All the souls of crumbled pages
Followed kings and murdered queens
Dripping fear across the ages
The forest seemed to grasp at us, tripping us, ensnaring us in its branches. The farther we ran the denser it became, until our pace slowed to a desperate crawl.
The woman was clothed in a flowing green gown of the lightest material, pale and almost transparent, it clung to her skin like my tongue clung to the roof of my mouth.
Nothing left to do but run, so I flee. I scurry up my tree, The Big It’s howl following me into my home…
A sneeze is a simple thing, unless it belongs to The Great Hippo Who Lives In the Center of the Earth. A sneeze belonging to such a hippo is a terrible thing indeed.
Hunger never made itself known, nor thirst, nor fear. Danger eluded him. Peace filled him and a sense of calm laid over him like a blanket.
For I sat outside the church of God,
It was the lords very own law,
That the devil couldn’t take me so near,
No the devil couldn’t me here…
The man removed his helmet and smiled at her. He was unbelievably, ridiculously, impossibly handsome. He was almost ugly he was so handsome.