599 pts ยท November 24, 2014
The truth spins like a house on a grain of sand.
Apricots? Only three for me, thanks.
If a desk drawer is lonely, then the situation must be remedied by the International Corkboard Union.
Against the wolves and knives; against the storms and mortars; the woman bore it all with gritted teeth, and a smile in her heart.
Write the name, and slam the cartridge home! The sky calls to you.
Lords in the hills. Devils in the forest. Mortals on the Wall.
The door rose before them. One of the children stuck out a hesitant arm, and it swung open on its own.
From the other room, a rattling could be heard. Her hackles began to rise.
The river flows on, flashing with the light of dawn.
Gremlins have hoarded TV remotes for decades now. The buttons bring them joy.
A chair without legs is simply a country.
Graceful Everest. Thundering Everest. How it shines and glows! How it ebbs and flows.
None, save for the dormouse, himself.
None knew where it had come from.
The sky must be unraveled! Go forth with swords of onyx! The cloudbeasts stand ready.
The wardrobes regretted their inaction, but it was necessary. A line had to be drawn somewhere.
With walls, there is less to see.
Perhaps with raspberries, we shall conquer the moon!
If only jam blazed as brightly.
A rabbit that hops thrice must make rice to be nice!
The sun echoed her call, sending flare after flare roaring into the void. The tree laughed at her folly, but then the Song roared back.
The doorknob melted to a puddle on the floor when he reached for it. The door itself smiled and said, "Monkey needs a coat, Daniel. A coat!"
Some people chose to walk onward, into the hanging mists. Others remained by the mountainside. It was a sad day, but wonderful all the same.
Cranberries must always consider the repercussions of their actions. Their impact is much greater than that of butterflies.
The duckling turned away and shuddered. There was lighting in those eyes of course, but there was darkness as well. They hid too much.
Sometimes, although there are a thousand thousand ways to say something, it's better to just say it once.
Flames flicker, and then fade into the night. There're no more swords to forge. No more battles to be fought. Just cold, immortal silence.
Silent trees that watch as their brothers and sisters burn down; fearing they will be caught up. A forest that burns itself with inaction.
A thousand thousand swords stood planted on the ocean floor. Their engraving were ancient, but their purpose was older.
A cloud of petals leisurely drifted past the ship, as a soft hum swelled up and seemed to embrace the passengers. A blessing, hopefully.
In my dreams, I saw a castle. One that crested the horizon and dwarfed the mountains. From behind its walls, I could hear mummers and music.
Apricots? Only three for me, thanks.
If a desk drawer is lonely, then the situation must be remedied by the International Corkboard Union.
Against the wolves and knives; against the storms and mortars; the woman bore it all with gritted teeth, and a smile in her heart.
Write the name, and slam the cartridge home! The sky calls to you.
Lords in the hills. Devils in the forest. Mortals on the Wall.
The door rose before them. One of the children stuck out a hesitant arm, and it swung open on its own.
From the other room, a rattling could be heard. Her hackles began to rise.
The river flows on, flashing with the light of dawn.
Gremlins have hoarded TV remotes for decades now. The buttons bring them joy.
A chair without legs is simply a country.
Graceful Everest. Thundering Everest. How it shines and glows! How it ebbs and flows.
None, save for the dormouse, himself.
None knew where it had come from.
The sky must be unraveled! Go forth with swords of onyx! The cloudbeasts stand ready.
The wardrobes regretted their inaction, but it was necessary. A line had to be drawn somewhere.
With walls, there is less to see.
Perhaps with raspberries, we shall conquer the moon!
If only jam blazed as brightly.
A rabbit that hops thrice must make rice to be nice!
The sun echoed her call, sending flare after flare roaring into the void. The tree laughed at her folly, but then the Song roared back.
The doorknob melted to a puddle on the floor when he reached for it. The door itself smiled and said, "Monkey needs a coat, Daniel. A coat!"
Some people chose to walk onward, into the hanging mists. Others remained by the mountainside. It was a sad day, but wonderful all the same.
Cranberries must always consider the repercussions of their actions. Their impact is much greater than that of butterflies.
The duckling turned away and shuddered. There was lighting in those eyes of course, but there was darkness as well. They hid too much.
Sometimes, although there are a thousand thousand ways to say something, it's better to just say it once.
Flames flicker, and then fade into the night. There're no more swords to forge. No more battles to be fought. Just cold, immortal silence.
Silent trees that watch as their brothers and sisters burn down; fearing they will be caught up. A forest that burns itself with inaction.
A thousand thousand swords stood planted on the ocean floor. Their engraving were ancient, but their purpose was older.
A cloud of petals leisurely drifted past the ship, as a soft hum swelled up and seemed to embrace the passengers. A blessing, hopefully.
In my dreams, I saw a castle. One that crested the horizon and dwarfed the mountains. From behind its walls, I could hear mummers and music.