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Lampton still held my hand and led the way past the bed of hay beside the wall. Remedy followed behind us, her head resting on my back.
#description (sort of, sorry got carried away) I awoke from my sleep rubbing my eyes, the sun was shining but it was a much brighter glow than I'd ever noticed before.
I sniff the air, ears pricked up in alarm. Emris sits on the chair in the corner, head in hands, muttering to himself. He reeks of worry. "You've got to stop doing this, Arwen. Stop... Transforming.
Curling tentacles of lashing scarlet flame crackle in the searing fire. smoke twists in choking clouds into the chilly ink black night.
#emotion #terror #taleofterror With shaking hands, Ahmed guides the key into the lock, opens the peeling door, and stumbles into the small, musty hotel room.
Trees close, comforting green,. Dripping with rain, a given sheen,. Scattered among the canopy,. Are little fairies held in captivity,. Behind lanterns made of glass,.
By day, I was a farmer's girl, Working on the land, By night, though, I was different, But they'd never understand...
Cinderella scrubbed the walls and made the table shine,. She cleaned and cleaned her very best until there was no grime,. Then, one Spring day, she heard the news,. There was to be a ball,.
Tip-toeing pixie, Down witchy wood, Wandering about, Just 'cause she could, Trying to steal, A magic little frog, Under a disguise, Of a fat stinky hog, Not just any frog, The prince with a...
#TheOpussTale These are dark times- the old Queen has been dead for almost a month now and Lord Soren is not pleased. I’m not too thrilled either, as his messenger, the man’s a psychopath.
Knights and dragons. Fire and towers. Princess is locked away. Past the meadow filled of flowers. Long blonde and fair. Let down your hair. Here comes the prince. To save her from her fate.
20/05/12 We're on the move again, and Storm's leg has healed up so I can ride her. You know, thinking about it, this has been the first time I've ridden a horse. According to Charlie, I'm a natural.
Not quite sure whether this is any good, but I had an idea and had to put it onto paper.
It was thirty years ago or more that the terrifying White Queen of Narnia turned me to stone.
@Gazplend gave me a challenge. I watched this man, I sat quite far away. It was a nice summer day So I sat and watched. This little old lady, Fed the hungry birds.
"Oh no I'm late" he said As he had just woke up in bed.
The candle creates shadows that dance around me, taunting me, tormenting me. The ropes that bind me itch and when I look over to my wrists I see a red rash blooming and twirling round my arm.
#Phoenix Shadows decended over everything. Pine needles and twigs covered the dark path. A fog blanketed the floor and seeped upwards as if drifting into nothingness.
Through rolling hills a topaz stream wanders, I have no map to show me the contours. I felt free, my curse has been lifted, my dragon had been released but had not left me.
The Sugar of Averin ~~~~~~~1~~~~~~~ Twilight was walking through the forest when she saw a cat with orange fur and green eyes.
Chapter 12 Fortis's hair turned from dirt to soft after I washed it and I felt proud of it.
I was awoken by the soft pattering of rain on my fur. A inquisitive hare came and tapped me on the nose. It's dark fur reminded me of Isadora. I let out a wolfish sob. Isadora.
I awoke in a dark room, lit only by small beeswax candles that smelt faintly of honey. The smoke was thick, soup like even and it made my throat burn, filling my lungs and mouth, dulling my senses.
All day long I must stay here And how the wind does sigh When it sees my tears fall It whispers do not cry...