A retelling of βDandelionβ, a previous piece of ours, based on Ray Bradburyβs βDandelion Wineβ.
ππ©π¦ π΅π©πͺπ³π₯ πΈπͺπ΄π© π°π― π₯π’π―π₯π¦ππͺπ°π―βπ΄ π±π¦π΅π’ππ΄: π©π’π±π±πͺπ―π¦π΄π΄.
Count the seconds. Tick tock. The sirens blare as they grow near. He got what he deserved. I didint care how long I would be locked up. Rather be in jail than alone.
WARNING! PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THE FOLLOWING:
-Suicidal thoughts
-Homicidal thoughts
Time is the enemy of all men, and death is a seductive promise to which everyone succumbs.
A devoted Christian in nineteenth century war-torn Ireland, those are the foundations of Mihaela's beliefs....
Walking up Rowan Avenue that quiet March morning, the first thing I smelt were spring flowers. Strong sweet, spicy fragrances. Everyone loves the scent of hyacinths. And there were plenty of tulips on...
same story, different day. equality is never really equal.
A creepy poem
Hold, suffocation is near
Hold, screams you won't hear
He was a psychopath, not yet in touch with his true being, battling the dichotomy his self as he fights the two poles of his personality. She was a girl with a terrible, taunting, crippling past. Toge...
A retelling of βDandelionβ, a previous piece of ours, based on Ray Bradburyβs βDandelion Wineβ.
ππ©π¦ π΅π©πͺπ³π₯ πΈπͺπ΄π© π°π― π₯π’π―π₯π¦ππͺπ°π―βπ΄ π±π¦π΅π’ππ΄: π©π’π±π±πͺπ―π¦π΄π΄.
Count the seconds. Tick tock. The sirens blare as they grow near. He got what he deserved. I didint care how long I would be locked up. Rather be in jail than alone.
WARNING! PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THE FOLLOWING:
-Suicidal thoughts
-Homicidal thoughts
Time is the enemy of all men, and death is a seductive promise to which everyone succumbs.
A devoted Christian in nineteenth century war-torn Ireland, those are the foundations of Mihaela's beliefs....
Walking up Rowan Avenue that quiet March morning, the first thing I smelt were spring flowers. Strong sweet, spicy fragrances. Everyone loves the scent of hyacinths. And there were plenty of tulips on...
same story, different day. equality is never really equal.
A creepy poem
Hold, suffocation is near
Hold, screams you won't hear
He was a psychopath, not yet in touch with his true being, battling the dichotomy his self as he fights the two poles of his personality. She was a girl with a terrible, taunting, crippling past. Toge...