Tag: tree

We live in a city of (rough) approximations
I was hoping there might be a clue here
They were waiting for me at the end of the line
I couldn’t sleep that night, not a wink
Let me catch my breath
I think it’s better to be up high
I hate it when corpses go walkabout
Don’t be scared, this isn’t dangerous for you
The orange light looks like a gasoline fire
I wanted to know how it felt to run
Don’t you know the grass is always green
There was a massive silence
How on earth can you be this jolly?
She pictured wolves, packs of them
He did not want to explain anything to anybody
Something beneath the ground was attempting to dig upwards
I can’t tell you all my secrets so soon
They sat silently for another moment, watching the moss grow
Is that you inside that ridiculous disguise?
Fortunately we live in a place where things like this are so scandalous people continue to talk about them
Little by little, the sounds dwindled and died
He would never offer me any harm
Stolen heroes and the gods of dead peoples brooded in the darkness beyond the road
The wind can be a little scary here
Where are the people who live here?
Have you ever seen a dragon?
It’s so easy to hide these days
Everything above is frozen and stiff, but down below it moves along
As usual, there was no sign of life outside
He knew that he would get no answers
When a vacuum forms, something has to come along to fill it
It is the place where he is meant to be lost
As soon as he closed the book, he had to come back to the real world
There were funny stories, moving stories, and violent stories
What exactly do you think you’re doing?
Of course they were happy to be there
No one looked at anyone else, or had to be looked at
I barely remember that life
Are you two going to sit here all night?
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You can’t share pain
I’m not saying I’m right
He could hardly go back to what he had been
He had run and left it behind. He had run
You don’t want to go somewhere new?
They had all the love and kindness and gentleness covered
It’s never a bad time to talk strategy
How long has it been since he’s had a normal workday?
He has no one to take care of and he can relax
Big and heavy movements, but delicate, too, in all the subtle, reactive leaves