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Beautiful eyes, master of disguise. Manipulative & injecting lies. Wings open & ready for flight. White as snow, wings tipped red. Flying into the night, from inside out feathers bled.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all...
Sorry I haven't been posting a lot, but I've been staying with my Nain, who lives in a little village hidden somewhere in North Wales.
I have to get out of here, away from all the crowds of people. I need to escape to a safe place, for not only my safety, but for everybody around me as well.
Mould and reshape me Turn me into something I don't want to be Manipulating and sculpting Finish me off with a glum expression Tan me in your fiery furnace Leave me on the shelf with no...
I follow the path of the wolf, to be his strong left hand. Finding myself from pillar to post, my time often lost to demand. Still I follow in its footsteps, and they lead me were I tread.
Hey guys, I really hope you enjoy this. It's chapter 5, patch and Cassandra's date. Strange date but who cares. Chapter 5 Patch stood at the door with his mouth hanging open. I smiled, did he like it.
Since joining this superb and unique community I have noticed some changes in my life. Some are mysterious, some are a little odd. Here they are. 1.
I was once a normal girl, not any more. I'll tell u my story: It was Wednesday after school and I went to play in the woods and find some insects or something. But I found a lot more than that.
He came with love my knight, He put up a damn good fight. He went on missions so grave, He stood up for me so brave. He listened when I was so low, He prepared to take the blow.
It had been a strange day, I'd been feeling I couldn't trust anyone, or believe anything they said. I wanted to get away from everything, I was overwhelmed.
Hey guys, I'm sorry this chapter is so small, but please enjoy it. Chapter 3 I saw him again that night. My wolf. His sparkling eyes watched me as I pulled back the curtains.
Seems like a long time ago.. But I had intended to write stories.. Here's an early one #acorns #nightdwellers My senses are heightened. I feel their presence nearby, watching.
Full moon, in the silver night sky. Air silent & dry. Stars, falling, cry. In the horizon, falling stars fly. Glowing lights die, the moon shines bright. Catching eyes, the moon begins to melt.
The wolves are singing at my door. Shuddering down through my core. Lightning dancing down my back, Alpha, beta, the whole pack. The song is freedom, the song is life; Ripping through me like a knife.
Howling, singing, in disguise, Pain and suffering, under black skies. Full moon rising, blood on the ground, In the night, devoid of sound. Carnage minded, human no more, Naked on the forest floor.
She soared across the crystal-blue sky, gently flapping her golden glossy wings. Wind brushed the stray wisps of hair off of Cherie's face as she delecately dodged fluffy white clouds.
G'day Diary. I know I rant and rave about this every time I write an entry... But why did I get stuck with crappy GORILLA BOY. Even JJ got fracking 'Plant Powers'. Cool mojo. What do I get.
Three witches stand around the fire, Their ugliness is oh-so dire. One with hair fashioned from cat, Eyes intact and tail: cravat. One with eyeless pits of grey, Filled with mould and rank decay.
Colder and colder, my heart turns to ice, I transform from the old me, The me that was nice, Now my plans for world domination, Have been ruined by the people from a once friendly nation, My secret...
I started talking,. To a kitten,. Who really loves to write,. We talked about all sorts of things,. Then she gave me quite a fright,. Asked for my face,. I took a pic,. And sent it to her,.
When the clock strikes 12. You'll no longer be yourself. A true kiss of beauty. With a glow of light. Waiting for the clock to strike midnight. Potion to drink. Beauty masks within a blink.
The answer stood alone, blowing, a torn flag. The torn down soldier, bowing to her grace. An answer was found, a new beginning, a new stack. An engine was roaring, a new life spinning, a new face.
"Freya" I am woken by Luther. "Freya" I groan then turn away from him. "Freya, you need to see this." Luther whispers. "It's late, Luther, let me sleep" I sigh.