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The first sign of madness Is voices in your head And not being able to differentiate From what it real or not there Ask any writer Where did this story come.
Happily together our song is sung, In the form of beautiful words upon paper To treasure and keep for years to come Never to be opened until much later.
Beautiful words Beautiful words I read, Stories is what I creed. Detailed and on edge, There the ones I think are the best. Romance so loveable and cute, My own life I shortly mute.
I walked along a busy street, An old man just sat and prayed. This man seemed wise and caring, I could see it in his gaze. He told the busy passers by The things he'd learnt and seen.
There was a growl within the forest, Such a hiss within those woods, And all the little girls in red, Did tighten up their hoods.
"Wot's a Dweam-catcher?" the little boy asked for what seemed like the umpteenth time in the past month. The old man chuckled. "Now haven't I told you this before?" he questioned Cole.
-Let's try this again, shall we?- "Many a year ago, there was a safe haven for thinkers and imaginers alike," the man started. "Books and manuscripts flooded from the city as the main export.
Little Red Riding Hood sat on a tuffet, Oh no, that's not right, that's Little Miss Muffet... Little Red Snow White, I'll blow your house down. No wait, that's the Bad Wolf - wrong side of town.
I learned...
I am in the 'prototype' phase of writing a story- its going to be a fantasy, and I have never written one before: I have always been inspired by knights and dragons and I'm rambling a bit, but what...
#nightdwellers This poem is dedicated to everyone on Opuss. We are the tellers of tales to save others from life's little wails. Enjoy.
Ok I'm going to make this quick and announce early as Im almost at my eek Final Destination Really enjoyed your entires some serious some made us laugh a lot.
It had been 2 full years since Nancy last saw her cousin Bob but not only was he her cousin, he invented the walnut. He was famous for this throughout the land.
#slinkingcat With all these wonderful challenges going around, I thought I'd try my hand at one of my own. No winners, no losers, no finishing date, just a little bit of fun.
Ok here it goes.
Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve. J. K. Rowling Death is just life's next big adventure. J. K. Rowling Failure means a stripping away of the inessential. J. K.
Imagine what would happen if Jack never met Rose, Or if in the Hundred Achre Woods rabbit never imposed. Imagine if good old Becks never came across his Vicky.
I've got a challenge for you. I love writing paranormal, but I love reading it more.
First of all, I just want to say thank you to all of my followers and to everyone who has read, liked, commented and reblogged my opusses. Your support makes writing even more enjoyable.
In a quiet little village, Down at England's heart, Lived a young called Vera Who felt like baking a .
We have all travelled across many lands to reach this place and each one of us has our own story to tell.
The darkness of night gives our thoughts flight. Whilst others dream, things aren't what they seem.
I'm proud of my contributions to Opuss, I'm proud of what I've learnt about myself and others... And I'm proud of how I've developed as a result.
Welcomed with a warm embrace Grandma sits with her bobbins making beautiful lace. I love listening to her stories of old to my own daughter these will soon be retold.