When Sandy met the fishmonger she had long given up on humanity. She lived in cottage in the highlands, writing stories and painting the mountains and trees and squirrels. When she needed anything she went on an hour walk to a little village by the nice loch. The village has a charming café, she thought sometimes.
But that day she had decided to get lost, for it was truly a fine day to do just tha...
The day Harriet returned was an awful day, to go down in the village’s history forever.
I remember a determined knock at the door halfway through tea that didn’t cease until I opened it.
There she lay, mutilated and bloody on the doorstep, unmoving save the wind in her hair.
Harriet wasn’t meant to return, you see- but she did, and the powerful forces that bind our world together punished her.
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Adelaide settled on talking to her shadow, who was very wise. The girl enjoyed the company of others but it was never as refreshing as the sickening comfort of the dark friend that sunk into her bones.
“What will I do, shadow?” she asked, making sure to maintain politeness.
~you have no choice but to play with his feelings too, young adelaide ~, grinned the abyssal presence.
“But, shadow, would...
Jean was peacefully drifting off, sinking into his bed’s comfort. He smiled warmly to reassure the sobs that grew with each passing moment.
“Bye, Rachel” he whispered huskily, eyes finally shut.
The content he felt in this moment was euphoric. The feeling of love that wrapped around him was a blanket, soft on his skin, a welcomed weight and warm.
The man opened his eyes and he saw nothing, the sp...
In 1955, Tolkien elaborated phonaesthetics which is the study of beautiful words regarding only the sound they make. He thought that cellar door was the most beautiful thing to hear.
Harriet was but a spoken word from the lips of no one. Her name used to fill me with happiness but now it drowns me in grief. For you see, a variable ultimately has no meaning and will disappear for no reason.
Harri...
As the prince’s lips touched the sleeping girl’s, he felt his own eyelids heavy. With a sob-like breath that wrenched his body and pulled at his lungs sharply, the dwarves watched as he too crumbled to the grassy floor.
“Oh dear,” Dopey told himself. And for once, the stupid little man was right, thought Grumpy as he looked upon the dreadful sight.
The prince’s face was a glassy, milk-white such a...