Silver Cove
Here damp, grassy hills surround a small pool of water; the lush verdure paves the ground until a short cliff gives way to a ring of small, smooth stones that have been pounded by waves until they became the glassy obsidian pebbles they now are. Beyond the stones, a narrow stretch of sand glides into the water- it is here, in the rippling surf, that the land earns its name. In the dark of night, the moon flashes over the shivering grass and rests in the cove: by some chance or fate, the cove is shaped so that the gossamer rays of moonlight are retained, somehow, in the sea and until dawn breaks the cove is alive with silver luminescence.
what is reality
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Posted on November 22, 2011 at 07:30:03 PM by Devnot
You were crazy and I don't know what is reality anymore. The girl lays by the sea tired and bored. Gazing at the sunset she is like a zombie still and cold icy orbs watching everything and nothing in particular. For hours this goes on until the full moon comes out crisp and beautiful in all its glory. Her mind wanders wondering what she should do? Almost two years old the child could go off and join a kingdom though she wasn’t sure if that was what she really wanted to do, the male intrigued her and she wanted to get to know him though she isn’t sure if that is something that he would do or not. She had been silent for most of her life maybe speaking once or twice, it was as if she were a ghost here, never noticed by anyone though never completely forgotten either. the fear she lived with showed in her eyes, begging for a love from anyone. Deep and soul filled her icy orbs search for any other life form that would dare to come near her. Her coat had grown back keeping her warm, but it was thinner than most would think of as normal. Devnot |
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