Tink and Peter CH. 10CH. 10 GoodbyeTink and Peter CH. 10 by ~gadsdy
Tinkerbell slowly waved her hand in front of the queen’s face to test if she could see anything. Watcherlyn grabbed Tinkerbell’s arm and scolded her with a stern look.
“Don’t berate the girl, Watcherlyn. Her curiosity is admirable.” Said Queen Esmintu. Still, only the mouth moved. Chills went down Tinkerbell’s spine as the queen spoke.
“Can you see us?” Tinkerbell asked; leaning in toward the queen as if intending to kiss her. No physical reaction came from the queen in response to the invasion of her personal space.
“I can sense you.” Said the queen “Your hopes,
WinterThis WinterWinter by ~gadsdy
He Stands Under a Tree
Back to Last Year
Minus twenty degrees
He Stood Similarly
Then Cursing the Air
Emotions Laid Bare
Now He Stops
To Smell the Flowers
Those that have power
To Survive the Frost
Like He Had Once Done
He Held a Gun
Straight to His Temple
It Would Be Simple
His Fingers Graze the Bark
Where It Once Appeared
A Familiar Face
That Previous Year
Impossible, He Thought
It Couldn’t be True
Was It Flashes of Life
Due to Being Near Death
Or Tricks of the Light
Reflecting off Frozen Dew
He Closes His Eyes
Opens Them Back
And Sees What He K
The Creation of Love: An Ancient FairytaleThe universe was lonesome in her vastnessThe Creation of Love: An Ancient Fairytale by ~gadsdy
It was not enough
She needed more emotion to fill her head space
And so created love
It came to her in pieces slow but surely molded
One by one
Birthed from all eternity were the parts of love
Each a son
The first was strong and stoic with his mother
So she loved him more
Hate he let bounce off his armored heart
And so he’s named amor
A second son came quickly speaking, saying
Words and slang
With him the flattering phrases flowed freely
And so he’s called sayang
Now the third was an ever curious boy
Needing to know things fast
Questions about love were all that he spoke
He was aptly
The Downside of Dreams, chap. 1John stood.The Downside of Dreams, chap. 1 by *HeadmistressMercedes
He stood stock still.
His lips were slightly puckered. His eyes were narrowed. His entire body was wound so tight it felt like it was going to shatter at any minute.
And he could tell that his was making Sherlock just a little uncomfortable.
The detective stood in John's flat, in all his trademarked dignity: dark grey peacoat with the collar characteristically turned up, hands stuffed into the deep pockets. A deep blue scarf tied around his neck, a splash of colour against his black suit jacket and white shirt. Dark umber curls flowing in spirals over his head, which he held high and mighty, like he always did. His face stoic
Poetry Contest ~ The Best of You ~ Last Day!Hello, everyone! Our new contest is still open and there are lots of subscriptions, points, requests, and features to win! The deadline was extended to May 1st and we will accept entries for the rest of the day. You can read all about the contest below and check out our other group news here: http://live-love-write.deviantart.com/journal/Important-Group-News-Please-Read-368024735Poetry Contest ~ The Best of You ~ Last Day! by #Live-Love-Write
The Best of You
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It all StartedThe story starts in a small apartment building just off 7th street.It all Started by ~RaVen-277
Randy McMillin was a short man, shorter than most, and even smaller still then that. He was a dwarf. He got by on disability and a part time job working as a chip stocker at the casino. He would walk around and get the dealers more chips or take chips back to the pay out desks. It wasn’t the best job he could ask for, but it got him by. That is, until he moved here. Casinos were only over the border, and he couldn’t afford to move back just yet.
Standing outside his land ladies door, he took a deep breath and swallowed before rapping on the door. He held