Prince Charming
#beginningline. #nightdwellers. Her heart distorted frantically,. In the eerie night air,. She couldn't look away,. For the Prince held her stare,. In the misty night he stood,.
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#beginningline. #nightdwellers. Her heart distorted frantically,. In the eerie night air,. She couldn't look away,. For the Prince held her stare,. In the misty night he stood,.
Working on some more Twisted Tales so be prepared, also working on a short story here's a snippet of it, just a tease Twisted Tales: Aged 17 Chapter 1 She made her way down the well beaten path...
#RepostSunday #Acorns The longest hair in all the land, And all I want's a chop. Finely spun like purest gold, A woven, braided mop.
I knew it wasn't right from go, You when it's just like... That you know. Something's up but don't know what, Your brain is teasing, all it's got...
Sleeping Beauty Pricked her hand And know she's fast asleep. She loved a prince And it was grand, Until he made her weep. In a cottage In the woods, Her life was one big lie.
Late at night from the sea You can hear a lullaby There's a mermaid in the sea Who enchants with her singing In the castle on the hill Lives a prince but he's ill Every night with a...
Dear Beast I really don't know what went wrong You pushed me away ignoring my heart's love song Why did my true love kiss push you away. Couldn't you tell that I wanted to stay.
Cut out her heart, And feed me it, Then watch me: On my throne I'll sit. My hair is fine, As fine as her's, I'm wrapped in cloths, Expensive furs.
Dear Huntsman I know I shouldn't write Especially after you gave me that fright I know you said you can't be mine And there will be others standing in line But Huntsman I really tried To get you...
If I had a red riding hood That I wore every day Would I really be seen as good When I went out to play.
B elle was her name E very mans dream A lways wanting to read was her aim U nknown to her how life would change T rue love has no boundaries Y outhful looks a beauty so divine A beast by his...
#acrostic challenge T here were two lovers and one did depart, H e left her for the sea and his fortune and broke her heart.
The clock strikes twelve, With chimes and squeals, My eyes go wide, Time's on my heels. I run from him, My riches. Rags, The wide, blue skirt, Deflates and sags.
Innocence in a sad world. A silver streak in a dark cloud. Finding purpose to keep shining. Alone and fighting. The song you hear. Pain, loss and hate. Be sure she is not its singer. Friend or foe.
Lips as black as blackest coal, To contrast with my skin, Skeletal legs and bony arms, I've never been so thin.
I am a frog croak I am a bloke croak Kiss me quick croak And I'll be your prince croak Kiss me long croak And with you I'll belong croak Kiss me with tongues croak And we'll elope croak But leave me...
By Gemma Doyle So think a minute....
High above me Lay a bird in wait It's eyes locked on something Sealing its fate The trees tower over me It's branches like fingers Reaching out to touch me A caution for anything that lingers The...
Dear Mr Pig, We notice you've built a house of straw, You didn't ask permission, You didn't say what for, You didn't ring our office, You didn't write and so- Our Big Bad Wolf will be RIGHT ROUND To...
Once upon a time There was a pretty young girl Whose wore a hood of deepest red Like a rose petal, unfurled Or like blood, that richest red Bright against her ivory face She was a rose blessed with...
Banging at my window Howling at my door I will not let you in Despite your furore. I am not made of straw I am not made of twigs You cannot manipulate me For my house is made of bricks.
I fell in love with a promiscuous piper. Playing melodies just for my heart. With his whistles he hypnotised me... From his music I never wanted to part.
"I took a breath. I pursed my lips. Tilted my head. Hands on my hips. "Did she say: 'Stay on the path, Or face the evil Wolfy's wrath'. "I can't remember, But who cares. Just one step...
She leaned on her broom and said with a sigh: 'I'm so sick of chores and I wish time would fly.' But this was no fairytale, no good end came, Every day for poor Cinders, exactly the same.