“I'm not mad.” She whispered aloud, as if doing so would confirm it; make the words true. But if she wasn't mad, what was she? What else could explain the disconcerting hallucinations she witnessed? The concept of these questions scared her. Terrified that it was true, that she was indeed insane. She dared not let her mind linger.
A cold chill swept through the room, creeping up her spine, a thick and ghostly light mist clawing at her skin. It twisted into the forms of manlike creatures, constantly changing and contorting. And blood was everywhere.
Her fingers coated in the thick, dismal liquid, her nose filled with the
Echoing Through The Woods: It starts with a song by Le3k4Br4ins, literature
Literature
Echoing Through The Woods: It starts with a song
The air wavered with the notes of a sorrowful, longing love that wound their way through the trees, brushed against every blade of grass and danced with the leaves of every tree. Every part of the woods, made way for the music and guided it gently, to the ears of a lone Cælytes*. She sat, hunched with her back against a weeping willow as she listened, every note resounding through her, tugging and pulling on her insides.
Where this music came from, she hadn’t travelled to find out, even though it had been playing for several days now. When it had started, a week before, there had been pauses, notes that didn’t go and change
“I'm not mad.” She whispered aloud, as if doing so would confirm it; make the words true. But if she wasn't mad, what was she? What else could explain the disconcerting hallucinations she witnessed? The concept of these questions scared her. Terrified that it was true, that she was indeed insane. She dared not let her mind linger.
A cold chill swept through the room, creeping up her spine, a thick and ghostly light mist clawing at her skin. It twisted into the forms of manlike creatures, constantly changing and contorting. And blood was everywhere.
Her fingers coated in the thick, dismal liquid, her nose filled with the
Echoing Through The Woods: It starts with a song by Le3k4Br4ins, literature
Literature
Echoing Through The Woods: It starts with a song
The air wavered with the notes of a sorrowful, longing love that wound their way through the trees, brushed against every blade of grass and danced with the leaves of every tree. Every part of the woods, made way for the music and guided it gently, to the ears of a lone Cælytes*. She sat, hunched with her back against a weeping willow as she listened, every note resounding through her, tugging and pulling on her insides.
Where this music came from, she hadn’t travelled to find out, even though it had been playing for several days now. When it had started, a week before, there had been pauses, notes that didn’t go and change
“I'm not mad.” She whispered aloud, as if doing so would confirm it; make the words true. But if she wasn't mad, what was she? What else could explain the disconcerting hallucinations she witnessed? The concept of these questions scared her. Terrified that it was true, that she was indeed insane. She dared not let her mind linger.
A cold chill swept through the room, creeping up her spine, a thick and ghostly light mist clawing at her skin. It twisted into the forms of manlike creatures, constantly changing and contorting. And blood was everywhere.
Her fingers coated in the thick, dismal liquid, her nose filled with the
In about an hour, I've over doubled the amount of icons on my profile. Aahhh icons, how I love them. Though I do feel sorry for people trying to comment on my page cuz they have to go through it all...
Just an update on my life: I finished first series of Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion #CodeGeass (https://www.deviantart.com/codegeass), and I'm now watching the next series (same name but with R2 at the end) It's SOOOOO epic :iconcuterinplz::iconrinxdplz: On the down side, I sprained my ankle... Not like it matters: I'm watching anime, who cares if I can't walk!
Well, I haven't posted anything since the strange dream, and though I said I'd say stuff about my dreams, none of them have really compared.
Umm, just so I don't have to keep repeating myself, I won't be updating Never as Simple as Yes or No. I'm sorry, I really am, but one, I've realised how badly written it was, and two, I got up to having typed up chapter 7, when my computer deleted everything, and I don't really want top re-write it. also, in my head I've been changing the plotlines around, and allot of it isn't even focused on mikulen anymore. OTZ sorry...
On plus sides, I have been doing babysitting, for £25 each time, will be doing mo
My dream last night was so bizzarly weird. I'll tell y'all 'bout it.
First off, I WAS len. (that has NEVER happened before). yeah. that was weird. second professor mcgonnogal (i think that's spelled right) from harry potter was head teacher of my school and for some reason I can't quite remember, she shoved her hands down my/len's throat. weird i know. There was something about only one of the kagamine twins being able to survive and piko utatane's parents were two eels.
I know that normally while your in the dream, it makes sense until you wake up, but even in the dream i was thinking it was weird. i have a feeling i'll keep you up to date