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When the clocks stopped, even for a second, she could feel it in her teeth. The world stuttered imperceptibly to others, but to her it was a scream.
Deep in the overgrown garden behind a half-forgotten cottage, she lived. She carried a wand, a snapped twig bound with ribbon and glitter.
A poem written through the eyes of a six year old child.
#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,.
"So, what do your parents do?" Derek asked, walking beside Aubrey, his back continuing to burn. Her face drained of colour. "Did I say something?" She stared at the ground. "I um...
A girl so fair and young was one who held her tongue. She spent much time all by herself echoed by cries she'd sung.
Once there was a girl Who walked alone in space. She's the one in the summer We call old Golden Face. She tiptoed with the stars And sang a song to rain.
Overlong hedgehogs terrorised the quaint shanty towns of the North East of England.
*chapter 3* I came to oak tree to try and find the charm. "What you looking for bruise fool?" Asked Lucas, meanly. Lucas is the schools bully and pick on me because I faint to much.
[a weird bedtime story or something] I stand in the crossroads. I stare at the sky and see - its another half is Winter's and the other is Spring's.
A fairy tale was told to me By a little girl of all but three Her voice the sound of cherry pie Topped with sugar so that I Could not help but listen to Her fairy tale she made for you.......
Katie was a normal girl, for a while anyway, she was a literacy genius she loved reading ,writing and revising for anything English.
She is the creator of the world she lived in, her every word the most concrete and defined element that turned the blurry and evanescent dimension of pure fiction and imagination in a reality she can...
By Miscellaneous ‘…It’s actually quite…” the child paused, struggling for words. “Plausible!” ‘Is that so.” Loretta turned the page of her novella.
In the dead of night. When the moon is high. The remains of the day. Are laying idly by. The mess that we make. As we dive through the day. Need collecting completely. And storing away.
Ah it's you who hath set me free. Such divinity in your mortality. I thank you much, but owe you one. You seem to be broken, tattered, alone. Maybe ask for a brand new start.
I spy With my little eye Something beginning with..... Love.
Deep and still waters reflect observers with crystal clarity the knotted trees that surround are the last to posess such emerald green.
I summon a breeze. That can bend the trees. And awaken the waves in all the seven seas. I call on Venus, the goddess of love. To listen to my heart from high above.
On a little tiny island. Off the coast of Europe. If you walk through the forests. Of alantha and pines. Sticky with minty sap. If you cross the river. That flows in a circle. Then you will find.
A surreal story I had to do for art homework… it's kinda surreal…… A big shooting star looked down and saw a torch peer through a keyhole, looking for a frog and his orange padlock.
The Hollow Tree A shadow in my dreams, since I was a boy, haunting me with tales of trolls , and witches, goblin kings, ghosts, and tiny, hidden thieves trying to steal the fingers of little boys who...
The girl with the wild red hair. Came to the cliff face stair. And with a wave of her sonic wings. Took me absolutely everywhere. She threw a shape and threw her head back.
#acrostic. Lavondyss, ancient forests come. Alive in Holdstocks masterpiece. Vast imagination,. Old myths inspiral Tallis Keaton,. Norse legends in hollowings,. Days lost in time in other worlds, I,.