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Once, she had ruled every room she entered. Laughter followed her like music, mirrors adored her, and men stood a little straighter when she passed.
#internationalwomensday She was born a peasant girl in what is now eastern France.
Lonely lullaby lost in the tides of time, repeating itself to avoid the bottomless pit of oblivion, a black hole made of the sweetest memories and of lost hopes and abandoned wishes, slipped from...
Chapter 3 ~A King Fights in Battles~ Queen/King Camomile was in her study, telling her scribe what to write, when her assistant rushed inside the room, holding a scroll which...
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...
Emily was a beautiful soul, Holding her head, she was So lost though, a myriad of Pains and woes, confidences Crushing waves as she rides The rapids of her life, asking Why's and What's and...
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away........
Chapter 2 ~A King is Crowned~ The forest was extra humid on the day of the coronation.
Based on an old piece that I wrote called 'Red lilies'. I like the idea, but not the way I'd written it, so I decided to alter it, and write it again...
Elirios Alexis The dust swirled around me as I slowly took my gun out of its holster. "Be careful boys, she's got a gun" He laughed, sauntering forwards casually.
Hey guys let me know what you think and I'll add more. She elegantly scaled the wall. The mental institute couldn't hold her for long. Avery N landed on the dried out grass.
My heart rate was increasing madly, my palms were starting to sweat as my panicked eyes started to dark around the room.
Whispered shadows of things long gone, Tales of what could be. The secrets hidden under rocks And high up in the trees. With every step I take, I remember knights of old. Courage, justice, and...
(Turned out longer than expected and few swear words in it) The cold wind howled around around me, echoing eerily through the woods, like a pack of wolves on the hunt.
A princess is as she should be, With grace and charm abound.. Chin held high at every spree, Everyday a new look found.. Imprisoned in this identity, A girl with zeal resides..
"Nellie, Nellie. Nellie wake up!" Nellie groaned. It had been a typical night inboard the "Forbida Destiny"- working so late into the night that it was nearly morning. Of course, she wasn't tired.
They stood there just staring at each other for a while. "You've changed, Charlie" Anna commented in awe. His eyes, which had once been dull and full of pain, were now bright and shining.
This is a poem that define me as a outline.
"Dionys. Enter the Pit!" the Tertie Matriarch commanded. Pinai was already standing in the middle and gave Dionys a sarcastic smile as their eyes met.
Clipping up the last suspender, Shimmy down my Christmas dress, On the sleigh I jump tonight, Got gifts galore to be addressed.
She was woken up like she always was by the cockerels willing her awake. She would have to talk to Mrs Crick, the landlady about moving them, although they did provide her with a good alarm clock.
She sits, alone at the bar A dry martini in a crystal-cut glass Balanced between her slender fingers Which, in the hazy smoke of her cigarette Drip with diamonds that wink and glitter In the low...
She was dragged through the doors, her dagger still lying on the floor. There were men, all in navy uniforms, roaming the corridors and walking into cells.
I was there to witness. Candice’s inner princess. She wants the boys to notice. Her rainbows, and her ponnies. She was educated. But could not count to ten. How she got lots of different horses.