He looks like a Scandinavian Gypsy. With twin tail, under the beanie hat. His red flannel shirt waves along his long stride when walking, sleeves roll up to the elbow, revealing tattoos of fishes and octopus. His shirt has a Mickey Mike half hidden under the belly.
His jean is a bit ripped, but manage to looks like the most expensive out of all his outfits.
His shoes? I don’t see it. Nor does he ...
“Hey!” The boy yelled, the corner of his eyes raised by the blowing winds, a grinning smile on his face.
“What?” The girl replied, flicking her wand, splashing spells to keep the wyverns away.
“I’m not afraid anymore!”
She turn back to the his face has closed up, his voice no longer hesitant.
“I like you.”
She was shocked. The wind’s howl must have deafened her ears, then:
“What in the god ...
A misplace.
A fluttering dream.
Just like another stone, broken off from the road, destined to be kicked far away.
Yet like a dying cocoon, it sprung it lines toward fates, trying to hold back what it’s not supposed to have.
And it wonders.
Will the man laugh again, will he again cry because of something that’s important to him.
Throughout the years, it held his hand to build statues engrav...
“Are you sure this is the one? It doesn’t look a single bit like it.”
I was practically yelling into the phone, as my uncle was checking the map.
“No it said it’s right there”
‘What is right “there?” I hold back the urge to punch him through the phone, and check the address again.
The bronze plate was decade old rusty, with barely visible lines squashed together in a manner that I doubt even...
As Lucas struggle to not drop Alicia down, they finally cross the Portal. A stream of black fluid, bursting from the ground, narrowly miss the tip of Alicia’s tail by a hair’s width.
The two look back in horror, when the city was sunken into the pool that is spiraling inward. The centre, the building and everything collapse, yet one remained. There, on top of the tower, they see a glowing dot, fl...