Wednesday, June 4, 2014


A lady  I worked with tried to kill a moth and I stopped her, scooping the tiny thing into my hand gently and taking it outside. "It's just a moth," she said, with confusion in her eyes. I frowned at her; Moths had always been my favorite insect, with their fuzzy bodies and whimsical features. My automatic response was, "Moths are just butterflies of the night." I wrote a very short poem about it in my head that day and I thought I would share it on here.

Moths are just butterflies of the night;
dancing free on effervescent starlight.
Fuzzy and warm, purring,
With a fairy's dust upon their wings.
Moths kiss your nose, and they give you sweet dreams.

Thanks all,

Ashley D. Nichols
The Nocturnal Bablatrice

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

100 Themes Challenge- Day 1 [Introduction]

In the end, you are left with a mirror to stare yourself down, and only you will be truly able to describe what crawls around in the darkest subways of you soul. What monsters lie within you? How long can you keep their curdled whispers silent?

I was 28 when the darkness took my body for its own. As a human, I was a normal woman, smart and quiet; very unassuming. I liked to read and go to church; I even taught English at a Christian school. I still like to read... But the last time I went to church, I was in a velvet lined box with a Bible stinging my hands, my flaming hair tied in braids, my blue eyes supposedly closed forever.

Now, I'm everything I hated as a human and I couldn't be more happy. You'll never know my human name, dears, so sorry to say, but I will grace you with my name of choice. I go by, Sitana Delacroix, and some may say I'm a demon of sorts, others, a lost soul. But I know what I am as I ride down mountain trails on the back of my soot colored stallion, Paladin; I am Vampire! I am a ferocious and dark creature with more power within me than any sad mortal. I will live forever as I carve a bloody path through history. I am a goddess of the night, and I am free.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

100 Themes Challenge from Deviantart

So, I'm going to start the 100 Themes challenge today, and I'm going to try and write 1 a day save for a couple exceptions (like my wedding day).

Sorry for the casual-ness of the this post, just wanted to have the list of themes somewhere easy for me to find. Hope this finds you well!

1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Seeking Solace
6. Break Away
7. Heaven
8. Innocence
9. Drive
10. Breathe Again
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Questioning
17. Blood
18. Rainbow
19. Gray
20. Fortitude
21. Vacation
22. Mother Nature
23. Cat
24. No Time
25. Trouble Lurking
26. Tears
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Happiness
30. Under the Rain
31. Flowers
32. Night
33. Expectations
34. Stars
35. Hold My Hand
36. Precious Treasure
37. Eyes
38. Abandoned
39. Dreams
40. Rated
41. Teamwork
42. Standing Still
43. Dying
44. Two Roads
45. Illusion
46. Family
47. Creation
48. Childhood
49. Stripes
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Deep in Thought
53. Keeping a Secret
54. Tower
55. Waiting
56. Danger Ahead
57. Sacrifice
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Rejection
61. Fairy Tale
62. Magic
63. Do Not Disturb
64. Multitasking
65. Horror
66. Traps
67. Playing the Melody
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession
72. Mischief Managed
73. I Can't
74. Are You Challenging Me?
75. Mirror
76. Broken Pieces
77. Test
78. Drink
79. Starvation
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. Can You Hear Me?
83. Heal
84. Out Cold
85. Spiral
86. Seeing Red
87. Food
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle
91. Drowning
92. All That I Have
93. Give Up
94. Last Hope
95. Advertisement
96. In the Storm
97. Safety First
98. Puzzle
99. Solitude
100. Relaxation

Here goes nothing!

Friday, May 2, 2014

My Sweet Jasper

The blind crow calls into the howling wind. Unable to be heard; never will again.
He's a sad sight to see, my blind crow friend.
All wings and sadness; a melancholy air lays upon him.
I whisper to him, all my thoughts and my dreams.
He knows how it feels to have the world's weight upon his fragile shoulders.
My blind crow friend caws at me, consoling.
I understand and protect him; I will to the end.
Jasper is his name, my sad little friend.
Perspective, he thinks, as I cry into his feathers.
"Remember that Jasper once could see the night's twinkling stars."
Now there is only darkness, I think, with tears sparkling.
I can no longer cry that the day was trying, when some can not see the day at all.
Jasper cawed at me, the smart little bird,
and I knew that everything would be okay.

Jasper flew away that day.
I miss my tiny, sweet bird friend.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014


Oh, that stunned silence is so delicious.
I can taste it on my lips like bitter hatred and sour apples.
I'm no one to look at twice, but it'd be in your best interest to listen to me the first time,
Lest you be lashed by a razor tongue you didn't see coming.
Do my eyes decieve you?
Do you not see the cunning gears grinding away behind my eyes?
You misjudge and underestimate me, a final mistake.
"Just another dumb young girl."
I will not fall victim to someone who wishes to play a child's game with me.
My defenses are up.
I've found my prey, and when I strike, I strike to kill.
Dinner time.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014


       Her eyelashes were like spiders' legs and they danced against emerald reflecting pools when she looked at me. They were the color of absinthe and they made me feel just as intoxicated. With just a breeze, her scent filled the air and it made my mouth water; a scent like ginger and red wine. She was a lucious rose at the beginning of spring and I was going to pick her. As if she could sense my breath becoming shallow, she turned to me and smiled with mocking in her eyes. Licking her lips as she sauntered towards me, she knew she had caught me in her web.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Burning Up, Supernova

It itches beneath my skin, begging
Begging to break loose, burning fire
burning fire in the pit of my gut
I can trace the violent pink fear, in my veins
the fear in my veins
I can taste bitter sorrow
the bitter sorrow at the base of my skull
I'm trapped here & I can't seem to break free
Break free from thick anxiety, frustration
Frustration like a black tar in my brain
I hope I'm not stuck in this pit forever...


I wrote that while I was at work the other day. Needless to say, not the best place to work right now. I'll keep the details to myself since no one likes to hear work complaints. Oh well, at least I can get a little bit of writing inspiration while I'm working up a perspiration. I need some sleep. I haven't slept very much the last three days, and I feel like my body is collapsing in on itself.

More to come, soon. :)

Ashley D. Nichols
The Nocturnal Bablatrice