The stars twinkled, chiming in a melodious tune. Each shooting star sent a ripple across the sky, gently nudging other stars around it as the soft clouds were pierced by its velocity. The Moonlight Princess sat at the riverbank with the swish and splashes of the stream's water gently bumping into the rocks in its way. She knelt amid the forest accompanied by the susurrus of the wind, which brought her thoughts together with a bam and boom of inspiration and knowledge. Continuous thuds and rumbles of horse hooves could never find her dwelling place, and the Moonlight Princess lay safe in her haven that knows no bounds.
Crunch, rustle stepped a young lad as he mumbled in complaint. He spotted the maiden, wrapped in beauty as her raven black hair sang with the breeze. And though he was careful, he could not help but squeak in shock as his tall, timber wolf pushed him forward. The Princess snapped her head and gasped, for she realized that her identity was seen. She got up and fled, her silk-made kimono's fabric flapping from the movement of her body. And there she was, running as if she was a crow without a single caw.
Oh, Moonlight Princess, if only one knows her beauty and that quality which shines thoroughly. Then maybe, you would not have such blaring alarms in your mind whenever another comes to pay a visit.
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Onomatopoeia | The Play with Sound
RandomWhile I answered my English module activities, it seemed that I had a bit too much fun with the literary devices part, and thus, started to bloom my very own interest in using onomatopoeia. This book is a series of chatters and claps! A way to expre...
