A New Beginning.
#nightdwellers #beginningline I stand upon the edge of knowing, the possibilities are vast and wide. Yet after years of searching, from the truth why do I feel I want to hide.
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#nightdwellers #beginningline I stand upon the edge of knowing, the possibilities are vast and wide. Yet after years of searching, from the truth why do I feel I want to hide.
So later in the year was the anual talent show. You kinda get where this is going, right.
She awoke feeling different. Like her soul had sold Making her skin soft, And her heart solid gold Her sighs echoed. Her breathing deep. Chapped lips And crooked feet.
Chapter 1: demonic guardian Treth ran down the hill deep in the forest of guardival he was tracking a massive deer rumored to be able to feed a village for a year.
1630 Once there was a little acorn. It hung, waiting, on a tree. Life was dull. Then one day, a large, furry, gray animal came and stuck the poor acorn in its mouth.
Treading new ground. Stepping. Toeing the future. Seeking pastures new, letting go of products glueing one to the spot.
Now it's time to slip away, Not become one of those, For only dead can live forever, Its an oxymoron I know, For I have been attacked, By a creature of the night, And soon I will become one, It...
No longer will I. Fall for life's grand illusions. No longer a victim. Nor a clown nor a fool. I'll be the one. With the tricks up his sleeve. The one with black magic. Who makes all the rules.
"I promise I've learned my lesson this time and this isn't just my feelings playing on repeat.
The pear tree Stands tall Silver bark, Flaking from its Gnarled branches "Pluck a pear" It whispers "And I will Heal your soul" It hushes My heart was So broken, I felt That I needed healing.
She has blue eyes. And long blonde hair. But in her heart. She climbs up. Rainbow stairs. That lead to a mystery land. In her pretty head. She said. Stop looking at me. There is nothing to see.
"Listen to me!" The scientist's voice was sharp and crazed, his blue eyes the color of a poison dart frog. His white hair stuck up in all directions, and his face was jaundiced and sinking in.
Crickets and fireflies, I once knew whose eyes I saw.
We hadn't been walking long before a light came into view. The sight of it excited me. The thought of shelter brought warmth to me but, of course, there wasn't shelter. It was just a campfire.
Once upon a time There was a pretty young girl Whose wore a hood of deepest red Like a rose petal, unfurled Or like blood, that richest red Bright against her ivory face She was a rose blessed with...
My roots are engraved under the sand. My black petals are ready to expand. Leaves are reaching up to the sun. A desert rose with the universe I become one. When the wind blows.
I stepped into the room. It was full of impending doom. The wolves watched me. Licking their lips, the vampires did too. There was nothing I could do. There was a look in their eyes as if they knew.
The big bad wolf was huge. He didn't seem like a normal wolf, he didn't seem like the others, but he was bigger, much bigger. His black fur looked thin and wiry and I couldn't actually see his eyes.
#tittybiscuits (Inspired by Lindsey Stirling violin Dubstep- elements) The music played through me, Like the wind was with my hair. Nothing is the same anymore, But who really cares.
The Phoenix dances across the sky, blazing the atmosphere with fire brighter than the Northern Lights, rays of molten gold in the night.
A tropical, island-scented breeze,. Caressed upon the mellow seas,. Alive with blue-green emerald waves,. Which crashed upon the bejewelled caves,. Upon the island thrived, exotic and lush,.
#adventchallenge Shards of icy, crystalline teeth, Biting down, in a reflective wreath. Kaleidoscopic strands of blood, Stained colourless in the icy flood.
Have you ever been a storm bird. A high flyer, too high to catch. A low blower, A razer to the ground. I have been a storm bird. Delight in my lightning Cower at my thunder.
Shimmering, ruby towers circle into the gleaming, gold heavens. Glistening, diamond waterfalls cascade over glittering, scarlet rock. A majestic land of peace shines in the dazzling, amber sunlight.