In a time not far ago, there was a raven that didnt know it could fly.
The raven simply waddled past the strange creatures who stood in its way, aiming for a goal that they hadn't yet thought of.
The raven was a strange one. It didn't understand the bipedal creatures that lived around it. It didn't understand what they were....
My feet are aching, but I can not stop. I hear the drumming of its hooves as it approaches with rapid speed. Its crazed panting echoes loud in the quiet woods. My vision is limited as the fog is still quite thick, yet I dont stop.
The images of what occurred just some minutes ago are still burnt into my eyes....
The water is always murky this time of year.
The thick mist always rolls over and the small pond in my backyard.
The small pond left to grow by itself for a decade, where now algae and seaweed blossom, and other things now call home.
A crown lays heavy on a king. It lays heavy with the sins they commit for their kingdom. For their people who live each day to the fullest, the deeds of their ruler may seem lazy and fueled by greed. Which in most cases might be true.
My hands are numb, yet I continue to weave. The queen wished for a new rug in the dining hall and the king asked for a grander flag than what we have. The prince wanted new bedding and the princess a new dress for the dance. So I'll weave.
A mustache is a delicate flow of hairy melody that bleeds from the skin like thorns of a rose. It's the symbol of pride and the mark of nobility.
A sequel to "What gives you the right?"
Ever since I was a kid, I've had these weird dreams. It always started sweet. With me playing in the playground, eating dinner with my grandparents, or having a family outing to the local park. Before long, I see it. The owl. It looks just like a barn owl, except its body is longer and from its neck down its...
I wondered for a thousand times about why it hunted us.
In a yellow room constructed in a yellow space with yellow figures that so desperately believe they don't belong here.