Talecatching

can i hunt your dinosaurs?

All the ingredients
can be mixed and shaken up
spice can be too hot
a litle bit of this and that

Things on the scales
usd to be weighed by weights
if not correct
wouldn't balance right

Talia hopes that Aunt Rosalind would be able to put her mind at ease. But once there, she finds herself in a new dilemma

it's a poem. i cannot tease you more than that...

The Cobweb Queen

Her minions jump, sing and dance around
But to you or me
They are never seen
And never make a sound

On this cold dark night
Among a group of trick or treaters

She’s my twin, Rene. But we are not identical. For one, Rene’s voice is much higher than mine.
I also hate dolls.

Once upon a dreamy night, a maiden slept tormented by fright,
From wild dreams, placed upon her by a bitter enchantress whose power would astound,

dancing on feet of golden sorrow
prancing on streets of molten tomorrow
we wait
fleeting down streams with blazing ships
beating down dreams with thrashing whips
we advance

And just remember, that I changed so much for you.

Incandescent light fills the room. She awakens from a deep slumber. A thick haze fogs her thoughts and blurs her vision. It hurts to move - even one muscle.

A spiral of curls,
Cascading down her shoulders,
Her hair the colour of fire,
The flames danced across her shoulders,
Falling and combusting like tiny fireworks,
Exploding with exuberence -

The sun, the sun, it fell down again
Get ready for everlasting night
Purposeless were his warnings to the people
Because he had always lied

Faceless horrors from another place

I can feel myself fading away,
Everyone their time,
But I silently beg, please, not today.
There is only darkness, I yearn for light,
I slip deeper under,
I know I'm loosing the fight.

A Autumn picnic that ends with spilt blood and broken hearts. A little piece of free association writing.

you've seen them, right?

Just snatches of rubbish.

An idyllic scene of countryside immortality.

A writing challenge prompted by : http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/photo-of-the-day/m...

CHAPTER THREE

Just then someone knocked on the door. Kara took a step back and looked at Leena whose eyes had widened.
“Leena?” a woman’s voice called. “Are you still awake?”

this is what i heard, anyway...

“I don’t know…” she said.