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Shining, pewter moon rays dance through the thick, shadowy leaves. Glittering, crystal pools reflect the eerily beautiful moon. Glistening, ancient constellations shimmer with dazzling, golden light.
Frozen to the core Bones left aching and sore As she watches from the distance Her fading mortal existence. The night wasn't supposed to end like this She had been out once...
I was having the worst day my mam and dad are always fighting so they got a divorce I don't no who I was going with my mam or my dad I was hoping my mam because she always takes care of me I was like...
#adventchallenge. Back down south. The snowmen are there. They're angry with the humans. For leaving their bodies bare. Do you know how cold. The snow can be. When you're mostly naked.
As I drive into the frozen abyss, I leave the world that I know is mine; I enter a land in subtle soft focus, Another place, another forgotten time.
Something was here. I didn't know what. I didn't know where. But I just knew something was watching me. The eery blackness of the long hallway surrounded me.
"You're a wolf?!" I repeated in disbelief "oh and I bet that tree is secretly a pig with wings." Ricky laughed.
Six trees all in a row. And as the wind begins to blow. They start to sway. And the leaves fall away. Crashing to the ground. The pirates treasure was never found. At the bottom of the ocean.
The music was pounding, And our blood was charging. The room was lit well enough for me to see everything and everyone.
#10wordchallenge Sorry bout being late, but still want to know your opinion(@Littlekitten). I first saw her in a mirror. A lovely young girl dancing, beneath a christmas tree.
look up the meaning of Identity and it will say its a sense of self.
I will haunt you in your dreams When my heart and soul screams Done me wrong. I'm just that strong Close your eyes tight I'll haunt your dreams tonight Not yet scared.
Lake Superior 'It was cold-and-I saw-mother. Yes, that was it, mother. Hadn't she passed away last year. I'm sure she did. Why is she here. No, where is here?' I thought.
"Shut up!" he yelled. This was meant to be a play but he took his character to far. He forced him back. His head hit the floor. With a crack. Blood started to flow. I could see it and smell it.
I hear something in the dead of night Outside of my window, just out of sight I hear it creep inside my house Quieter than a skilful mouse It creaks slightly on the first step But I hear no...
All I need's a little smell, And I become a soulless shell, The smell entices all my bones, I see its many crimson tones.
When the stars align And the churchbells chime She'll flee with her red hair flowing Fighting against the wailing wind blowing To escape the monsters stalking her on the moor.
This poem was partially inspired by a book I read about 5 years ago called "The Book Thief". Written by Marcus Zusak, Death is a narrator.
Standing in my garden The rain is coming down Wow, it is freezing.
In the night. When things are still. And the absence of light. Brings on a chill. There are eyes that watch you. Through the thick black. And ears that listen. When illuminance is lacked.
Don't break the glass. The creepy old lady at the front desk kept reiterating the same cryptic sentence as I asked about the room for rent.
Chapter 3: Within The Snow I walk and walk, then I walk some more. The sun slipping slowly from the east but reluctant to emerge from its grey blanket, fails to provide any heat to my frozen body.
#LandFarAway Now you'd think, this isn't strange, It's just a toad, nothing deranged. But as I tried to walk down the track, My feet wouldn't let me, They're pulling me back.
Alec's P. O. V. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself in disbelief. Her face was completely expressionless making it hard to read her. "Are you ok?," I asked.