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Do you have a favourite little store, or boutique. I do it's in Carmel Ca. As you walk in you leave the real world behind & enter a creek bed.
Did you ever see a house So much like a zoo. A heffalump in the mirror And a whale in the loo. A dragon in the bedroom; Not as scary as it looks.
I wrote my name upon the card, Attached it to the string. I added my number just in case somebody decided to ring.
My back is bent backwards as something forces itself out my skin. I try to reach my back but I can't touch it.
As I trudge up the untamed hills, my boots crunching the tall, thick grass, my foot prints time will erase, I stop short at the very top, as does my heart.
I climb up to my tree-top canopy,. Open the leaves, reveal the stars to me,. The wolf pack howls in the dusk,. As the wind carries discarded fairy-dust,. The moonlight tickles my features,.
The greengrocer gave A little seed for free And from the little seed Grew a mug tree It's in a little pot On the patio Growing mugs for tea And coffee, don't you know Some of them are coloured And...
A little kitten once crept into my house, It was tiny, Perhaps, a smidge bigger than a mouse.
In amongst the May dew Hiding inside a bud A princess was born Starflowers shaded her beauty From the big wide world For could she understand.
[Inspired by @DHDowsing's piece of the same title]. Do you ever sit back on a sunny day,. Look up at the sky and think to say,. I wonder who shaped that fish,. How did that cloud know my wish,.
I watch her, standing by the sea, staring at the water. Her dress is in tatters, the white silk ruined with stains and tears.
The flower said I wish I was a tree The tree said I wish I could be a different kind of tree The cat wished that it was a bee The turtle wished that it could fly Really high into the sky Over...
#twistedOpuss Everything was so quiet and still, Olivia had never seen it like this before. Glistening white powder carpeted the ground in thick drifts and pretty swirls.
Chapter 7 The Crone The bells tolled their mournful song across the flooded graves. The sky wept at the open procession. Six young men and women laid to rest this day.
The water in the pond next door sounds like giants urinating. The aeroplanes flying by sounds like goblins cheering on football matches.
She could bake dreams, Build paper creatures She had forgotten she could write as well, Only recently she was reminded.
When he's sad He paints the clouds grey. When he's angry He fills them with forks of lightning. When misery becomes too much He hides his tears Until they fall as rain.
When she first felt the flutter. A star shone brightly above. And at the bottom of the garden. A celebration was beginning. The mother so dear, so true. The fairest of them all at this time.
Challenge set by @eddie12309 There was a girl called poppy Who really was quite soppy Whenever she walked in the grass and it tickled her ass She would lay a golden egg plopped from between her...
Want to write something amazing but I have no ideas... So... I shall write about my dream. Sam (My brother) and I live in a little green tent, that is behind our house, in the middle of the road.
''Glitter why do you leave me. I need the pink in my cheeks, my sticking out sharp cheek-bones' The menth-breath of Frissons inside her newly black-dotted pink lungs.
A story within, the hardest part of the inauguration; but only a stepping stone and nothing more it should be seen. The character portfolio and the synopsis: 'The tail, the fat.. !.
It was the day after the wedding before Wonky Bill was sad and staring some more I sat down by his side on this the 2nd train ride As he talked about his love for an Ugly Sister He told me he had...
Little grey bricks, Smooth circular walls. Small slate roof, Dripping water calls. A rope and a bucket, Wild ivy growing around, Long green grass... This enchanted place, found.