Burgeon
*Can be read as an acrostic. I didn’t really know how to use the word “burgeon” so I’m not sure if it’s accurately described. :)
Bringing about
Undefined Change
Rotating through
Great things
*Can be read as an acrostic. I didn’t really know how to use the word “burgeon” so I’m not sure if it’s accurately described. :)
Bringing about
Undefined Change
Rotating through
Great things
Once upon a time, in a land of crystal blue skies, sat a chocolate shop. This land did not know of clouds, they simply didn't exist. Back to the chocolate. Callie's chocolate made chocolate known throughout the world for its creaminess.
Some 65 million years ago, dinosaurs found themselves in the direct path of a giant asteroid. Shortly after this unfortunate realization dinos were no more. But, in that same moment, new life evolved.
If Sebastian Azvamath was in a TV show or movie, he would be the beloved main character, Jane was sure of that.
Willow's Well is a well that is said to grant wishes-at least, that's what the locals say. You can only make one wish though, and it's likely it'll never come true, for the Well is said to only ever grant a worthy wish.
"Where did I put my nuts?" I cry as the parade of daily dogs rolls by "Where could they possibly be?" Growler trots up to my tree, a concerned look on his face "You lose your marbles, Joey?" "NUTS!
The sun shines down in brilliant rays of divine light. Head tilted up as we walk, those rays get interrupted by stalks of luscious trees. I turn my head back to where we walk and see new friends approaching.
On Sunday evening, after a long day at work, I stood by the edge of a bridge. I had stopped by my house before this. Donned my flowy white dress, my favorite. Written a note. The walk here was unnerving.
I reach a brick motel, its walls strung with webs gleaming under the full moon. The cacophonous crows and zooming cars have washed away the motel’s soul, leaving it numb and still amidst the rush.
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Words drift by me, leading up to the great night sky. I watch them, all spiraling from an open book. The book has a sort of magic coming from it, an essence. I walk toward the book and hold out my hand above it. In my palm appears a word.