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The tulips and bleeding hearts swayed as the knight walked past them, towards her shrine, Golden flowers in hand. The chimes sang a delicate melody to announce his arrival. The knight's armour shimmered as he stepped into the dark hall. The sun shone on him from behind, casting a halo around him when he took off his helmet to reveal a familier and friendly face that had not changed since the goddess was free to roam. He gazed upon the altar where a golden statue of the goddes

The mask was hard to see through. After countless drinks between songs, I could barely see the guests' masks as I spun and twirled amongst them, strumming my lute. All they were were fake smiles, nothing more. I spun to face the king and queen, all dressed in icy blue. They lifted their glasses to me as I skipped towards them, singing the tale of their kingdom’s glory. I danced around their thrones, hearing their laughter and giggles as true, triumphant smiles graced their

Her whispers made my ears hurt. I turned over, throwing an arm over the woman who shared my bed. She turned over too, a soft smile gracing her sleeping face, just as I remembered, just like the first time I met her. The sleepiness subsided as my vision focused on the girl in front of me; it wasn’t HER. The woman in front of me didn’t have the same bright sparkle as her, didn’t have the eyes that saw through to my soul when I first met her, and didn’t have the same expressive

We stood amongst the graves on the summer's day looking at one another In silence In stillness As the dead watched us and the words that remained unsaid Maybe it was the way the sun laid effortlessly across your face that I fell into your embrace with arms so strong and hands so soft You took my heart and wrapped it in cloth The name I called out longingly which tasted so sweet begrudgingly fell numb and cold As I tried to call your name no longer felt the same no

The hoard moved in unison down the long road. Every bone sang each time they took a slow step forward. I snuck out of bed every night to watch the skeleton army from the small window. They never looked up, they never said a word, but they patrolled the city all the same. I asked everyone at school if they had ever seen the skeleton army, but I was the only one. I drew them every chance I had at school, hoping that at some point, Miss Bailey or Mum would believe me. When I

I have done this before I have been here before There is comfort in my endless cycle I try to break free from this loop of mine I no...

Maybe I brought the Rot upon myself Infected by my own thinking Infected by my own words The Rot isn’t something you can see as it...

A small, ruined kingdom sits in silence as golden leaves sweep the streets people used to tread. Houses that were once upon a time...