See the stalwart kings fighting against the darkness dreary,
See the knights riding horses with lances held brightly,
They will defeat the dragons that slide down heavily. Continue reading
See the stalwart kings fighting against the darkness dreary,
See the knights riding horses with lances held brightly,
They will defeat the dragons that slide down heavily. Continue reading
“Where are you going?” he asked the girl.
She glanced back at him and rolled her eyes. “You won’t believe me if I tell you. Easier to show.”
“I mean, what happened back there with the—uh—”
“Malforms,” she instantly replied. Continue reading
A story told,
Of things that are not real,
But fakeness lacking,
A product of zeal, Continue reading
Did emotions spark it?
Or something genetic?
Heat leaks from fingers,
And steams the air,
Eyes boil but do not break,
And it’s always the start—
Of something more. Continue reading
In the attic sat a mysterious typewriter. In the attic stood a boy and a girl. All young—except the typewriter. The typewriter was old, as typewriters tend to be.
“So, that’s the one your grandmother talked about?” the boy said, and walked toward it, ducking underneath some webs.
“Yeah—but don’t touch it!” She reached out to stop him but her fingers missed by inches. Continue reading
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