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They stood there just staring at each other for a while. "You've changed, Charlie" Anna commented in awe. His eyes, which had once been dull and full of pain, were now bright and shining.
The Sisters sat on their heels at the campfire.
I saw the travellers yester noon. Hugging the valleys; an air of gloom. These travellers of mist and moor Gently scratch the tight closed door.
There is a tree. Within the forest. That you'll find. Is hollow. Into this tree. You must climb. If you seek adventure. And trouble. Down the steps. Follow the tunnels. To lands via burrows.
#halloween #shortstory There was once a young man who was born to the cloth, destined to master the 'word' of the land.
I stood at the shore of a small island, the tide was lapping at my legs but I didn't bother to move, I was soaked through to the bone anyway.
The woods are calling me tonight, They're singing to me, soft, Voices latent on the air, Below, aside, aloft.
Rough, onyx black trees soar into the shining ebony heavens. Glittering silver moon rays pierce the dense, jet black night.
Where rivers run and the tide seeps away, Lies a secret kept alone until this day, Sinking back in to the haunts of old, Words and whispers not to be told, The space between the moon and stars, And...
I must tell you the way. I must be quick. We can not delay. Behind the trees. On the edge of town. Is a river, it is filled with a sparkling blue liquid. You must follow it. Follow the stream.
#ORB. Trees bellow around her. As she runs alone in the woods. Rustling trees about to wither. She pulls up her protective hood. Her face something alluring. But in the shadows she has to hide.
In the dark her eyes shone, as pure as moonlight, Within her small pale hands, she held tight; A silver locket, covered in twining swirls, And on the face, lay three crystal pearls.
Once upon a love so soon Is a man waiting just for you His journey may be quite a bit long But in his heart is where you so do belong...... Chapter Love.
She ran breathless through the wheat fields, cornflour hair billowing violently despite the windless blue sky. The monkey perched on her shoulder, held on tight for dear life.
As the eagle- Flies above us- In the sky. I walk here- Below. Upon the untrod Path of St Patrick. Possession takes hold And a light is lit ahead. There are ripples- Upon a shadowy nighttime pool.
I cannot tell when the dreams began any more. I've lived with them now as long as I can remember and wouldn't be surprised to learn I've had them even longer than that.