Bird Cage: Help MeBird Cage: Help MeBuried deeply beneath the earth and soilIn chains, burdened with endless toilRavenous and starving for warmth and loveDelilah stares with longing at the stars above.Closed as the ceiling is, shuttered in stealAnd despite the cold burn her eyes would feelGlancing ceaselessly at the armed men, she dreams;Escape was a hope she entertains, as far as it seems.Harmless she may be: malnourished and weakEnvious of birds: they have what she seeksLook, she whispers, look down herePlease come to me for my time is nearMay she cry and shout as hard as she could;Ever the prisoner in her cell under the woods.
L'Ombre de l'Ecrivain“L’enfer n’est pas sur Terre, c’est un lieu qui n’existe que dans nos têtes. »Le mouchoir était d’un blanc perle, quelques vignes encadraient les bords en se tortillant, des fées se cachant dans les coins. Il était accroché à son chapeau par un petit ruban rouge avec un nœud qui, à chaque mouvement qu’elle faisait, se défaisait un peu plus. Dan la regardait avec un petit sourire, assis sur son fauteuil au Soleil avec la brise qui lui soufflait dans les cheveux. L’après-midi idéal pour un peu de lecture dehors. Elle avait une robe légère et remettait sans cesse son chapeau en place, ombrageant son visage. Il n’arrivait pas à distinguer un seul trait de sa tête autre que ses longs cheveux roux qui lui descendait en cascade rougeoyants jusqu'à la taille. Il se sentait heureux, sans aucune raison, content de n’avo
Trip gone horribly wrong! [GT Rp Starter]Your friend smiled at you wildly. "Can you believe it? We're going to Hawaii! I told you sending all those letters was a good idea!" They practically yelled, throwing stuff into their suitcase next to you. Huh, Hawaii. Though you're still a bit suspicious, you pack your bag as well. Within the hour, you're off to the ship.Everything starts out okay; you get some drinks with your friend, talk a bit, have a wonderful dinner to tie together the night. As you're walking back to your room, an alarm sounds off. It's the captain, warning that waters are a bit rough, and it may cause the ship to rock. Nothing too serious. Your nerves spike a bit, but your friend calms you down. You fall asleep easily enough with the rocking of the ship.Suddenly, you feel hot. A seagull caws above your head, and cold water crashes against your lower half. Hawaii? Not exactly. You open your eyes and directly in front of you is... a giant shoe? No! A giant! You're stuck at the waters edge without many options.
The Lousy TipperDeath took the stairs one step at a time. His cloak rustled quietly against his bones.The shadows he passed reached out to him, curling towards him, melding with his shadowy cloak.Where his skeletal feet touched the carpet they left an almost inky residue, printing the intricate picture of the tiny bones on the fabric, only to be swept up by his trailing cloak without a trace.Although they probably should have, his bones did not creak as he moved and he advanced in a sliver of utter silence but for the sound of shadows lapping at his feet.He carried his burden with a reverence usually reserved for the most holy of relics. He supported its squarish form on the tips of his outspread fingers – balanced without even the barest of trembles. In his other hand he gently swung his scythe in what little area the stairwell permitted. Death stepped out into a narrow hall. He noted the mould encroaching across the walls and the odd stains on the carpet and something akin to
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