How It All Started ------ The Swallow
Million pieces of glamour faded under the moonlight, Thousands of memories gone like a gust of wind, Both the oppressed and oppressors vanished into the long lost corridor of the past, It is up to me...
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Million pieces of glamour faded under the moonlight, Thousands of memories gone like a gust of wind, Both the oppressed and oppressors vanished into the long lost corridor of the past, It is up to me...
When the day is over And you've let off all your steam Dinner, TV, time for bed To sleep, perchance to dream Dreams may come in any form Many allegories Any subject that you like Different...
Prologue: Deep in the shadow filled cave a great monstet lay slumbering, its chest rising and falling with each long drawn out breath.
I watched as the lean, muscular wolf sprinted in the direction of the howl and sighed. Up on the hill, figures were moving around the tent that I had fell from.
Oh is a pleasant word We use it quite alot In a sentence or a single word "Oh" in suprisement, dissappionted, sad "Oh my goodnees" or "Oh my God" Oh oh oh We use it more than we thought.
Hades had separated Orpheus and Eurydice for many of years until Orpheus' death.
The tent behind me gave way as I leant backwards and I tumbled down, legs sticking in the air, halfway in and halfway out of the tent.
Her royal Highness, Princess Leila of house Halmeuth, gazed wistfully as the raindrops fell across the glass scattering the coloured design into a boastful array of beauty. In disgust she turned away.
Prologue Mountain ranges circle the perimeter of the town peaked with white snow that shimmers under the sun.
I stared at her. A voice called from outside; "Isadora!" "That'll be my mother. Got to go. See you round?" She asked. "Um... Yeah, okay." I watched as she left through the flap in the tent.
It was so... Colourful. I had no true memories of my past life, but all of the swirled images that invaded my thoughts every so often, were black and white.
A dark, foul taste filled my mouth. I didn't know what was going to happen but I knew it wasn't going to be good. Nightshade, nightshade. Why could I remember nothing else.
I vanquished the last dragon. The village was tormented. Houses burned and crops would not grow in the blasted ground. The domestic animals had been turned to ash. People were starving.
By the Princess's point of view... One day i was walking alone in the spring field, finally alone, no guards, no dad, no mom, everything is perfect... Gathering flowers, colorful and firm...
I blinked; where did the light come from. I tipped my head towards the cave mouth and was greeted with warm splashes of sunlight streaming through the cracks in the rocks.
The Horx had been talked about for seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Centuries. The people living in the town of Cole spoke of nothing else. It was so valued and respected.
Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow. Meow meow meow meow(: what didn't you know. Cats don't speak English!. (;.
They stand there. Masks on, ready for battle. The horn is blown and 'WAR' is declared by all. The Gods are there, protecting their children. This is no ordinary war, oh no.
Taboo “I never wanted to come here in the first place!” roared Iris, as she burst into her substitute bedroom in a wild rage, slamming the door behind her with such vigour; the fragile cottage...
I was awoken the next morning after a good night's sleep by my félix, Buttons. He was a large wildcat, rescued from certain death in one of my very first missions.
I ran into Jesus at the corner bistro the other day; either it was him, or "Hair" was doing a revival.
The first time Gina set eyes on James, she wanted to throttle him. An overwhelming sense of unexpected hatred engulfed her: hot, white rage. Rage like she'd never felt before.
As always LOVE to hear what you think, please comment. ************************************ I felt like I needed to sit down, my legs were suddenly weary. Was that possible here.
Rhyical's eyes were nearly as bright as planet Urea in the summer months. Sparkling aqua with hints of lavender. But they were slowly dying like the rest of us. I knew he would want me to carry on.