I had an interaction recently that inspired this story. I truly hope you enjoy reading what I have for offer today. There once was a builder. Of a strong fazique and softest hands. The only thing that plagued her, was that she had very few friends. She loved the ones she had, and charished them … Bleeding hands
The Wisp Christmas Lady Her small, slippered feet moved swiftly but silently down the smooth wooden stairs they’d polished just the night before. It was 3 AM, and this was her Christmas tradition — one she’d followed for years, ever since she was a slip of a girl. She was up, making coffee to keep … The wisp Christmas lady.
A flowers life In stillness deep, where waters thrive, A sadness keeps, a flowers life. Their tender hues, once bright and bold, Now fade beneath the waters dark clammy cold. As red or pink as a bleeding heart when their cycle ends, another must start. For love they sought in stories untold, A story of … A flowers life.
The story Hello everyone, here is the story of Eleuna in Elaina, Light in the darkness. Part 1. The wind breezed through the ancient forest that she’d soon step into, her heart full of happiness that she was now free, and departing the place she’d been in her whole life. She stood there, her form … Light in the darkness, Part 1.