The Rebirth of Dragons
Those tales always brought her hope that at least they wouldn't die alone or forgotten. it had almost seemed like a cruel joke however when the ebon blade and kirin tor approached her with a theory.
Fears of a Newbie Writer
When i think about them, my soul fills with hope. these stories informed me, mold me. and even saved me. a spark begins to light up. yes i can write like them.
Just Living Chapter 3
hope you're doin' well. jus' y'know, wanted to see how y'doing.
love in change
give it a chance make a little dance, with that passion and dance. live alil be yourself, lack the hate contemplate the love that is walled in with the darkest sins like someones bins. be youself no one else, the music with in the tune to the bin. live...
purity and hope decide on a plan
#7 of survival chapter 3 "so purity about the plan" says hope.
tomorrows sorrows (poem)
With pain and sorrow i look to the morrow the wind feels cold i have no home from dusk to dawn threw thick and thin yet i stiil feel hope within a spark of fire from the flame is it hope am insane?
Freedom Fire Chapter 2: When a Dragon Wishes for Freedom
Knowing that they could have potential friends, he did the same to some other untouched foods, hoping the dragons eating them later were getting this withdrawal seraphor was getting, and he hoped what he did wasn't seen by those on charge.
Contemplate Hope
#8 of poetry written in the kyrielle style as seen in my writers blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/05/21/in-the-beginning/ _ **contemplate hope** `` _ _the world around me spins about,_ _and gives my thoughts a grain of doubt._ _while on
"Him"
What felt like forever happened in mere moments of comatose The feel of his body against my own as we made our way in what seemed to be ethereal motions His smile, his warmth, the beat of our harmonic hearts His body of massive yet delicate...
Water
, of the dreams of yesterday and the hopes of tomorrow.
I feel the siren's call
I feel the siren's call. It harkens me back unto its murky waters. The sonorous sound is delicate like a lover's sweet embrace. But I've been drowned before by its host beneath the waves. Yet it still sings to me and pulls towards my fate. I resist but...
Hope is like a shield.
This week's writing challenge: "hope is a brandished shield, but the loss of hope is a knife to the heart." timotay in trouble.