999 The End of the Way
Keselt is there to help and, once he realises that there is no need to actually move imaginary wings, they touch palms together in midair, and look into each others eyes, lost in their own world long before they finally fade away and disappear.
Lonely Oak Chapter 87
There is a place at Lonely Oak Elementary, in the school's courtyard, different from any other place in the world. There is an iron fence that has no gate; just an open way. The fence surrounds a modest square of land, nestled in the corner outside of...
Art
Colours meshing flowing blue flaming crimson tears of black and green specks of orange and yellow and violet pulled from my very soul imaginary images coating an empty canvas so many different masterpieces along the faded walls of my endless mind
Mistress of the Mountains
She put her left fist out and drew an imaginary arrow back with two fingers of her right hand, held in perfect position below her ear. she spotted a great black eagle soaring fifty yards below, and let her imaginary arrow fly. yes.
Attis
Shouldn't it be much easier to cope with this imaginary loss when noticing that it was never real in the first place?" "but it's not. it feels abysmal.
A Birthday poem for a friend.
Today is a turning point in your life, a new page in an imaginary book, writing in a new chapter, a new dawn of a new day, a glorious sunrise forming a majestic day, in the two or so years i've known you, you've opened up to me, like a very shy bud
Chapter 2: A Special Occasion
He began to fight his imaginary opponent. he punched, blocked a kick to his head, punched again, blocked a lower kick then kicked for the imaginary opponents head.
Poem #37: Rights
Do you know of the rights and wrongs fair is an imaginary term prepare to fight for your rights. ~bhscorch [!
Shadows
Your own imaginary friend; always following in your footsteps. when everything in life has forsaken you...look down. see that your one friend-your once constant-has not left you; nor will he ever leave you.
Writing practise #1 - Cold night
There's potential for a full blown story in there :)_ no sound to be heard, only the imaginary brooding soundtrack in my head acompanies my muffled steps through the snow on the pavement.
Poem #65: Alone
Her arms are red from scratching at imaginary things, and her hair is falling out in clumps. he can't bear the sight of her slow, agonizing death, so he takes the knife and slices with cool steel across his skin.
Mad love...
We were subtle, moving around careful of imaginary obstacles that couldn't make a sound people come & go, they always have, not every one can infinitely behave for those who die as they lived, pitiful, stepping stones to their own grave you saw the