Short as fiction should be, just to hold your imagination.
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Im a lady with pink and green hair all matted and very smitten with dust!
Noy the petal just said hello to the glassing sun but there was nothing but happiness to be found under the forgotten parts of the mound all covered in diamonds and rubies , just some little flowers taking there time to say nice things to each other rather then moving on to a deeper more transeunt.
December 5, 2025 at 5:21 PM
Noy the petal just said hello to the glassing sun but there was nothing but happiness to be found under the forgotten parts of the mound all covered in diamonds and rubies , just some little flowers taking there time to say nice things to each other rather then moving on to a deeper more transeunt.
Slippery steps past the door through the open trapdoor into the mountain of the deep blue sea there was nothing less then tear
drops smudging evzone's view of the way down to the happy sun and merry trees of evermore and beautiful doors of sand kept stones all poking out from BlueSky and pink land.
drops smudging evzone's view of the way down to the happy sun and merry trees of evermore and beautiful doors of sand kept stones all poking out from BlueSky and pink land.
December 5, 2025 at 5:16 PM
Slippery steps past the door through the open trapdoor into the mountain of the deep blue sea there was nothing less then tear
drops smudging evzone's view of the way down to the happy sun and merry trees of evermore and beautiful doors of sand kept stones all poking out from BlueSky and pink land.
drops smudging evzone's view of the way down to the happy sun and merry trees of evermore and beautiful doors of sand kept stones all poking out from BlueSky and pink land.
EVER LASTING THE IMAGINATION OF THE MUSHROOM THE MUSIC OF A HOLLOW FLUTE BEKENING A WIND TO CHANGE THE NOTE LOWER AND HIGHER TO FLOAT THROUH THE SEA AND AFTER THE SIGHING OF THE MOUNTAIN THE GREAT EVER AND EVER CAME TO VISIT THE NOTES, THERE NOTHING LEFT OF THE LAND ITS ALL FALLEN INTO THE SAND.
December 5, 2025 at 5:12 PM
EVER LASTING THE IMAGINATION OF THE MUSHROOM THE MUSIC OF A HOLLOW FLUTE BEKENING A WIND TO CHANGE THE NOTE LOWER AND HIGHER TO FLOAT THROUH THE SEA AND AFTER THE SIGHING OF THE MOUNTAIN THE GREAT EVER AND EVER CAME TO VISIT THE NOTES, THERE NOTHING LEFT OF THE LAND ITS ALL FALLEN INTO THE SAND.
Glad there was nothing in the way of the swollen up hand as i felt so small i returned to the land of sleep and flung my cloak to the air as it hung to dry in the cool air of the sea ,hovering over it was my stick i found looking for some food to give to my friend the mocking bird. something opened.
December 5, 2025 at 5:09 PM
Glad there was nothing in the way of the swollen up hand as i felt so small i returned to the land of sleep and flung my cloak to the air as it hung to dry in the cool air of the sea ,hovering over it was my stick i found looking for some food to give to my friend the mocking bird. something opened.
Maybe said the tree but there is something very interesting about you said the daisy, yes the tree pronounced there's something in the way everything just went pure and unforgiven ,then the sound of a dragonfly went by and a buttercup said hi and everything went silent with a sweeping goulash light.
December 5, 2025 at 5:03 PM
Maybe said the tree but there is something very interesting about you said the daisy, yes the tree pronounced there's something in the way everything just went pure and unforgiven ,then the sound of a dragonfly went by and a buttercup said hi and everything went silent with a sweeping goulash light.
Hello said the door as it slightly opened to the jack door and quickly fell back in its coffin after nearly popping out to see the little old grandma sleeping in her fire of napless and pleasing hardiness, nothing in my fire she demanded not a cold spot to be felt not even a dopey toad or flea awake
December 5, 2025 at 4:58 PM
Hello said the door as it slightly opened to the jack door and quickly fell back in its coffin after nearly popping out to see the little old grandma sleeping in her fire of napless and pleasing hardiness, nothing in my fire she demanded not a cold spot to be felt not even a dopey toad or flea awake
Swoop went the wind as the owl sat happy knowing there was on lye nine hundred of his type of owl left near the aquatic sunrise especially after the fall of humans on Christmas day.
after there gone said the mouse there was a stir in the sky and a sound untold by any writer that day in the south.
after there gone said the mouse there was a stir in the sky and a sound untold by any writer that day in the south.
December 5, 2025 at 4:54 PM
Swoop went the wind as the owl sat happy knowing there was on lye nine hundred of his type of owl left near the aquatic sunrise especially after the fall of humans on Christmas day.
after there gone said the mouse there was a stir in the sky and a sound untold by any writer that day in the south.
after there gone said the mouse there was a stir in the sky and a sound untold by any writer that day in the south.
Singled out there was a woolen coil of translucent mittens circling the air as Donald leapt to his toes and found another envelope made of gold thread underwritten with gold ink saying something in the lines of magic mountains don't exist there not even in your imagination there real and true too.
December 5, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Singled out there was a woolen coil of translucent mittens circling the air as Donald leapt to his toes and found another envelope made of gold thread underwritten with gold ink saying something in the lines of magic mountains don't exist there not even in your imagination there real and true too.
Grinding past the office was a leaf full of notes and glitter parchments glittering in the dim light as forgone glass and passive torment arose from the duped light of the day, nothing was in sight just a little old man wherein a cloth of cotton and a pair of sneakers popping out the base.
December 5, 2025 at 4:44 PM
Grinding past the office was a leaf full of notes and glitter parchments glittering in the dim light as forgone glass and passive torment arose from the duped light of the day, nothing was in sight just a little old man wherein a cloth of cotton and a pair of sneakers popping out the base.
SNEEKING OUT WAS THE BEST PART ALL THE SISTERS WERE READY TO START OPENING THERE STOCKINGS FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME AFTER THE GREAT WAR AND THEN IN CAME A BIG SOMTHING THAT NO ONE COULD SUMMONDS FROM THE DEEP OCEAN THAT WAS FOREVER GROWING SMALLER THEN EVER BEFORE . SOME TIME WAS GOING BY WHEN LIT.
December 5, 2025 at 4:41 PM
SNEEKING OUT WAS THE BEST PART ALL THE SISTERS WERE READY TO START OPENING THERE STOCKINGS FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME AFTER THE GREAT WAR AND THEN IN CAME A BIG SOMTHING THAT NO ONE COULD SUMMONDS FROM THE DEEP OCEAN THAT WAS FOREVER GROWING SMALLER THEN EVER BEFORE . SOME TIME WAS GOING BY WHEN LIT.
After the storm in London there was a poor drowned out photograph of a spice rack and a antelope looking for a piece of grain and all that beautiful color was gone and not one but two uncounted pieces of the bible were left. my said the woman that saw the picture all smitten by the storm chasing it.
December 5, 2025 at 4:37 PM
After the storm in London there was a poor drowned out photograph of a spice rack and a antelope looking for a piece of grain and all that beautiful color was gone and not one but two uncounted pieces of the bible were left. my said the woman that saw the picture all smitten by the storm chasing it.