It must be heresy, considering fables and lore I’ve been taught, to tell of how I prefer night, and its starry diamante pins studded over my crown of hair, as opposed to some glorious halo granted by the open glare of sun’s glow. But...
Out in the hinterlands abides Fen. Men banished from civilisation flock to her, where they’ll traverse her marshy plains, which thrive on giving their weights the slip whenever they grow too heavy on her. They are those men who run away after decades...
hey troops! wanna give a shoutout on the Scribbles and Bits challenge: 8 in so far and they are EXCELLENT! If you are thinking about trying the challenges.. take a look at the entries so far to see how it's done. what's been done with that...
In a far off forest in Canada Deep in the garden, lay the Goddess Beautiful was she,with hair silkier than yogurt From all over the land people came to...