Untitled Wonderland-PrologueA Heart's Game Strategy"Who is this girl?" a man, wearing a crown with heart-shaped jewels, asked. "She is the one who threatens your rule." the red and white jester answered, while holding a mirror with an image shining through. The dreamlike image was of a somewhat short girl with blue eyes and buttercream-highlighted, dark brown hair."A weakling like her couldn't win against me!""She is stronger than she looks, my lord. This girl is from the other world. It is said that she will be brought to this land. Whichever of the four Suit princes captures her heart, that prince shall be the new ruler of Wonderland. And it may be she whoUntitled Wonderland-Prologue
Five Senses-Writing PracticeGolden Spring RainSight-Raindrops falling onto a clear surface, coming from the lightened clouds above. Instantly creating liquid gold when the drops splash. Reflecting the glowing, majestic orange and yellow sunset. The shimmering drops returning to clear-as-glass raindrops as the setting sun disappears behind a vibrant pink cloud.Smell-A spring evening. Cool, fresh air whispering to breathe it in, refreshing my body and soul. The scent of blossoming flowers, moistened soil and newly-fallen rain becomes intoxicating as each second passes.Sound-Pittering, pattering, splashing. That's the sound I hear when the rain crashes onto the pavement, gFive Senses-Writing Practice
Moon ThreadsSilver threads of moon weave down, Down through the trees. Down to rest on the pine covered floor of the world. The moon weaves her gentle threads here and there. Touching here, Touching there, And almost descending there. Some threads she weaves wide, Some thin. One thread gets stuck in the tree, Another finds a hole and moves down without pause. One dips its toes into the lake, While another plunges deep. Another caresses a deer as it wanders past, And another shows a predator it’s prey. Too many to count, Linger for a time, In the nigMoon Threads
The Harlequin"Order, order, in the Court of Kard!" called the high judge, hidden behind a white mask and donned in his dark robes.He rose the mallet within his pale bone hand and smirked. Those who stood in place of jury had identical masks on with cruel grins stretched ear to ear and piercing eyes darting this and that beyond the holes of the eye-mask. "Now, let us bring out the Harlequin. Guard, rouse the fool!"The Harlequin
Presented before the judge stood a rather dreary character with ratted hair down her back and a painted smile now a dark smear across her cheeks. Her eyes were hidden, of course, and her nose as well in a beaked mask, the beak of a
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Sociable
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Smile at death, and death will smile back.
Awesome, I can't wait. ^-^
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Current novel-in-progress.
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