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#beginninglines #nightdwellers. The moon lit up the cobbles. As though the road were paved with bulbs. Each one shining brightly. Each one seeming breakable. That fragility, was a mirage.
When I was 12 years old, I had a best friend named Brenda. After school we always went to her house to hang out. She lived in a big house on the edge of town. One day, Brenda didn’t show up for...
The man I love got married today. I went to the church.i know I shouldn't have done, but I couldn't stop myself. No one saw me go in.
Mum hugged me tight, "I wish I had destroyed your clip when I was pregnant with you," mum cried.
The tragic story of The Milton School began one chilly Autumn afternoon.
Chapter 1 Rosie's POV Him. He was so familiar but I didn't even recognize him. Okay, okay.
I found her hidden behind a tree, frozen to ground, locked in a permanent frown. Dressed in white, taken in her prime, a beauty no one could deny, a shame it was her time.
A quick glimpse before I go out the door, another busy day in store. They smile as I wave goodbye, the small young girl begins to cry.
We were married in the spring of 1952, we were called the perfect couple, the inseparable two.
Every morning around 2:00 am, my closet door opens wide, messages from the man inside, of occurrences on the other side.
Chapter one (Part one of three) - The other side of the Mirror When I was little my mother use to tell me a story, it was a story she had been told when she was a small child, living on the...
I slowly unroll form my ball of heat and close my eyes and slowly follow the sound of sorrow, my eyes are closed because the fog is so thick if a car was barreling at me I wouldn't know it, when I...
Floorboards moan under gentle footsteps as the stairs end. Darkness surrounds the hallway. Silence is a dark virtue as the rain lashes window panes.
#acrostic W indswept, desolate Yorkshire moors, a wild U rchin given a home, loved and cherished by Catherine T il the day his beloved father died H eathcliffe was his one and only name E armarked...
#beginningline #nightdwellers The door closed with a creak And clicked shut behind me. Leaving me with nothing, Just like an absentee. I'm locked in this black box, Lonely, stuck forever.
Dylan stared at Audrey with her eyes wide open.
She sat in front of the riverbed, fearing the frigid waters to much to come any closer, but entranced by the dazzling glow of the stars reflecting off it's grey-green surface.
There’s a snowy park in the distance. Although the buildings on the horizon are tall and dark, all I can see in detail are the trees on the other side of the field. There’s a football in one of them.
(Old Man Walking Long Part 2) A young boy , his father's song Did so forever haunt him, that everyday when He walked home, alone, this song he sung, To guide him.
There was once a young peasant man who fished every day from high noon to dusk by an old rusty lighthouse.
It was a moonlit night at the resort of cala d'or in Spain.
You evoked. Me,. You provoked. Me,. Touching. The glass,. I made it. Crack,. Dimmed. Light,. I made it. Flicker,. Out of spite,. An angry. Soul,. A spiritual. Presence,. Was your. Goal,. The Ouija.
It was a lovely summers day When he took his stick and walked To the sleepy little hamlet Of which the locals talked He strolled and took the sights No signage could he see It should only be mile How...
A bit of a collaboration with my fellow nightdweller @RichWithey #nightdwellers Her beauty is more captivating than a wild rose Skin caressed by the river as her tears of red flow.