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Creeping silently under the veil of night, it breathes, it feeds. The echoes of it's breath follows you in sleep, it feeds, it reaches.
#nightdwellers. #beginningline #400th. @patdolan83. Creeping silently under the veil of night. The eyes, golden, I see them gleam. Shivers sent through my spine and head filled with fright.
#nightdwellers #beginningline Creeping silently under the veil of the night, The haunted wedding bells chiming in the moonlight. The sound of death nearing as the chimes began to fade.
#beginningline Creeping silently under the veil of night, I try my hardest to avoid the light. The sun is a plague upon my skin, The clothes I wear are always too thin.
#beginningline #nightdwellers Thank you to the queen of heels and the mistress of the night that is @sjw, I have the glorious honour of hosting this weeks challenge......my line is probably crap but...
(16+ content possibly, please read with caution or not at all.) --- Stepping into the unknown The sphere enclosed her. No longer part of the warmth The silent echoes plagued her.
#beginningline. #nightdwellers. The moon lit up the cobbles,. As the stars lit and dazzled the sky,. Lanterns rise and illuminate,. The faeries as they fly,. Little orbs of glowing light emerge,.
#beginningline. #nightdwellers. Stepping into the unknown,. I struck my way through the vines that were overgrown,. Rising fog blanketed the barren ground,. The air was clear creating echoed sound,.
#nightwellers#beginningline Stepping into the unknown the barriers, had come crashing down Emotions that he'd hidden and protected unfurled Something had reawakened him from his dismal world No...
The moon lit up the cobbles like he lit up her world. There they stood, so close but yet so far away. His hand in her hand, palms sweaty with anticipation of what was to come.
#beginningline #nightdwellers T he moon lit up the cobbles in its own transfixing glow. W as that the only light around for miles on show.
#nightdwellers #beginningline. #sjw. Stepping into the unknown. Is such a scary thought. Am i what i sought. I go not knowing where i step. Or where ive slept. Ive lost myself in memory.
#beginningline #nightdwellers. The moon lit up the cobbles on a starless pitch black night. A million sleeping hedgehogs with not a single spine in sight.
#beginningline #nightdwellers Stepping into the unknown With the shrubbery overgrown The bright moon so high Brightening the damp, dark sky She stepped along the muddy floor She was looking for a...
Come on guys and girls the beginning line challenge finishes tomorrow, and I've only had three pieces, I know you can all write, so put pen to paper.
The moon lit up the cobbles to the now charcoal-caked crypt, Kirsteen instinctively looked up from her prey, she knew where she had to go; facing the truth of what was now, tormented her.
Stepping into the unknown, so dark and cold. The creature lies within, you were never told. You walk so far, the dark, pitch black. The monster waiting to attack.
Thank you so much to @sian_ for choosing my piece as the winner, I really wasn't expecting it.
#nightdwellers #beginningline The promises died on his icy white breath....
(16+ content, please read with caution or not at all.) The promises died in his icy white breath -promises he'd never of kept, Kirsteen smirked.
The promises died in his icy white breath, His eyes glazed glass -lucid looks bereft. His smile upturned with a broken breath caught Mid-sentence -did he part, those secrets untaught.
After I finish watching the movie... #nightdwellers #beginningline The promises died in his icy white breath, The golden sun rose, Signaling his soon death. The man in the top hat turned up the heat.
Hi everyone. Wow, can I just say how honoured I am to have won. I honestly never expected it - everyone here are such great writers and I love reading your posts.
#beginningline challenge. #nightdwellers. The promises died in his icy white breath,. When dad told me to not talk but listen instead. 'Son' he said,. 'Yes?' I said. 'Your mother is dead'.