Em tom ríspido Em tom cortante A resposta foi curta Curta demais “Me deixe só” “Vá embora” “Não” Silêncio Silêncio
Do you like what you see? – the three voices coming from inside the mirror said all together. – Yes
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