Lost In Nowhere
Part 4 "What are you doing up so early?" says Tristan stretching and coming out of the tent.
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Part 4 "What are you doing up so early?" says Tristan stretching and coming out of the tent.
#nightdwellers. Deliciously drinking the night air,. A true beast of this darkened lair,. Crimson blood,. Bodies left in the mud,. Great head raised to the stars,.
As you glide past my head, I wonder... What is it like, To be an owl. To have all the world, Under your watchful eye. To glide silently, a ghost.
Part 4 People scream and scatter in different directions while the guns fire. Somebody drags me away and I scream trying get out of their grasp.
Its 11:57pm and all I can hear is John somewhere in the dark in front of me, mumbling about how we made it just in time.
#HOUSEHOLD The hills are sharp and coarsely sandy, rocks like brown and broken teeth. The mornings warm, the climb demanding. Walking often where it's steep.
The woods were dark and dank. Huge pine trees speared into the air everywhere you looked. The floor was coated in spiky pine needles making it uncomfy to sit or lie on.
Chapter 7 "What is this?" I ask him about where he got this lovely sandwich.
In the dark woods there it was. It is dangerous, it is hiding from us. The moon is out. We will hear it, there is no doubt. It's big and runs fast and it's very good.
He was a practical hunter. Living off the earth loner. Far away from the touristy tracks. Deep into the forest he built traps. A local ancient tribe of cannibals. Are his nearest kind of neighbours.
Padding along silently, I move through my realm as a ghost. Not one you see, or hear unless I choose it.
After about an hour of basic horse Care training we tacked back up and loaded up the supplies. I help Tom up onto lightning and handed him the reighns I patted lightning comfortingly on the kneck.
The days went by quite quickly but on Thursday 14th May something terrible had happened. Mia - content and joyful - was sat on a log making photo frames out of sticks.
They come through the darkness. Creeping through the shadows. Silently they slip through the trees. Hunting, watching, waiting. They live as a family. Together from the time they’re born.
The lone red deer stag grazed amongst the Heather, it's huge antlers swayed as though they were the branches of a tree. He paused and sniffed the air... Something wasn't right, " Who is it.
Chapter 9 It was coming from my elbow. Not the worst place to get hurt, but pretty painful. There was a deep gash from where it looks like a fine slice of ice cut through. I wince when I touch it.
The way you canter, Across Spanish land. So gracefully strong, Standing proud and grand. Your mane in the wind, Your tail behind. Not trapped by these fences, Owned by mankind.
Chapter 5 The next morning I wake up and go to the lake. I promised myself I wouldn't go there anymore, but theres no other place to take a shower around here, and not showering is not an option.
Moonlight trickles through the trees, dappling the autumnal leaves. Silver speckles on the bark, tiny beacons in the dark. Under the glow of mystic light, a hair raising howl enters the night.
The teeth dug tighter. Hiag struggled to breath. Sparks danced around his eyes. The world turned sepia. Blacking out. Suddenly the pressure vanished. The wolves began to edge away.
Thundering noise Whining sound Gallops the hooves upon the ground The chase is on But what will it bring On the night before the season spring Run young one run Before the rising of the sun I will...
I woke to the sound of whispers, one sounded like an old man the other was unidentifiable. At first I though they were laughing until I heard the other voice say "Tell me where she is".
In a forest far, far away lived 5 sisters who survived in a waterproof hut by the stream. The oldest, Janet, went hunting every now and then, every single day.
I started running. As I reached the forest, I thought back. What did I know about running from dangerous criminals. I numbered them off. 1.You don't trust anyone.