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There is old memory in snow*,. Fox, pheasant, rabbit, and crow,. Footprints to the past, and forest magic revealed,. A world within a world, adults conceal,.
*inspired by a a place my dad told me to go whenever I felt sad Neverland is your home When you're there you are never alone It's your own personal space Nothing to it equates It's a place that you...
I was walking along the shore one day I picked up a rock and thew it away It fell in the ocean and sank all the way down Then I had a thought to throw in the rest of the ground I dug and I...
As I lie on the vast field of grass. I felt for the sun until it last. I stretched my arm and open my hand. Tried to reach the stars with fingers fanned. They seem to be out of reach.
"I still can't believe you're doing this." The first words out of Kyle's mouth the next day, and all I had heard him say since.
#adventchallenge A million baby snowmen, float gently to the ground; So innocent and magical, they make not a single sound.
Cocaine lips exhale frost. Twirling, her cloudy aura sends crystals delicately falling down to earth, like the white blossom strands of her pure white frosty hair.
#colour Warning: Grab a cushion. Get some tea. Get comfy. He'd found it. He stood transfixed by its beauty, so close, he could almost touch it.
On daisy roofs where faerie dance, And unicorns a look do chance, Over the toads and far to see, To a wonderland where magic be.
I watched the fairy lights dance. Twinkling with such a delight. How I longed to be among them, And romanced in the moon light. Dancing among their blinks And kissing in their small shines.
In the luscious summer garden Filled with trees and flowers Little Neely’s Dream Cat Played away the hours.
Eliza: Where are we Jack. Jackalice: A town called Alice Eliza: What's that. Jackalice: It's a place in my heart, deep down. A very lonely town. Eliza: Why here.
"What?" I gasped out, laughing and clutching my tea tightly so I wouldn't drop it. My neighbor, Kyle, just looked at me.
Hello my name is Welda. Im from Bolivia. I ran away and crossed through many Borders and into new, undiscovered Lands.
I hadn't noticed how dark it had gotten. That was unusual for me as me eyes were always very sharp and I would notice the tiniest of things no matter how normal.
Two wicked sisters were going to a boy's birthday bash. Their stepsister, Cindy, helped in every possible way: she varnished their nails, she tightened their corsets, she did their hair and makeup.
Ever since I was born I was fascinated by them. I loved the loud bangs and the way they shattered to a billion pieces. This year it was a billion and one... "Crystal. Crystal. Look up.
"Where is the beasts heart?" "he Hasn't one." they sAid stay away from the beast but curiosity, got the besT of me, always my downfall, lovIng the Fantasy unknown, chasing pocket wAtch...
Inside the chocolate mountains lived a mars bar named Marty. The chocolate mountain was quite chilly and ensured that Marty never risked melting himself.
Dream. Dream with your heart, Think. Think happy thoughts, Follow. Follow the North Star.
~Yet another spooky story; not mine~ ~Sorry this is a bit long~ Way back in the deep woods there lived a scrawny old woman who had a reputation for being the best conjuring woman in the Ozarks.
There's people on your windowsill,. Though their very small,. They hide in the flower pot,. Like their not there at all,. And all the little people,. Living in the pot,. Make burrows in the soil,.
In a fancy Paris restaurant, there is a magical wish-granting mirror. But it only grants wishes if you tell the truth -- if you lie, you disappear.
Of the many tender, gentle hearts that walk this earth there is one tenderer and gentler than all others.