His/her sore, bare feet padded softly on the lush, flowing turf of greenery on the ground. As he/she strode silently towards the opening, the moon shone beams of silver down on his/her cold, pale face. He/she stood silenced, letting his scratched cheeks bathe in the deep moonlight.
He/she reached the clearing and planted him/herself on a moonstone. There were blood splotches smeared on the damp grass behind him/her where his/the path had led him/her. He/she could smell something odd and his/her ear twitched. He/she could hear someone breathing. Slowly, he/she turned around to face the rustling glitter berry bush. His eyes widened...
He/she sat bolt upright and gasped for his/her breathe. His/her bedsheet flopped down onto the ripped rug pieces lying on the bare mat of dust on the ground.
By the way it's a dream, the first bit is.
Another not mentioning their name for draammaaa!! Put this at the start too.
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Story Ideas
Randoma few story ideas, straight from my heart to yours! some of these are from books ive written, and some i made up. enjoy, and have a nice day! also this is my first publish...so please no hate. Thank you! i appreiciate you!
