Seeing - 1: So it Begins Bright in early in the morning of August second, before everything gets to being sweaty and miserable, the birds are just starting to sing. This actually has nothing to do with the story what-so-ever, I just thought you'd like to know. What actually does have something to do with the story is that not far from the stinky, stanky swamp and the big, mean, dark woods there is a small village. In this village there is a market, an under used inn, a bar and civilians.Seeing - 1: So it Begins by thorn333
Among said civilians are men, women, children, dogs and horses, all the beings you could wish for in a peaceful town. Plus a little more. When you pick out the ripest apple, there's always a chance of a worm who beat you to it. That worm happened to be named Archie Wurmwort.
Archie is among the nastier people of society, as he is arrogant, bitter and mean. Of course, there is always hope, for maybe the man could end up choking to death o
Ms. Crow and Pug-FaceSometimes, after it rains, and it smells like the earth,Ms. Crow and Pug-Face by thorn333
and the trees go dark and adorn themselves in moss,
I think of people who aren't afraid to touch the milky sky
and part the clouds to see the stars faded by city light.
These people are like butterflies, always out of reach,
and never living very long.
And sometimes, when the world splits me into five people instead of one,
it's all I can do to hold myself back,
and not spit venom back into your face, which you wear like a mask
over your swollen head.
You remind me of a pug.
It's those once upon a time dreamy moments
when I find myself thinking about you, but then my mind tells me
that I am treading to close to a trap.
At lucky full-moon-and-mist times the heartbeat of chaos
stills to a mere noise that merges into the others,
and I wonder what's behind that mask.
Whisper to me, that it is okay to be scared,
because even crows have to know when it's bravery or just
Every time I taste your blood in my mouth, like penni