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#nightdwellers #beginningline The frosted grass cracked under foot as winter took hold on the night.
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#nightdwellers #beginningline The frosted grass cracked under foot as winter took hold on the night.
#beginningline The frosted grass cracked underfoot as winter took hold on the night. An incandescent ice on the trees, sparkled through their icing sugar coating.
#beginningline The frosted grass cracked underfoot as winter took a hold of the night. My hands were stiff with cold even though I was wearing gloves.
#nightdwellers #beginningline. The frosted grass cracked underfoot,. As winter took a hold of the night,. Santa appeared covered in soot,. Giving the reindeers such a fright,.
#nightdwellers #beginningline #withsomelibertiestaken The frosted grass Cracked underfoot As Winter took a hold On the Knight.
#beginningline #nightdwellers. The frosted grass cracked underfoot. As winter took a hold on the night. A viscous chill would shake my core. The air would take a bite.
The frosted grass cracked underfoot As winter took a hold on night The chilled air gave a heavy groan As shadows danced in the moonlight You took my hand and I took yours Walking slowly, glove in...
Firstly, I want to say a big thank you to everyone that entered - I genuinely enjoyed every piece and it was so hard to chose my favourite. Drumroll please... In 3rd place...
#nightdwellers #beginningline He stepped silently out of the shadows like a specter, his face ashen in the cold moonlight, the wind lifting the tails of his suit jacket and playing with strands of...
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 his thick, chestnut hair.
#nightdwellers #beginningline 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 the strands...
#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...
So far I've only had one entry for the #beginningline contest. Come on Opussians, I know you have got some great ideas.
#nightdwellers#beginningline 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...
After being so kindly chosen by @DataLore24 the #beginningline contest falls to me.
Thank you to everyone who entered this competition. These results might be a little early, but I'm not going to be able to get back onto Opuss until tomorrow, so here we go.
#beginningline #nightdwellers I apologize that this is so long. A week before the winter solstice, a fire crackling merrily in the hearth and hot chocolate in hand, she sat down upon the sofa.
#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...
A week before the winter solstice, a fire crackling merrily in the hearth and a hot chocolate in hand, she sat down upon the sofa and surveyed the festive scene before her.
As of right now, with about a day left for the competition, I've only received one entry. Anybody wishing to participate, please get your entries in to me as soon as possible.
#nightdwellers#beginningline A week before the winter solstice, A fire cracking merrily in the hearth and a hot chocolate in hand, she sat on the sofa.
#nightdwellers #beginningline I was stood frozen, facing the old ornate mirror, and too scared to open my eyes... That night had been a dark night, but it definitely wasn't stormy.
#nightdwellers#beginningline I was stood frozen, facing the old ornate mirror, and too scared to open my eyes.....
#nightdwellers#beginningline I was stood frozen, facing the old ornate mirror, and too scared to open my eyes.