a sharp tongue,
without an outstretched hand
are you not the serpent
Master of the land
Author’s note: coping really badly with life. just wishing to end it all sometimes. 27 more words
The night’s tears peppered the cracked earth below, Her sobs bellowing deafeningly though the heavens. Darkness’s terror enveloped an unsuspecting creature beneath Her grace. As Her shadowy jaws clamped down upon the air, the creature howled a terrible howl. 217 more words
In the city there is a fountain. Under the fountain there is a serpent.
If you can tell a good enough story the serpent will grant you a wish. 268 more words