The grey cobblestone of the castle reflected the light of the setting sun. I remember, when i was alive, they felt cold, smooth and slippery beneath my bare, royal feet. Yet, now as i glide in my ghostly form down the dark and damp corridor, i feel nought but the icy chill of death and loneliness. I haunt the mouldy Citadel but the silence seems to haunt me, i have no sense of touch, but the constant, monotonous drip and splash of filthy water plays over and over coupled with the percussion of the rats’ claws, scratching and tapping on the hard stone. I would rather a fiery hell where i could feel something even if it was burning pain, than be bound to another day in this hollow fortress.
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Fragmented Clusters
NezařaditelnéA collection of short emotive descriptives. these have been compiled together to fill the mind. Use them for meditation, inspiration, escape or whatever pleases you. When reading aloud, feel free to change the pronouns to suit the situation (eg. if...
