for doing what I love to do, so thank you J.C FitzDerick for the extra pep to my step today. The Liebster…

  • eagle eye 

    Quivering lips with tears not yet shed. She stands upon the mountain as her legs dangle over the ledge.  Her head fills with words worth a thousand winds.  Chin raised to the sky, absorbing the sun’s rays.  Something inside shattered as she neared the earth’s crest.  One swift movement and there…

  • Star gazer

    We keep slipping further. My body feels pain no longer. A little liquid courage for the road. We cross into the depth of the outer worlds of my mind. You don’t need to bother. I don’t need to breathe. We will keep gliding further into the sea. Tides rising only…

  • Be back in 50

    When I rise, we rise. When I fall, we fall like dominos. A single tear slips past the gates, displayed a ripple in our neatly woven establishment. We were once happy, weren’t we?

  • Maze runner

    The cold has set in. Our breaths rise a mere octave. You know what they want. We run through the labyrinth. Our backs against the wall. No where to run. Eyes darting left and right, where do we go from here?

  • Deja vu

    I lay awake from a dead sleep with this ashen-look upon my face. It couldn’t be true. How could I say good-bye to you? I’ve mentally prepared myself for the day the shoe fell from the sky. My brain neglected to inform my heart this time. I saw this scene…

  • Raise the flag

    I will hold my head high. I refuse to allow you to see me cry. The emotions will burn a hole through me before I allow another victory. One swift tear is all it took to break me. You stood idol and watched me shatter. All I ever wanted was…

  • Gemini

    It all became clear. The very moment the words were uttered. It was a ruse, a masked tale of two faces. You love me. You hate me. You want to kill me. Nothing is worse than a battle inside one’s mind. We’ve loved. We’ve fought. We’ve made up. One single-paled…

  • Until dawn 

    This pounding within my chest,  An outrage that shall not rest.  Pixilated images of stones thrown to Juliette’s moonlit shadow.  Dawn has risen as the owl zones in on its final  mouse.   A drum goes off and my heart beats swiftly.  An anger of ill-importance that’s never received due process. 

  • Sneak peak : Book 2 on the rise

         It has been a few months since my dad and I moved from the east coast. I wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen when I moved here, or if I would like it. I had gotten used to the hostility of the people in the city…