And what if, one day, you find yourself faced with a chance opportunity to revisit the past. The story that spreads across your skin, the ink marking the memory with each tattoo, faded but remains. And what if, you are presented with the same choices as before. Do you rewrite that chapter or do you leave the ending as is?
Copyright 2025
Zoey Sweete
It has been quite some time since I posted, but without further ado, I am saying hello from the other side. The other side of where you may ask. The right side of wrong, where everything has gone left. But that is the beautiful thing, there is no in-between there. You are either drowning in the abyss of your hell or reborn in its darkness, dusting off the ashes you rose from, realizing you finally found your way back.
During my MIA, I had a reality check that made me see my world from a completely different perspective. Rather odd how we see things more vividly when confronted by the thought of death, or in my case, my heart failing me. Now, with the world that surrounds me in chroma color, the clouds have cleared, and I have finally found those brilliant blue eyes to light my path once more.
Allowing forgiveness and restoring faith in the freedom that those brilliant blue eyes gave me. Knowing that regardless of how dark my soul can be, he will always take me anyway he can get me, loving me despite light or dark, chaos or peace. He will reflect the opposite of whatever I am and endure.
And on that path of the right side of wrong, and where everything has gone left, we found each other, once more in the madness of it all. That love just doesn't go anywhere, even when we do. It waits, silently, patiently, never straying, knowing that eventually we will find our way back from Hell to one another. And once more, there was the Spark and her Beast with wings. Existing only when together, and standing still when apart.
And from the depths of the darkest part of the cold empty abyss, I unleashed her and allowed her to consume every bit of my essence. She consumed every bit of my existence, rising from the ashes, reborn of darkness. I felt alive sparking my little black heart back to life. But my beautiful monster did not allow all or anything to be left undone or unsaid. Not only was the door open and ripped off the hinges, but so was I. I was angry at all that had been left by the ones who got there first and what I had become because of it.
~excerpt from current WIP~
Something wicked this way comes you say? If I were the reader, my question would be, "And what sort of adventure are you taking me on? Are we taking a long-awaited trip to the Draven dimensions or diving into the dark depths of the abyss?"
Oh, how long it's been since we found ourselves in the fiery pit of Tarrak or dream-walking with Damaskeos, doing what he does best to Draven. That road is still under construction for repairs and repaving. I want to ensure that its rebirth back into this world is written the way it should have always been. Seeing that I brought characters forth in book 3 that were scheduled for book 4, I have to rework my timeline. But be patient my dears, we will walk with the witch again.
However, plunging into the endless abyss and finally freeing all the darkness in those depths below, is the course I set sail on recently. I have also realized that sometimes all someone needs is another letting them know it's okay to not be okay. To give them a bit of hope when they have none. Knowing that someone somewhere else in this world has taken that journey allows us to feel less alone.
I have taken those roads less traveled, walking the overgrown path, feeling like I did not have a friend in the world. How beautiful it would have been to breathe a sigh of relief knowing there was someone else experiencing those things. That even with odds against them, survived the storm and made it ashore after all their torment.
Now, don't detour dear ones, because both adventures are going to require your presence. I must warn you, that is not the only something wicked I have coming your way. I have other destinations due to be explored and each one gives you insight into just who I am. There will also be frequent flights to being off the fucking chain and subjecting you to the constant crazy that keeps me entertained. I will share stories, telling my theories on the things that keep me awake at night.
There are parts of me I have never shared or disclosed, but just as the human mind fascinates me I would like to do the same for you. Allow you, dear ones, to finally get to know me-not just the woman who wears the mask of being Zoey Sweete. But the woman who went to Hell and Back to be full throttle free-me-Tabetha, Renee.
Strap in or strap on, but definitely buckle up, it's gonna be a helluva ride.
Shall I
Where do we begin to end this eternity? Where do we start to unravel our undoing? Where does the destruction end and salvation begin? Shall we set forth on freeing ourselves from this ugly outcome?
The constant outcome of our story that you keep sealing with your selfish satisfactions and my empty sacrifices. Shall we satisfy your selfish desires once more? Shall I sacrifice my soul, my spark to send you to the swallows of the swirls?
Shall you drown in the depths this time, or will I? Or shall I become the depths of the abyss and swallow you down, destroying what I created? Destroying the ever after of our eternity, ending the imprint of our existence, shall I?
Relentlessly Rebel Hearted A Dark Collection of Chaos and Control
Current Work in Progress
Lock and Key
I see you have found your way to the point of no return. Walked the wicked path, or hallway of Hell some might say, but one perspective to another is quite different, isn’t it? However, beware of the doorstep you darken and what you will see just beyond lock and key.
On the outside looking in, one perspective per se, the image before you of a beautiful disaster that sits silently, suffering internally, waiting for salvation, but brings forth her own damnation, and never moves past her own destruction. Locking herself away in this room, controlled by the chaos in her mind, but always waiting.
Although on the inside looking out, her perspective, on most occasions, is the whispers of dark waves, and wicked wings. Drowning in the depths below, surrounded by the cold comforts of the abyss, always waiting.
On those rare occurrences, the room is what remains when nothing else does and she talks as if it is her dearest friend. But whatever wrecked and wicked world has her, she forgets that she is the one who chose to remain in this room.
She stays the course rather than change direction, easier than realizing she is the one meant to save herself. So, she sits silently, in darkness, always waiting, lost in what was, what is, and what could be.
Copyright 2024 Zoey Sweete
