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Ruriska's Naming Dreams
Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:23 am
by Ruriska
All of the naming dreams that I've written put into one place!
This will make things a lot easier to keep track of and will probably inspire me to write more.
Let's begin...
Be Mine
Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:25 am
by Ruriska
I could die without regret if you would only
be mine
The Killing Moon
Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:38 am
by Ruriska
It rises
too soon
into every life
the red moon
the blood moon
the killing moon
Peep
Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:41 am
by Ruriska
hush now little one
don't make a
peep
everything will be all right
Swarm
Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:43 am
by Ruriska
brothers and sisters
one mind
one purpose
attack one
attack all
beware the
swarm
No Mercy
Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:45 am
by Ruriska
"
Mercy," they cried.
He only smiled and said, "
No."
Torn Open
Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:47 am
by Ruriska
he faced them down like daylight bold and bright
but was
torn open and shredded into night
Severed Spine
Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:52 am
by Ruriska
She
severed his
spine with one final snap,
and she laughed and she laughed,
'now you'll
wish you were dead'.
Overkill
Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:54 am
by Ruriska
It takes a push, she gives a shove.
It needs a nip, she bites instead.
They're only friends, she loves too much.
He breaks her heart, she breaks his legs.
Cold Commands
Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:56 am
by Ruriska
The
cold commands she ordered sent them to their death,
But the battle was won and she felt no regret
To Dusk
Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:57 am
by Ruriska
from dawn
to dusk
Beautiful art by Jun
Big Bad
Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 6:05 am
by Ruriska
who's afraid of the
big bad wolf?
Wild Eyes
Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 6:08 am
by Ruriska
with
wild eyes she took to the plain,
thundered through in sun and rain,
bled out red and green and blue,
until she knew her heart was true
Buried Alive
Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2019 5:15 am
by Ruriska
He could feel the earth shifting above and around him, settling into position. Rocks grinding until they too had found their place with one last groan.
Pressure on his back, his sides, his head, his legs, everywhere.
Darkness, absolute.
Despite it all, he felt no fear. They sung for him, the sound passing down through the layers of dirt and rock, their words indecipherable but the intent clear.
Buried alive, he gave his spirit to the earth.
Speak Softly
Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2019 5:18 am
by Ruriska
‘
Speak softly,’ the trees whispered.
She didn’t hear. She was talking too loudly