Tag: Inspiration
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Wanderer
Silently, she slips between the realms like the flicker of a candle’s flame an ethereal glow, full of substance yet not solid shadows pass through the light parts as light the dark she watches and waits deciding whether to stay or to wander further along her repeated journey through the night
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Daintiness
Daintiness becomes More so, when as a giant, You pick flowers. Oops. Posted for Eugenia’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt, Daintiness
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The Zombie Kokey
You put your left leg in You leave your left leg there You raise your right arm up You fling your hand in the air You turn your head right around It doesn’t stop where you stare Knees creak Arms snap Aarghh aarghh aarghh! Ooooh, the zombie kokey… Ow, the zombie kokey… Eee, the zombie…
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Werewolf
Twenty per cent wolf, eighty per cent human. Nobody knows the difference. Well, not quite nobody. The Hunters know. And their hounds. They can tell the difference, by smell, I think. The hounds especially. But I can smell them too. I know when they’re close. I hide within groups of people when they’re close. They…
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Wrapped and Draped
Dusty and dirty Musty and murky Wraps unravelling Draping, peeling Reeking Seeking Arms outstretched Gaunt face with hollow eyes Hypnotised Slowly waking Creaking Aching Tomb not holding Freedom waiting Mine for the taking … But I’m petrified
The Mansionic Perspective 