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#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,.
Lost on an island. far from home. There're other survivors. so your not alone. The island is moving. The monster awakes. The monster is moving. The island, it quakes. Lost on an island. Far from home.
First up is something white. Of the blinding kind. Some of you are most likely thinking that white is not really a colour and all that tired sort of nonsense. But I'm here to tell you that it is.
Somebody in a time years past Thought of a wonderful thing Organise a festival for the Night of midsummer's eve Engineered a clock of stone Helped by elephants Everything went to plan Nearly, that...
So there I was in Somethingville in Some State in the US. Snow had appeared out of nowhere in May. Kids were just randomly disappearing. I knew that there was only one thing that I could do.
It was happening again. I could feel myself being pulled into that other dimension. It was terrifying. Every single time I went there, bad things happened. Really bad things. But here it comes...
So I don't believe the world is going to end tomorrow but I will admit, there have been some odd consequences. I was talking to my bestest friend ever on kik when he randomly stops texting me.
#firstwrite Behold, a piece by 10 year old me that I found at the bottom of a box while I was cleaning out the porch. Thought I might share it here on Opuss, because, well, why not. Haha.
And the clock tower chimed ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. And as the thirteenth chime rang throughout the small town of Bounderville, England, everything fell silent.
The world seemed to have been left behind. I'd been cycling for what seemed ages following the directions to this party that was taking place.
(not nearly finished yet) Chapter one: Are you scared. She was sat there. Covered in blood. Crying. I didn't know what to do. She was helpless and well, I wasn't very helpful.
This was a part of my year 8 descriptive writing project. This is a loose connection to cars, it had driving in it.
Her smiles were feigned yet modest, her actions pleasing yet desperate, her hair tied in a professional manner. All she knew was she needed this job. "Alright, Mimi.
Chapter 1: The door burst open, leaves swirled around the passage. Distant screams could be heard as the misty night grew darker and colder.
Okay this just happened to me and it left me a little speechless. I tell you all because I'm at work and there's no one else to share it with. Here goes. This guest came back from a night out.
The soft autumn breeze coiled around me. The brightly colored leaves seemed to dance around us. It was silent but beautiful on this wonderful October day. "Camille?" Mason stuttered.
Hey everyone, Sorry it's been so long since my last story, I've just been really busy with work experience, college, school, a duke of Edinburgh award, and the business.
Tick tock tic tock , the clock went on and on and on as I grabbed my iPod off my bedside table.
A not so long, but long enough that noone alive would remember it, time ago, far off the beaten path, in a remote part of the country, awkward to find, or even reach, there was a house.
I was alone,on the top of rimestone cliff ,feeling a salty sea breeze in my face and hair when all of a sudden a huge ,colossal , ginormous wave towered over my scalp and when I thought it was going...
Under normal circumstances I would say that I'm just your everyday, run of the mill, exuberant fellow. I'm easily pleased and always excited about the next adventure. But all of that has changed.