Into The Brook (continuation of 1)
I didn't mind the task, in all reality. I made myself seem very close to her for the public's and her sake. But I really did it for myself.
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I didn't mind the task, in all reality. I made myself seem very close to her for the public's and her sake. But I really did it for myself.
Across the water What the tide brought in Stories growing old, Lights growing dim With the foul tempered movements Of the ill tempered tribes Evil rose amoung us And it came from the tides Teeth like...
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.
One thousand gifted stood in a line, armed. The sun began to set. Jordan was in the front line, with Flynn at his side, leading the group. Flynn put a hand on his shoulder. Jordan looked at him.
(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.
"Another two days, and we'll be there." Flynn said. The november air cold but fresh, the sun shined down on them through the treetops of the forest.
"Well uh, happy halloween guys..." Flynn said in the little cabin Wilbur drew. They were two days into their journey, it was pouring non-stop freezing rain.
I'll add the first chapter soon, please comment and tell me what you think would be a good twist!!. :D •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• On a dark and stormy night, a scream broke the silence.
She was a stranger. No one knew her name. She crept through the hollow darkness like a black cat on a holloween night. Her black, sweat drenched coat clung to her body like a ghost wavering over her.
Well, it appeared that the LostFae were not exactly genial.
I want someone close, To rip me apart piece by piece. Until there's nearly nothing left- I need someone, to carry out this task.
Chapter 33: Jasmine's Surprise Jasmine turned around to find the snakes bowing their heads, "Who are you?" The snakes just smiled and hissed softly and then the snakes started to sliver away.
The silence between Hades and Nyx was not an awkward silence. Rather, it was the type of silence that occurs when speaking is not necessary. Hades was staring at the cobblestone path.
#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'.
This is the first story I have ever write in my life, it might sound babyish but I want to know if its good for a 4 year old A girl had 3 barbies who had red dresses and blonde hair and they could...
Darkness. All around me was darkness. Darkness so pure it was like being sucked into a black hole. The only noise was the quick in and out of my breath as I waited, waiting for my fate.
He stalked in the moonlight His eyes turning red He licked his lips again, again Shouldn't you be in bed. You were wearing a mini skirt.
Wind rustling, rustling. the moon shivering wet. These little crevices...of defence. Try to reach out..to me indeed. But I am obsoete. This is my land. I own ..it all. Try to run...soon ..to fall.
Yes my preciousssss we wills we give nasty Hobbites what they asks for. Smeeagal will lead master of Precious to Mordor.
The townsfolk, unbeknown to themselves, were easy prey to Kirsteen, she lithely glided towards them, searching for a gorging feed.
Some Royals were lucky. All they got were strangely shaped pupils, or pointed ears, or fangs. But not me. Wherever I went, people always stared at me. Even other Royals.
Aphrodite ran. She pushed past the smallest DeathFae, perhaps it was a child, if these creatures were ever children. It gave her a nice cut across the arm.
Aphrodite kicked at the dryad as it dragged her through the gateway to FaeEdge. The dryad was more or less unaffected. "The Crystal Girl kicks the Sister of The Oak-Words. Crystal, a precious stone.
Hecate snatched the leatherbound diary away from him. She began to read aloud. "The shattering has affected my brother. He fell of the Springedge drop off, into Hellspace, and somehow he made it...