I stare at my winged reflection
as I glide silently along
the still glass of the moonlit lake,
listening for the rattling hum and flutter
of beetles in flight.
Fireflies bounce and bobble
in the reeds of the shoreline,
oblivious to their fate,
as I dive and open my beak.
Driving late at night Bright green lights whirling above Almond eyes greet me
We huddled in the dark closet for what seemed like forever, our hearts pounding in our chests. The blood washed in my head, a tidal ebb and flow with each be...
Prickly pointy spikes Drawing blood with slightest brush Struggling to survive
Dwaithelord — an honorific for the tribal leader of a coven of dwarven wraith soul stealers. Traditionally male, Dwaithelords are honor-bound to defend their...
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