Twilight
Prism: MemoriesAfter Rugwyn had put Caraec to bed in their small, two-bedroom apartment, he went in the kitchen and sat down. It was a quaint little kitchen and smelled of herbs and spices. Over the years, Rugwyn had learned to put together some fabulous dishes. Caraec would call him the “Extraordinary Cook.” That is, when the Faerie wasn’t drunk. At that certain point in time, however, food was the last thing on the elf’s mind.Prism: Memories
The girl in the club, he could remember her face as if she were standing in front of him at that moment. Her resemblance to another took him back
Prism: Familiar FacesDreams…Prism: Familiar Faces
As she walked along the valley of the shadow of death, Orina dreamed among the lost souls. At first, she was overlooked. The pale figures were lost in their own sorrows. As she walked further into the valley, the souls took notice. They cried out to her. She couldn’t hear them for their voices were inaudible. What she did hear was a high shrill noise. It kept getting louder and louder.
“I can’t hear you!” She cried out but the souls only became mo
Research
I am so honored
--
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
--
~Strangers are just friends waiting to happen~
--
Dubito ergo cogito, cogito ergo sum, sum ergo Deus est.
--
(i need criticism) Aqui estoy. de nuevo con un lapiz en mi mano derecha.
--
Photography account
*seamanarts
Previous Page12Next Page