Aspiring author.🖋️ I am here to grow. 🌿 Bibliophile & Book dragon.📖🐉 With a love of all things dark & romantic🥀🗝️🏹🌙✨
Aspiring author.🖋️ I am here to grow. 🌿 Bibliophile & Book dragon.📖🐉 With a love of all things dark & romantic🥀🗝️🏹🌙✨
Hope is a bridge between love and despair,
A shining beacon of light is found there.
Joy is a bridge between living and death,
A way to cope with all of life’s heft.
Peace is a bridge between understanding and hate,
A better place for those who disagree to wait.
With every up there’s a down, every smile a frown,
But we can treasure those silver linings, wear them like a crown.
A light against ...
The ocean had always been linked with her life, Morgan’s namesake, her Mam’s source of income and Pa’s, setting off to trade with the neighbouring isles as she played on the docks with the other children. It is the hub of their small town, where everything new arrived. The colours of spices and fabrics being unloaded, smell of salty sea and sweat from sailors.
“Morgan! Morgan!”
Mam’s shrill voic...
Perspective is everything on a sunny afternoon surrounded by by laughing children and wary mothers this playground would seem a world away from what it was now. The swings where parents would push their bundles of joy into the sky sat desolate in the dusk light, the chains creaking in the soft breeze. Towers of the climbing frame pierced the sky as if it were draining the light from it, plunging t...
Rea stood under the shade of a Yew, shifting her weight from foot to foot. The smell of woods moss, dirt and rotting leaves wrapped around her, the only noise were of the animals settling in for the night her only company as she waited.
“Come on, come on where are they?” Rea muttered as anxiety bloomed in her stomach.
A snap of a twig to the West had her whirling to face the noise, she slipped in...
Time was up, though none of them knew it, Lilura did. Standing in this massive cavernous hall walled with black marble rising to meet a ceiling of stars, that was supported by the large carved pillars, seven to be exact. Each a representation of her infernal circles true forms, for each of the sin’s that now lay in wait behind the ghostly visages they had conjured up to remain undetected.
As they...
Her feet pounded the frost packed dirt as she raced through the trees, knowing now exactly how the deer felt being hunted. The shouts of men echoed towards her as she flung her self over a fallen oak scraping her palms, she just had to clear these last few meters and dive into the hollow cleft under the roots of Rowen and Yew that form a tunnel to the shores of the Shrouding.
They laid their dead...
The smell of dirt and moss found its way into her nose as she stepped into the cavernous space, the tunnel she emerged from gave way to a large chamber. Though they had to get to this place by underground tunnel the high ceilings were cracked allowing the sunlight to pierce the darkness. This explained the forest and plants that had grown though sickly and distorted due to the limited light.
“Oka...