I was once a cherished possession, a treasured relic in the home of a wealthy family. Crafted from pure silver and decorated with intricate engravings, I was a magnificent pocket watch. My presence brought elegance and sophistication to the lives of those who owned me. But fate had a different plan, thrusting me into a world of darkness and despair.
By M3 months ago in Fiction
In verse unbound, a tale is spun, A poem crafted, a web tightly spun, Words dancing, swirling, free to roam, Guided by rhythm, finding a home.
By M3 months ago in Poets
In a realm where words dance and intertwine, A poem whispers secrets, a tale so fine. But delve deeper, my friend, and you shall see,
Amidst the stars, a feeling blooms, Beneath the moon, the night exhumes. Celestial whispers, secrets untold, Dancing with darkness, stories unfold.
A beauteous alphabetical array, Brimming with verses, bright and gay, Celebrating each letter's sway, Dance with words, a joyful play.
EXT. THE BAR KYRA WORKS AT - IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT KYRA I quit! KYRA throws her towel onto the kitchen floor. KAYLA
As the sharp bitter cold wind howled through the snow-covered peaks of the Alps, a group of adventurers embarked on a daring winter hike. They were in pursuit of something extraordinary — the secret frozen waterfall hidden deep within the heart of the mountain range.
I always believed that my purpose in life was to bring joy and convenience to the people around me. As a misplaced item, I had an extraordinary ability to disappear from one spot and magically reappear in the most unexpected places. I thrived on the thrill of being discovered, of causing a momentary panic followed by a sigh of relief when I was found. But little did I know that my purpose would take an unexpected turn.
In the mysterious depths of the Black Forest, nestled amongst the dense foliage, stood the formidable Schloss Wolfenstein. A grand castle that had stood for centuries, it held secrets and stories that sent shivers down the spines of the villagers in the neighboring town of Eisenstadt. Legends of ghosts and ghouls, whispers of dark rituals performed within its walls, and the chilling echoes of tortured souls that still lingered.
By M3 months ago in Horror
Purple, red blue. Green, orange, yellow. Plum, cherry, blueberry. Lime, mandarin, banana. Healthy, healthy, healthy. Purple stripes, so we put up a fight.
In the sprawling court of Genghis Khan, where power and wealth intertwined, a mysterious figure silently walked amidst the chaos. Known only as Shadow, this enigmatic person was a spy with a purpose. With every move and gesture, Shadow weaved an intricate web of deceit, unraveling the secrets that lay hidden in the great conqueror's empire.
By M4 months ago in History
Rudy was now coming back inside from his cigarette break, walking over to join Tim, Sandra, and me at the end of the bar. “I think that woman out there is something strong.” Rudy said, pointing out toward the figure of a woman standing outside the window to the bar. “She randomly came running around the corner, so at first I wasn’t sure if she needed help, but then she started acting even weirder and kicking at stuff while making weird mumbles.”
By M4 months ago in Criminal