Honeysuckle whispers came from room 13, tightening on my ears like jumars with each passing hotel patron. They came in reality's gloaming & rose vernal to midnight perceptions, making old paths seem grim with sanguine love songs.
"They're just people."

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I stand underneath a kraken sun, breath frosted as wildflowers fluttering before snow. They've plucked love notes from his voice that adorns my air. No fairytale leavings could make me feel invisible here. I'll diverge from secluded paths to rest upon our pages.

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Movement
Twisted
Memories (PG-13)
Done
Cordial
Lambent
Option
Loud
Author
Forever Autumn
Possessive Arms
Boot

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Time can be a tight fist trying to catch rain while hiding beneath an oak tree whose foliage is thicker than closed minds. I'd rather let it be fluid as the water between the hills near...#ProjectFairytale 1/2

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Each page heard was a fragrant sigh. They roused sacred spirits into the air and forged opportunities to make friends with what could've remained foreign. I made it a...#MondayFic 1/2

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Freedom is Halmeoni's hand-sewn, perfumed blanket hanging in the late spring breeze, each stitch a dream she swears on the seeds planted in her garden. In her eyes, I see timeless celebrations going up and downstream in equal measure.

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Once upon a still winter sat a young girl called Aeliana. Her eyes carried rivers' glimmer and blooms arose upon her light in seasons where death was more... 1/3

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We can't get refunds on bad moments or omit the motley of sorrows and confusion they'd stored in our hearts, but we can allow spiritual king vultures with their... 1/2

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Rumours can be delectable things once the delirium ceases & breath trembles toward sideways fate. Suppose their armada of laughter at another's forced ruin had changed earlier. I needn't bother. 392

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My legs are tired from peddling down this river—a mix of tears & ink that saved me in earlier days. Their goal may be warm but inexperience misleads. Smiles are invigorating when they're not solely a choice.

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We chased webbed lights from windows during storms, your hands sandwiching mine from icy gusts seeping in. It made darker nights seem bright. The past appears ordinary until you tell yourself it isn't. We need to feel the rain before leaving everything behind.

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She walks with
Barely restrained fire
A path of flame and ember
Embrace her inferno and
disgrace
Until no hesitancy
Remains

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Such glory in far fractals, making senses brittle when they twine w/ our sights. Like a picturesque vertigo from great heights from the adventurous torn love between clouds & falling snow.

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The theme for 8.31 is TANGLED inspired by the song Sunflower by Harry Styles.

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Red Riding Hood's consciousness darkened. When the world's light restored itself, she awoke beneath a wooden chair—the type made for a mama bear—next to a coat of wolf's fur made for a smaller heir. "Hello, little one. I'm Mother Goose."

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Bristles on my bones were wiped away by the encompassing wind, its poetry howling lavender in my ears. We drank in razor greens and blues, tasted bright belief in each breath. What a day to be with friends again. 1

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W/ moonlight decorating his shoulders in faded blooms, he lifted the lid. There was but a small gate at the bottom. He imagined what it could be hiding—until a gentle melody & yesteryear's sunshine.

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When it was time for capricious skies to welcome our constellations, we'd stand at the littoral to watch the sea become Sun's womb again, our eyes ready to be ensnared by the stars' content twinkling on small ripples. 1

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I welcomed the premature spring, its showers refreshing as the rare snowy breeze amid scorching summer afternoons. It greeted us late this year. Even the evergreens we'd gifted flowers every April 1st seem sad.

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