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#opussweeklychallenge The spider smiled as the flies used her web as a ballroom, dancing a waltz and lost in the world they created to pretend they weren't her captives, now and forever.
Chapter 2: Gurks suggestion " Treth breath in and say Serge Mae ." Mareyea said. Then Treth repeated those words. His arm went back to normal no darkness no spikes. Yet he still had his strength.
High above me Lay a bird in wait It's eyes locked on something Sealing its fate The trees tower over me It's branches like fingers Reaching out to touch me A caution for anything that lingers The...
When Sofi had first been presented to the council she was fifteen and very new to her powers. The council had been cruel, even then, even in her magical infancy.
Chapter Thirty Three Love Kills Quickly and angrily,Gavin raced to the hospital. He was so nervous that he was sweating. He couldn't believe Serena didn't protect him. He was surely mad at her.
#nightdwellers I remember watching from afar, Mesmerised by the way... The man in red scarf moved, invisible, till darkness hid day.
Oh My Lord - these next few chapters are incredibly, mind-blowingly, heart-breakingly dramatic and important. •Chapter 24 - I Did It• •Kai• I sat and seethed. Silently.
Abigail Williams sat in the dark not even a candle piercing the shadows. The last witches would hang in the morning, she couldn't wait.
Dark Just dark Nothing but dark... Then light, flickering towards us A lamp of some sort.
(Inspired by Game of Thrones epi 4) I saw the Red Lady give birth to what she claimed was The Lord of light. But all that came from her womb was the immortal shadows of darkness and death.
A caped silhouette stands lonely in the night, All that see him murmur in fright. His sword is plunged into the ground, Still as a statue, makes no sound.
In a land of magic with faes and sprites,. Werewolves and vampires stalk through the night,. Witches and ghosts,. This land became the host,. To all things supernatural,.
I check my dress, yup all of the jewels are still sown in the hems. I hear people walking down the hallway. I close my eyes and fake sleep. The footsteps fade. Not the guards.
Alice fell into the hole, Tunnel hot as fire's coal, Burnt her skin to cinder red, Made her wish that she was dead.
She sat up. Her book was getting interesting, but she still had to wake up the next morning. School and all. She shook her hair out and ran her fingers quickly though it, stripping it of any knots.
"I took a breath. I pursed my lips. Tilted my head. Hands on my hips. "Did she say: 'Stay on the path, Or face the evil Wolfy's wrath'. "I can't remember, But who cares. Just one step...
#beginningline #nightdwellers He stepped silently out of the shadows like a spectre, his face ashen in the cold moonlight, the wind lifting the tails of his suit jacket and playing with strands of...
Toxic, black metal clashes with a dazzling, pewter sword. Glittering, sparks cascade to the rocky, jagged earth. The howling storm screams with tearing rage.
#nightdwellers #beginningline A week before the summer solstice, a fire crackling merrily in the hearth and hot chocolate in hand, she sat down upon the sofa.....it was snuggly and warm and she...
look up the meaning of Identity and it will say its a sense of self.
This is the story I have used for my GCSE Coursework: Narrative Writing. In a field of white, with nothing but a single set of footprints marring the sparkling blanket, was a young boy.
Curses are like death spooned into your mouth struggling to get it out. Two girls suffer there curse. One seeking sunlight the other killing nonstop during full moon wishing for peace.
A rose of red. My heart of blue. I am the snow queen. Tell me about you. I pray on little children. When they're all alone and scared. Then I make them my servants. My slaves so I'm prepared.