Night thoughts - 9. - because why not
. - because why not dependent on a demon of sorts, scary thought wait for a chance as past incidents, & my mentality continue their seemingly endless dance derived from fear & hesitation each step is heavily taken, though both move without frustration
The Fox of the Frozen North
The cool air gave no comfort as the fox traversed the ground, sensing naught but the chilling breeze that wisped all around; this arcane, frostbitten landscape was what he called home, a desolate place of solitude with endless miles to roam.
[Tribute Poem] In a Sympathetic World
When you hold me, you hold me lovingly, and hold me endlessly, like the perfect lover-to-be. when you wake up with me, you wake a flame in me, and wake the glaciers in me, those have slept for an eternity.
Creative Writing Prompt #1: Subject Analysis
The black hoodie holds few shadows, but has many creases and folds that cross over and intersect endlessly. his dark navy-blue jeans have the same quality, and shadows lie underneath the smaller folds on his jeans.
Dark Destiny - Prologue
#1 of dark destiny dark destiny 0 darkness...that's all i can see, darkness going on and on...an endless abyss, but i feel suspended like i'm not on the ground nor is anything holding me... ''hello?''
Fragile goods
You may be as common as a village farmer, but to me you are my knight in shinning armor who rescued me form the insidious blackness of my mind carrying me off into a new dawn as we left it behind with every word you staunched my endless
A cedar wood box...
It is for him the crowds unwittingly jeer in the end this much is certain he smiles and opens the champagnes cork praising the little doll for his endless work the gold fills the masters every coffer but the marionette never receive a single
Fox's Lement
Eliot i stare down into the endless darkness below me. it would be so easy, just a half-step, a short drop and then...nothing. all the pain gone. the darkness would shroud me and i would fade from existance.
Creative Writing Prompt #4: Interior Monologue
Not the cops, who asked endless, pointless questions that he didn't even remember answering. not his wife, who had always drowned her thoughts in alcohol.
Conundrum
endless cycle
From the maze to now
For endless history we rot. it was a volcano that burned and starved us, but it was the greeks who killed us. our priestesses were replaced by cruel kings, our freedom was overturned by crushing tyranny.
Chapter 1
Recollections of instances that agitate the body's sensations, it'll relentlessly grasp onto them and recall them endlessly without hesitation.