After Your Hearts Desire Part 2
When you come to the hill You will see the oldest tree in this world Or any other world for that matter It's trunk is made of ancient bark with a strange colouring of burnt oka and bright...
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When you come to the hill You will see the oldest tree in this world Or any other world for that matter It's trunk is made of ancient bark with a strange colouring of burnt oka and bright...
Witches, Warlocks. Goblins, Ghosts. Dungeons, Dragons. And all other hosts. Of creatures of darkness. Who flit and who fly. Through thunder and lighting. And winds as they sigh.
I open the wardrobe, And feel around. Thick, furry coats, And a fluffy mound. I delve a little further, And feel a howling wind. Snow blows in my face, Awesome. I grinned.
A dragon is a noble creature,. Proud, strong and true,. Wings that stretch over mountains,. And eyes that shimmer like the moon,. A dragon is a wondrous beast,.
Ladies and gentleman let me present, A new kind of band that's so eagerly spent So much time trying to fill Your lives with wonder all at their own will Picture a land full of wonder and awe A place...
At the crack of dawn, Or the start of morn, You may hear the banshees call. Beware the sharp haul, Yet be not afraid, You are not who is to fade.
Beware the path of my dragon, As he tumbles from the sky, Loud and noisy as hell, No way he could be a spy, Oh no, not sneaky, Just blundering in with force, A torrent of fire to rain down, Anyone...
#household #nightdwellers (I had to type this twice because Opuss swallowed it the first time, so I damn well deserve to take it as a twofer.) Again, he sits by the window on another cloud scudded...
Chapter 2 The following morning had gone in a flash. It was a usual day at usual school. Although Jade didn't feel normal at all. She was still worrying about the night - before's episode.
You sat on the shore. And I stood on the cliff,. And we both were wondering,. Wondering if. You could live above water,. Or a tail I could grow. But then you swam away,. And I stood alone.
Bathing in the golden sun she sings her enticing song. Melodies so sweet that it turns the ocean's salt to sugar. The syrup sea laps on her silky skin while the harmonies chime for her mouth.
Black night, The mist sneaks and creeps and the ocean breeze blows strong In the background a sound seeps, a hypnotic and deadly song.
For those of you who like this it would be great to know if you like the way it ends or if you'd like for the story to continue after this.
#sixwords improv @eddie12309. Beastie swimming in the deepest lake,. Leather-green skin, neck like a snake,. Found a mirror on the beach left long ago,. "It's a magic mirror!" proclaimed Mr Crow,.
I woke up, and the vixen was gone. Without warning, she had simply left. No thank-you, no apology, nothing. I checked outside. No sign of her. I growled and kicked the tree in despair.
Herobrine kept running through the trees, groaning with exhaustion and disappointment. How could he have been so stupid. He had walked right into the invader's base, unnoticed.
The last banshee sung.
Together we run. She keeps up with ease. More than I expected. I'm beginning to like her. Always positive. Well, nearly always. I hold up my hand.
There was a young lady called Nic, Who's pet liked to play fetch with a stick. She'd throw it up high, & emerging from the sky, Was her dragon who didn't miss a trick.
I watched as the darkness shrouded the human. As it enclosed it, like a thick, inky fog. This gutter of spite, so seething with lime-green deception and with eyes and hearts as black as her deeds.
A double whammy, the rarest sight, Not a unicorn, no, please don't fright, He's blacker than the night, A true spirit of evil, yes, he'll bite.
#Phoenix Shadows decended over everything. Pine needles and twigs covered the dark path. A fog blanketed the floor and seeped upwards as if drifting into nothingness.
I bet there are things you do not know, About the beast that is white as snow, Yes, she has a horn upon her head, But also a mounting dislike of brown bread...
I felt like taking a break from soppy poems, and I've decided to ask all citizens of Opuss: 'Myth?' (Soz, I'm a bit obsessed with some of these animals, and I'm hoping to find that I'm not the only...