Murder In The Fireplace
#household. Murder in the fireplace,. Darkened mind to keep your pace,. Craft the flames through sightless eyes,. Forge the fuse to spark the lies,. Murder in the fireplace,.
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#household. Murder in the fireplace,. Darkened mind to keep your pace,. Craft the flames through sightless eyes,. Forge the fuse to spark the lies,. Murder in the fireplace,.
~Ian~ "Anyone ever hear the saying death isn't forever?" Lei asked. "Um, no." Adam said. "I don't think thats a saying." "Yeah," Rich said, staring at her. She obviously reminded him too much of Leia.
A spirit. A ghost. Drifting as light. From body. From corpse. Up to the night. A ballad. A tune. From glimmering form. A life. A thought. But something to mourn. Just drifting. Just gliding.
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.
I fluttered my eyes open. Expecting to see a large pastel-colored bedroom in a mansion with a view of the Eiffel Tower and scents of fresh cinnamon rolls the chef had made rolling through the mansion.
#nightdwellers The mist creeps over the forest A quietness surrounds. The full moon is at its purest, lighting this sacred ground.
Feebi's POV: No, they promised her protection. Protection. They cant do this. Can they. No they cant. They know that if it is her then they are already on my death list. I let out a gasp.
(inspiration came back!) Engulfed in flames, Such a terrible face, Why is it in this place?. Yet this unholy thing calls my name. Shivering and shaking, I feel myself break into a hot sweat.
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.
Chapter 5 Out Of Character Emmet yawned happily, looking a lot like a cat at that moment and Logan found himself searching the bleachers for Alessandra's uniquely blonde hair. "Right...
I had a pretty good response to chapter one, so here I'd the next chapter. 4 months later Alice runs jokily into the black.
Can you hear it?.... Can you hear that sound.
"Cancelled?" She was shouting her HUGE mouth off. "What do you mean it has been cancelled?" The new girl was fumbling with the books in her hands and mumbling something that did not go down well.
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.
Standing alone in the wilderness, my breath turning to thin ice, I shiver in the cold, cautiously peering behind me, for the news I await.
Why on earth did I ever do this dare in the first place. God I can be sooo stupid sometimes. 'Do this dare an I promise to pay you. ' Urged Lucy, (nice name) then I asked how much, forty she told me.
I took a deep breath. This had to happen, no more hiding. The doorbell rang, it was Lilli. I took her by the hand and lead her to the balcony. "It's beautiful" she smiled.
We've seen you here, Once or twice. You don't seem angry, You seem quite nice. I see some sadness in your eyes, I sometimes think I hear your cries.
It was Sam's birthday, we had a huge birthday for him. There was quite a few people there, me, mum, Sam, his parents who where actually extremely nice, and about twenty ripple from school.
#nightdwellers Little white dress On a very little girl. Pearls on her ears, Showing with a twirl. As sweet as she is... There are many of her kind.
Anna I realised, after a few hours or so, that the receptionists injuries had been more severe than I'd thought.
A wisp of life, But not quite dead, No giggles of joy, No tears to be shed. A silent girl, Reserved and shy, She's had her chance, She doesn't want to die.
I had always been scolded by my mother when, as a small child, I would wander about the house on flights of fancy.
I whisper. But you can hear me if you choose. I lift the broken leaves. That steal beneath your shoes. 'It's just the wind,' you think. But you couldn't be more wrong. If you listen closely,.