The Willow Maiden_Her_A World in Darkness and Peril_Surfacing
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The Willow Maiden
Once upon a time, there was a young fairy with hair of fire and eyes an emerald glow. She holds her hand on her heavily pregnant belly, laying in a bed of Cowslips and Red campions, singing to her unborn children, (Dúlamán by Celtic Woman) "A 'níon mhín ó, sinwww.onedoor.cc anall na fir shúirí A mháithairin mhín ó, cuir na roithléan go dtí mé Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach Dúlamán na farraige, be'fhearr a bhí in Éirinn Tá ceann buí óir are an dúlamán gaelach Tá dhá chluais mhaol are an dúlamán maorach Bróga breaca dubha are an dúlamán gaelach Tá bearéad agus triús are an dúlamán maorach Góide a thug ...
Her
“One glance at her was all I needed to know she was the one.” I wrote in my diary. “.…. well not literally of course! I’ve known her since elementary school. I know her favorite color- Purple-, her favorite song album- Folklore by Taylor Swift-, and I know the more detailed events like what her dream job is (artist). I could go on and on. I would but I don’t want to portray myself as a stalker, for I am just a lover. AND tomorrow’s the big day, this is what I’ve been working so hard for! This is the day I capture my diamond, my true soulmate, the light in my darkness...I mean it!” I finished...
A World in Darkness and Peril
Odorio stood on his balcony gazing at the pointy skyline and chatting away the trivialities of the day over his phone. Next to him was Mushi who meowed into the balmy air of the evening as Odorio stroked his back absently. It was an ordinary night- to the best of everyone's imagination. Odorio hung up his call, scrolled a couple of posts on social media, and as usual, reacted haha over a meme before in the most ordinary fashion, he turned to go back inside. Suddenly, he heard a muffled blast in the distance. A sound of something heavy falling and shattering onto the floor. Someone from inside ...
Surfacing
Amberella woke reluctantly, the bright dream fragments leaving her slowly but surely, though she fought to hold onto them- fought to recall the dream which had seemed so real, and had been filled to bursting with an emotion she’d never experienced before and couldn’t name. As the dream left her completely, a dull ache, filled with longing, replaced it.Opening her eyes languidly, she sat up and peered around the room vacantly, oblivious to the beauty of the amber walls that had long ago turned the dull green of the seaweed which floated freely about, undulating in the water gracefully. How lon...