Sleeping Crystals

Fated Opposites

No! Don’t come any closer! – she thundered hysterically. – Do you want to die?! Just hold my hand! –

Time was not the same while inside the graveyard, as mourning of the living had a singular effect upon such

It was just a normal day for Thurian, studying and collecting glowing crystals as he would usually do. The young

Here’s a sneak peek at the setting of the next story I’m attempting to write as I practice creative writing.

Flask of Cursed Spirits Trembling hands as he reaches for the last ingredient, pours one drop. When finally, malicious spirits

No! Don’t come any closer! – she thundered hysterically. – Do you want to die?! Just hold my hand! –

Twenty Words Tuesday – Week 40 The Search Nolt ran his fingers along the mossy walls of the black tower.

A worn out notebook Blank pages A mind’s best friend A lost soul’s true companion. Twisted words, written backwards But

Pierce of daggers Daggers of witchery Tainted by the enemy’s blood Corrupt intruder With its lack of permission To enter

Ms Bitter comes back With its wrinkled pale skin and haunting aura Ms Bitter pays me a visit every now

Grab your scissors And cut the paper Always on the line Never leave the line. Cut precisely on the lines

This scroll is about a rabbit who lives in the jungle. According to my vast knowledge about the beasts from

Afraid is not the right term, Perhaps, blocked it is With two crossed swords. Guard is up When guard is