Soulless
I don't have a name, but people call me Shayne. I don't have an age, but they say I'm as young as I feel. I don't have any parents, but they say Satan himself spat me out.
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I don't have a name, but people call me Shayne. I don't have an age, but they say I'm as young as I feel. I don't have any parents, but they say Satan himself spat me out.
"Có hôm khi nàng bắt đầu tắm, một người khách lạ dỡ một viên ngói trên nóc nhìn xuống, và chàng ta như nghẹt thở trước tấm thân ngà ngọc ấy.
Chapter 2 - Resus That scream. Her scream. It hurt. Bad. She was hurting. I jumped out of the window. It was open. "Amia" I called. No response, none at all. I ran. And ran. I knew where she was.
#nightdwellers In the depths of the Mayan pyramid a mystery unfolds. Such horrors you've never seen or even been told. Every full moon the high priestess Awakes from her sleep.
#nightdwellers Orange-lit raindrops wandered downwards to splash softly against the tarmac. The great silver orb of the full moon hung heavy in the sky ladened with rain clouds.
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.
Sparkled wings, magic wand. Simplicity sings. As the sun dawns. Stretching arms with a yawn. Suddenly realizing your bottom tooth is gone Searching the bed finding it hidden. Under your head.
Dragging you into my lair, Nows the time to say your prayers. Your screams ring like wedding bells, You curse me to all the many hells.
Hey, I hope you enjoy this one. Personally this is my favourite: Chapter 22 : Jane Defiance I jumped off the bed and hid behind the door. It swung open. “Jane. I know you’re in here. Don’t hide.
#household. In the crimson jewellery box,. Laced by a golden tag,. Lies a scarlet dagger gem,. Bound in a silver bag,. A sharp edged trinket,. Bought in Rome,. Now under lock,. Within my home,.
Ravens circling the castles. Beaks sharp to the point. Eyes narrow black slits. Flying in flock, their caws mock during the mourning, wake up call & karmas breakfast in favor the ravens.
The Boy was a happy little thing Singsongy voice that always rings But lately somethings been bothering him Spreading goosebumps on every limb "Hello," his shadow screeched evily, all dark "Hello!"...
This is a place where everything's evil. Here the wicked stepmothers have there scary schemes. On on side it's bright this side it's dark. The clouds cover the sun. Is there even a sun. No.
@LottiePenguin #youngwritershousehold I sit down and sow the dress. In and out the needle goes. Making a perfect silk hem. Eventually I finish the dress and set it aside.
Kaizen Peering into the distance, Kaizen could make out the vague shadows of spears, swords, shields, and the ever imposing Nemedian Banner that has caused such fear throughout Aquilonia.
Three witches stand around the fire, Their ugliness is oh-so dire. One with hair fashioned from cat, Eyes intact and tail: cravat. One with eyeless pits of grey, Filled with mould and rank decay.
Snow White had her seven dwarfs. Grumpy, Dopey, Doc, Happy, Bashful, Sneezy & Sleepy of course. I've met another, with a black beard. Hard to grasp. To scared to ask. Red eyes and crystal teeth.
#nightdwellers. Awake before this coming dusk. Twisting turning grinding into dust. Idle beings and life forms rust. Stuck in a realm where nothing trusts. Rise up into the shadows of night.
The Lord of Chaos has his eye open to the world this night and the wind laden with hail stones, howls its approval.
(I have a bit of an obsession with vampires:3) My name is Valentina. My skin so cold and pale. The sunlight kills me, night time is when I shine. I follow behind you, you can't even see...
#nightdwellers. I wield a sword of darkness,. And a staff of black night wrath,. My toxins are my tonics,. And I bathe in blood filled baths,. I live on moonlit sugar,.
The hot sun burning bright, shedding rainbows & light. Over Candyland. Darkness covers the land. The hooked hand of the Candyman. Hooks swinging from the sky. Bubbly laughs & cheers.
Pain laced through him as the blade dug deep into his flesh. He locked his jaw refusing to give her satisfaction. He felt warm liquid run down his chest knowing all to well it was his blood.
#household #nightdwellers I will admit this sounds a bit Macbethy though that's unintentional...