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#beginningline The frosted grass cracked underfoot as winter took hold on the night. An incandescent ice on the trees, sparkled through their icing sugar coating.
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#beginningline The frosted grass cracked underfoot as winter took hold on the night. An incandescent ice on the trees, sparkled through their icing sugar coating.
#nightdwellers #beginningline. The frosted grass cracked underfoot,. As winter took a hold of the night,. Santa appeared covered in soot,. Giving the reindeers such a fright,.
#adventchallenge Pretty decorations adorn the house. All around is as quiet as a mouse. The cat sleeps in it's favourite chair. The mice run around without a care.
#adventchallenge I lie in bed listening, Not a sound can be herd, No cars on the streets, Or people on the kerb, The night, full of stars, With one shining bright, Wonders abound on this Christmas...
Twelve o'clock and all is well, a the moon fills the night. A twinkling sound and snow falling down but not no one or nothing in sight.
#colourchallenge Lined in rows from 5th street to Main, Feet scrape the pavement and fidget in vain, Glimmering colors that cut through the snow, Come in, be seated, you're in for a show.
Another kiss in the cold,. Warm lips brush against. Bitter freezing cheeks,. Your breath escaping in. Visible billowing plumes;. I'm enveloped in you. As we stand together amid.
This is a bit early for the season, but here goes. @maeheleneflynmolly #youngwritershousehold Ruby red flames leap at, The red and white socks, As chimes ring, From the grandfather clock.
It was a wet Winters night. One of the darkest That December had yet seen. The wind howled around the eaves and sought entry where-ever it could.
The sky is dark, The clouds are grey, Oh, I wish they'd take that cat away. The air is cold, Like the still moon, Is my dinner coming soon.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.