Storyboard Chapter - The Hollow
Weathered down hands shake and brittle dry lips quiver. The time had come. A blistering gust of wind passes through. Then suddenly, calm..
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Weathered down hands shake and brittle dry lips quiver. The time had come. A blistering gust of wind passes through. Then suddenly, calm..
#NightDwellers Cloaked figures and pale faces, They glide through mist and fog, There is no sound, no evidence, As they drift through the smog.
Left in the dark, the dungeons of old, The tormented beasts of stories untold, ...The screams and the cries, ...the howls and goodbyes, The darkness that is not empty, Where fears...
I'm starting off at writing short pieces like this which may even lead up to longer ones, I apologise for it not all being as well written as some of those that are here on Opuss but I did my best...
As the sun sets the sky is ablaze. The night intoxicates and pulls me in. My mind slips into a deep dark maze. I'm excited by the pleasures within. As I look up at the stars and gaze.
Bats are creepy Rats are creepy Cats are creepy too All out in the dead of night Their eyes are watching you.
The moon shines down on the nights centre stage A silvery spotlight that paves a chosen way The night-dwellers break free from their daytime cage Shackles are broken A night of frivolity pays their...
#nightdwellers #halloweenparty #pumpkins In the local pumpkin patch, By light of harvest moon, I watch the tumult of the earth, And carve a hallow tune.
Curling grey tentacles of fog clung to the gloomy swamp. Muddy water gives off a mouldy, rotting stench that pollutes the dim air. Bleach white trees tower out the murky depths.
#nightdwellers Fingers trace the smoke grey glass, Thick fog pours through the ashen grass, The sky is jet, a vast expanse, The black horizon takes its stance.
Walking in the shadows, She keeps to the dark. Never speaks or smiles, Just walks through the park. Her skin an ivory hue, Her lips the darkest red.
The longer I stared at him, the more sinister he became. His painted, chalky skin seemed to hang off his bones, wrinkling slightly in a scowl pronounced only at his small, black eyes.