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.
Pierce of daggers Daggers of witchery Tainted by the enemy’s blood Corrupt intruder With its lack of permission To enter
Twenty Words Tuesday Week 38 ✦ Page of Wish “The words he written down, flew from his notebook. He reached
More than ever, I think I find myself trying to tell myself to keep believing in magic. Magic, fantasy, the
Part 5 – Darkness Retreats After days of storm and seeking for places to hide, the traveler began to question