Sockets
Peeking through the cracks, I clearly saw the key I desperately needed. It glinted with rusty freedom. In addition, lying down like a guard dog, was the Koruk, all lean muscle and shiny scales.
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Peeking through the cracks, I clearly saw the key I desperately needed. It glinted with rusty freedom. In addition, lying down like a guard dog, was the Koruk, all lean muscle and shiny scales.
It burns down towns, And flies in flocks, With laser eyes, It unpicks locks, With teeth, so fierce, And deathly stare, It eats your crops, It doesn't care, It hunts in flocks, To find it's...
This is something I wrote from long, long time ago, while I was a high school student, doing a assignment for one of English class.
Ragged, onyx rocks jutted out the slimy walls. My pearl white skin laced with ruby blood flashed in the pale torch light. Eerie, tortured screams echoed through the coal black tunnels.
Sorry it's so short The cave made me feel safe. I traveled far into the cave so the thing couldn't see me. I traveled as far as a lake that shone purple from crystals at the bottom.
There's something in my wardrobe, Of that I am quite sure, At night I hear its pitter-patter Footsteps on the floor.
There's a change inside of me, And it's time to let this beast out. I feel this change as my muscles grow. My claws appear. All nice, sharp and tippy curled. My teeth fall out as new ones drop down.
I stepped into my garden; I was going to mow the lawn But there was something very odd To which my eyes were drawn.
'Anyone heard if trapdoor hill?' Jamie shouts excitedly. I really don't think anyone know what here on about. No one responds. Why they ripped up my map I don't know.
I’m fairly sure Though I can’t be certain There’s a Ticklety beast Behind my curtain. There’s little noise, just a swish of his tail Which is long and orange, and covered in scales.
Creature of the night, a shadow by day,. For when the sun rises, it must hide away,. Blood drips off lily-white fangs,. Jet black pelt where moonlight hangs,. Eyes on fire with blackened flames,.
Has anyone seen the Bogey man. - The last one who had, ran Has anyone seen his great blue spikes. - the last one who had was a tike Has anyone felt the bogey man.
One bite was all it took And all the memories overtook Infecting my thoughts.
'C'mon Al' said Sam, 'what's the worst that could happen?' Sam was Alfred's best friend. He had been since preschool but he still didn't quite understand him.
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.
Towering marble columns spiral into the murky grey sky. Dim light illuminates the filthy cracked overgrown courtyard. Poisonous jade green ivy curls around the eerie bone white statues.
I'd been shaking for so long, it no longer felt as though every breath was a trial. I had grown accustomed to the unnatural high-speed lope of my heartbeat.
#nightdwellers That primal growl fills the streets. We hurry home so death we won't meet. As a horrid creature bubbles through the earth. Long in size, and large in girth.
It's first victim entered. Furious and menacing, the Minotaur viciously stampeded down the never ending pathways of the desolate labyrinth.
#nightdwellers The mist creeps over the forest A quietness surrounds. The full moon is at its purest, lighting this sacred ground.
It was dark if it weren't for the moon I would have found myself surrounded by the black of the night. My walk was brisk, leaving quite out of breathe at points but I just wanted to get home.
#nightdwellers. Something moves in. the shadows of the dark,. Silently watching,. Hunting like a shark,. The driftwood burns,. Under satin skies,. On the wind, you hear,. Those bloodthirsty cries,.
He soars, Through the sky, Oh so high. He plummets, To the earth, Give him a wide berth. His fire, Burns red, He'll sizzle you dead. He wings, So large, Through cities he'll barge.
Windows of the soul, Eyes as black as coal. Dripping daemon gore, You hiss a little more. Looming shadows grey, Horns every-damn-which-way. Dwelling in the black, Just waiting to attack.