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The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes...
Use this sentence as the opening or closing line of a story.
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I examined myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful like always. I felt beautiful. My golden blonde curls fell perfectly against my bare shoulders. I was wearing a light pink ball gown with golden bodice ties. Golden roses lined my belt. I wore golden heels and I had a pink rose in my hair.
I looked gorgeous.
My little sister, Charity, ran into the room. She looked gorgeous. She wore a pink dres...
It wasn’t always like this
At least, it wasn’t when she tried remembering things and how they were
She tried to remember how it was in her mind. Her palace with its beautiful sky blue walls and hardwood flooring. The sunlight coming in through the windows as golden beams, spilling across the dark floors and her bed with sheets brighter than the very clouds in the sky. And while it was built on w...
The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes. It had been easier to live enthralled in, and convinced by, fantasy. It had been easier to make every decision based on “what could be”, rather than what was.
Faith, belief, hope… it all has its place. Now, however, the obvious need for an element of logic was undeniable. All people, including herself, were fallible. ...
The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes. She fell to her knees at the sight of what she had done to herself. She was blind for so long, thinking “it’s fine, im okay”, she had let her inner demons win and she didn’t even know it. She was reaking from her poor self-care choices. She hadn’t bathed in days, her room and her “safe space” have been cluttered and dir...
Everything looked new and fresh. Like a traveler wandering in a new place. Observing, smiling and experiencing new sights, sounds, smells and experiences.
She asked herself, “Is this a dream, am I awake”.
A bicycle whizzed by her, quickly she stepped to the side. Gathering her thoughts, “I am not dreaming”. She continued walking. She was tired and thirsty and decided to return home....
The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes. She looked into a pair of familiar gold flecked green eyes. She took stock of the rest of his features, long auburn hair, a deep scar that cut across his jaw, which was covered in stubble. He was wearing a jade green tunic with Aurelia’s insignia emblazoned across the chest. If it weren’t for his eyes she’d consider him...
THE SPELL BROKE and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes. Her eyes widen in terror, lips urging to scream, and feet ready to run for the door. She wishes to leave but she can’t! Not in this red floorlength dress she had to haul her closet for and not in this luxurious candlelit dinner that her Tinder date will be paying for! “Is there something wrong, Jane?” The man across the...
The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes.
Like the sluggish familiar feeling of waking up from a deep dream. She was lost for just a moment, her memories soon rushing back like a raging current.
Then she remembered.
And then came the pain.
The pain of what has passed, of what she had lost, and who she must now become.
Could she do it? Live with the memori...
My imagination consumes me
Ever drowned
Flying to the sun?
Cause I wasn’t even given that.
Music echos
In the chamber you call my brain
Yet
I only see a mask.
Empty swirls
Leading to the sea of my soul
Listlessly rocking
The pain my pearls,
I’ve wasted centuries away
Crumbling chamber
Of xylophone ribs
And a piano heart
But this tune I play
Feels irregular,
Fluttering.
Let my soul out
I’m so mel...
“What do you know of dungeon innards?” The dwarf spat onto the grass next to his cart.
“Only tales Naz. I have no desire to find out first hand.”
“Typical elf.”
“Typical dwarf.”
Nahar laughed. A deep guffaw that made his beard tremble. Most conversations flirting on accusation ended up this way. It was their bond. Laughing was scarce since the gates at Ang Cahir opened to breathe creep...
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