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Blood in my mouth. On my face and on my clothes. What happened. "Hey, Sweetie" Someone was saying. I let my eyes adjust properly. I took in the room.
#nightdwellers #beginningline Her heart distorted frantically in the eerie night air, She stood in the darkness, with raven banners for hair.
"So, I couldn't help noticing the boxes on the landing. You packing up some stuff?" Jim asked as they walked across fields away from the cottage. Jennifer walked in silence for a moment.
#sundayrepost Come home, Alexandra Come home from the moor Your supper's long been waiting And there's darkness at the door.
(If you missed part 2 it is because I posted it on the end of the first part instead of a separate post. Oops.) There were seagulls. The sound of seagulls.
James doesn't know made him go into the church, a small grey stone one with a gently twirling weathervane.
-1- It was raining outside. Come to think of it, it was always raining.
I look up to see a woman, dressed in reds blacks and browns, her auburn hair tied back into the Neatest bun I've ever seen, her face riddled with wrinkles, that centred around her worried smile.
#colour #color. She plays her instrument. And my world is blown. Into a beautiful violet haze. My mind is thrown. She sings those lyrics. So soft and quiet. Every word meant for me.
A hundred guests Each draped in jewels and silk, Swirl around each other like smoky ink in water Filling the air with music and laughter.
Bright blue eyes, Bright blue skies, Skin so white, Shines at night, Seems to glide, Seems to fly. Seems to soar across the sky. Where's she from. Am I dumb. I want to know, Before she goes.
Hooded, cloaked, obscured from sight,. Riding through the dead of night,. She may never stop to rest or play,. From the dusk of night to the dawn of day,. A message, she bears, marked on her skin,.
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.
Colors. That's what I saw, colors swirling around me, each a small square as it went, until all the colors began to fade, leaving me floating in an uncertain black space, alone... Or was I.
Beauty was her first name, that's all she gave me, that and the number left on a napkin written next to brick red lips, blinded by the way she walked with her hair bouncing in movement with her...
A beauty she was. No one could deny. She could make. A grown man cry. A graceful air. Follows as she goes. Who she is. Nobody knows. An enigma she is. To whom cross her path. A serene warmth.
The wind brushed the trees into a warm embrace and the glitter rain continued to fall. All the animals had scurried away into burrows, but a few brave had their little heads seen along the road.
She was the most beautiful creature man had ever seen, capturing every ones attention as she gracefully seemed to float across the floor, her brown curls, now quite heavily decorated with the falling...
I may have been wrong about the drinks and a catch up. The figure that stepped out of the cabin was a woman of whom I knew very well.
"Bonne nuit, mi cherie." My mother whispered to me as she lifted the scratchy blankets over my body. "Nuit." I replied simply.
Long elegant strides, Gentle steps as she walks by, A delicate breeze wafts around, As sunshine floats among the clouds.
Instinct: Chapter 1 (Part 4) Leo It was the start of my paranoia.
Instinct: Chapter 1 (Part 2) Leo Her whereabouts had troubled me ever since I had woken in the night to visit the bathroom and discovered she was gone.
(World: Adian Universe) The woman in grey walked swiftly and approached huge oak doors which swung open at a gesture of her hand; she proceeded to a large control panel at the center of the room.