Your melody reached my ears and snow fell as if it were meant for me. You took me to a place where the cold couldn't reach a sphere of fantasy to the tune of piano and our innocent desires.



Her eyes fall on the ruby breathing reaching a hitch this is what she wanted, yes? This question leaves her empty and without thought. Inhaling deeply, she grabs it her hand trembling from the weight of the jewel and what it took to get it.   via Daily Prompt: Sparkle


A gray gloppy mess over looked and very under dressed. People seldom remember that those tear-logged piles of mush were beloved sprinkles once. Treat with care. via Daily Prompt: Sludge