Queen Briesef_The moon, pills and other wrong things_Destiny of Chris and Ping._My Mother's Song
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Queen Briesef
At the time of dark trees, when ambered skies turn purple.The Willow stands strong and tall, roots have all encircled.The faun plays his flute with the softest of breaths. The Sylphs and Nymphs emerge and set to the test.Then the mares come forth pawing the ground.Butterflies and fairies circle all around.As night falls, She emerges, The Queen." Briesef of the Lotus city I be.Look me up, I've been around since before there was land. From the dark cold of Chaos, I was born on the windswept bands.Stars that strike up from the spot that gets dark. That explodes in beauteous glory out of Spark.It ...
The moon, pills and other wrong things
There’s nothing much like being woken up in a body that is most definitely not your own. The familiar feeling of bedding you’ve never touched. A dress a might bit owww.onedoor.ccverfitted for sleeping.The swift timbre of a voice you only remember from your dreams.The blur of eyes that are not your own.It might’ve been a blessing to be nearly blind, if Lily hadn’t wanted to understand.It was still nothing to let go, when her body pulled her back.Whoever she was when she dreamed at night, was beautiful.But Lily knew full well what dreams were made of. Lies and memories.Lily Prince was halfway up from her own ...
Destiny of Chris and Ping.
For the quote saying “I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries I went, the world was on my side.”, a man named Chris always believes in this quote but his life was unlucky.His life is poor, unsuccessful and he had no wife. He thought his life was useless and he was worthless for anyone. He tried hard to find a job but he couldn’t get what he liked. When he was unlucky on the 11th of November, he bought a lottery no. 11 but he was unlucky as usual. One day, he got a recommendation from someone to visit the wisest man at the hill for advice to improve his luck. .During his journey, he...
My Mother's Song
Sunlight filtered in through the window. It scattered from wall to wall giving warmth to the cold, dusty air. I stood in the doorway, watching as the dust mites sparkled in the light and settled on my former belongings. My bed was situated right where it always had been. Pressed up against the far wall and wrapped in warm striped blankets and sheets. My desk was beside it, still carrying my piggy bank and white lamp. My posters were all hung up and the cloth ribbons draped around the ceiling. The window still shone on the far wall where, underneath it, glowing from the refracted sunlight,...