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a woman with her face painted like a tiger and a large tiger walking behind her
You probably won’t believe me when I say that this Tiger beside me is someone I love. He wasn’t always like that, our tribe has a curse placed on it long ago. It’s a ancient story. The men of our village will turn into Tigers for half the month while the last half of the month they are human. He only see’s me as a friend nothing more until the day this curse is broken. That’s why we are on an adventure together to find a way to break the curse placed on the men of our village.
two women dressed in black with an umbrella and snake on their head, standing next to each other
People ask who I am as I strut down the dirty, cobbled road. Their questions are petty, a waste of my time: Who is she? What is she? What are they? What's that thing coming out of her neck? Fools. They don't know. They know nothing. That "thing" is my whip, my weapon--my infliction of pain and punishment. I am not more than one being--I am me. I am one part my creator's, one part ruthless, and one part me. What am I? I still do not know. But I know one thing: I am danger. And you should fear me.
an old stone building with trees in the foreground and a photo of a castle on the other side
Eilean Donan Castle
They say it's drafty living in castles. I have to agree. Even ghosts, who feel eternally cold, can feel the wind cutting straight through us. But I am the keeper of this castle, and I must stay here for the rest of eternity. The choices I made during my life bound me to this place. The people I hurt, the horrible things I've done, they play over and over in these walls. I cannot escape my past. No one can. I can only hope that one day Brigid takes mercy on my soul and ends my suffering for good.
two fantasy creatures standing in the woods
hades and persephone 1 by sandara on DeviantArt
When Death met the flower maiden, he knew not what to say. They had not much in common. But still they gazed, and still he lingered. Persephone was puzzled; awed with a hint of fear. Death was magnificent, yet also menacing. She did not understand the presence of this looming shadow, eradicating the flowers he trod on. She herself had a light and quick step, barely touching ground. In the end, it was not enough to outrun him.
an image of the night sky with stars
Every night I find my gaze straying upwards, a clear view of the night sky sprinkled with stars through my bedroom window. Every night, I become more and more mesmerized. Who knows what lay beyond them, waiting to be discovered. A smile graces my lips as my eyes gently shut, knowing that I will one day be able to explore, to discover, to learn. One day, the stars will embrace me…their long lost friend.
Rill stood in the snow. The air bit at his skin. His eyes drifted across the white field to the gravestone. Tears pricked his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He went to the grave. His boots crunched on the snow. The grave was coated in a layer of snow. He brushed it off. “Father,” he said, his voice hoarse. Tears slid from the corners of his eyes. “I miss you.” He closed his eyes and bowed his head. When he looked back up, the name of his father stared back. Rill wiped his eyes and left. Simple Hairstyle For Boys, Danny Schwarz, Male Clothes, Ways To Wear A Scarf, Look Man, Herren Outfit, Mens Scarves, Cold Weather Fashion, Mode Masculine
Always Have . Always Will
Rill stood in the snow. The air bit at his skin. His eyes drifted across the white field to the gravestone. Tears pricked his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He went to the grave. His boots crunched on the snow. The grave was coated in a layer of snow. He brushed it off. “Father,” he said, his voice hoarse. Tears slid from the corners of his eyes. “I miss you.” He closed his eyes and bowed his head. When he looked back up, the name of his father stared back. Rill wiped his eyes and left.
a painting of a woman holding a bow and arrow in her hands while looking at the ground
Goodreads
I started archery when I was 9. My mother taught me and she always wanted me to learn to protect myself. She taught me how to fight, use a sword, and the basics of cooking and cleaning. We were always on the run until we came to Everwood. My mother told us that we were safe here. We lived and trained there peacefully until last night. There was banging on the church door where we live. My mother told me 2 go 2 Elkwood Castle & 2 look for a man named Rollo. But I have no idea where Elkwood is.
a woman in a long dress walking through a dark forest with light coming from her head
"Run, run, run," the winds moaned. The trees joined in. "Leave this wretched place, child!" "There's nothing left here..." the flowers whispered. And so she ran.
a man in a suit and hat leaning against a wall
“Johnny I like you, you know this, but you got to pay up here soon. I can’t keep protecting you. Eventually you got to pay the cash, with interest. My boss is already looking past all the failures, like getting his men snatched by the feds and is simply asking for his payment back with a little bit extra money. Johnny, I mean come on, you can’t get any better than that. Now tell me. Did you bring the money we asked?” *Johnny is still* “It’s been nice knowing you Johnny.” *Cocks gun and shoots.*
a woman with long hair standing in the water
YA Author Chrys: Archive
She would not allow herself to be traded. No peace treaty could change her mind. She hadn’t started this war, the men did and they ought to pay for it. Leluna’s gaze lingered back towards the castle and her mother and sisters. Ignoring the ache she felt for her family, she allowed her anger to power her legs through the bog towards freedom. Murky water climbed up her dress staining the elegant fabric of her far from utilitarian gown. Without time to spare, the dress would have to do, for now.
a flock of birds flying over a field under a cloudy sky with the word jesus above it
Hermit. Fifth
The dream began the same each time. A lone figure stood before me. Though his face was hidden in a deep hood, a deep red glow seemed to emanate from within it. This was the point where I usually woke up, but for some reason, tonight was different. My feet continued toward the figure, while my mind screamed in silence. As I finally reached the figure, he lowered his hood, releasing a flock of crows that flew directly at me. I was still screaming when I finally awoke.
a woman with dark hair and blue eyes holding her arm up to her chest, looking at the camera
"Please stay with me," I begged him, tears rolled down my face. I kept my hands together over his heart as I struggled to use the vast amount of power needed to heal him. A second later I was jerked away, my eyes flew open and I screamed, "No! He'll die! Please let me help him!" I looked up as a town solider laughed softly and dragged me away. Fury slowly replaced my despair; with a flick of my wrist, the soldier fell to the ground. I ran to resume my position, but it was too late, he was gone.
a man and woman kissing under the water
Every night I have the same dream, each night I would dream of a deep lake. I would be standing at the edge of the bridge and looking into the waters. Down below I would see something swimming. Not knowing what else I could do I jump into the lake. Everything in the lake lit up and sparkled and then he appears. A beautiful boy wearing only a necklace, the rest of him was naked but he had fins like a mermaid from his waist down. He came towards me and then kisses me on the lips, then I wake up.
an open book sitting on top of a grass covered field next to a line of books
The book road | Love Fotos
I take a deep breath as I walk the familiar path to my personal tree. Under its green leaves, I can lose myself in a new world. My toes sink into the grass as my excitement blossoms. My footsteps lead my further into a new world; a world where a book can only take me, a world where, for once in my life, I feel at peace.