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Welcome to St Nicholas's Market, where you are greeted by worn metal pillars marking the entrance and demand you ' pay down upon the nail'. Chequered scuffed floors and a small grand entrance that house so much.
Hot spicy sauces to blow your head off, metaphorically speaking. Hats, bags and t-shirts bearing modern inscriptions sit next to gloves and scarves designed not made long ago.
Bristol Blue glass that made its name a household one. Speaking of household names, Banksy's priceless artwork on t-shirts sit next to a store long thought dead - the last remaining hardware store.
Every possible item and accessory you could possibly need to make your very own bicycle, just bring the frame itself. Small period toys that look older than the fossils hacked and broken from who knows where.
Looking for a present for an aspiring Goth? Silver jewellery, Celtic and pagan to accent elegant metal attire.
Incence sticks, scents and oils send your mind flying to the mystical, before a greas
as i was walkingWalking up the steep hill and basking in the golden glow, from beautiful Bath stones in the afternoon sun.
A soldier stands poised, ready with bayonet to strike. He defends his patch of grass but everyone walks on by.
Jets of water streaming from dolphins and Pan, their movements flowing freer than they ever can.
Behind them your host looks out, standing like a statue on his plinth.
Watching lions guard the way, flanking their king and protecting the way. Cold grey steps lead you up, whilst heavy lanterns from a Dickensian novel will light the late traveler.
Approach the pillars that could have come from Ancient Rome and enter; let the entertainment commence.
As you leave spare a thought for those you have passed by. Looking out they can never look behind.
The Fridge3:02 a.m.
I woke up slowly and groggily, in the sort of half-dreaming way that you do sometimes. There were a few disoriented moments in the dark, as my mind sorted reality from dreams, before I knew where I was. You were asleep, curled up next to me with your arm over my midriff, your hand resting on my belly underneath the sheets, making me feel safe.
My stomach gurgled urgently, and I realised that I was incredibly hungry. I looked over at the clock and saw it was 3 a.m. I usually sleep soundly, but hunger always manages to get my attention over any kind of sleep. It wasn't as if I had gone to bed hungry. The leftover serving bowl on the side cabinet formerly full of ice cream would attest to that fact; however, my belly was unconvinced and continued to complain. Nothing else to do, I suppose, but get up.
I slowly and carefully pick your hand off my belly and move it to one side, trying not to wake you. A bit futile I suppose, it's not like I can move with much stealth these
23. Befriend Me - Jake English x Reader
It was you 17th birthday, you didn’t want to do anything with your friends this year, for one they were all busy and didn’t really have time to go. You didn’t fret though. Your parents promised you that you would get to go on a special trip, just the three of you. You arrived at the campground, the forest trees a dark shade of green, and the sky, a beautiful shade of blue, not a cloud in sight. You all set up your tents, your parents are giving you space, so the tents are spread quite far apart.
You stepped out of your finished tent and looked around, there were other families in the area as well, most with younger children than yourself. You told your parents you were going to check out the forest for a bit, they replied with their favorite line “Be Careful.” You walked slowly taking in the scenery, until you bumped into a taller looking boy.
“Ow… I’m so sorry!” You said softly.
“It’s quite alright dear.” He look
Hetalia X Reader: New Perspective
You woke up to your alarm ringing. You turn off your alarm while yawning sleepily.
Another day of work
You slowly got out of bed and begin another journey of your usual daily routine of brushing your teeth, taking a shower, eating breakfast, getting dressed for work, and so on.
You yawn while leaving your house through walking out of your front door before closing and locking it. You start walking down the pathway to your car but stop seconds later when you saw a familiar blond-haired kid riding a scooter around in front of your front yard. You frown, narrowing your eyes slightly.
Great, it’s that annoying kid again. You thought while walking towards your car, bad mood already start starting.
What’s he even doing here anyway? He’s been here every morning creating that same noise and he doesn’t even live in this neighbourhood.
After unlocking and getting in your car, you start the engine whilst eyeing the kid at the back of your c
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves.
Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
DreamcatcherThe dreamcatcher, a catcher of nightmares and symbol of good nights. You can find them anywhere if you look hard enough. Most people do not believe in their power. But, one child chose to believe. A young boy, suffering from nightmares. The child wandered into a shop one day and found one. A pale dreamcatcher with pale blue feathers and beads. The boy was delighted to see what he called 'the most beautiful thing in the world'. He picked it up and took it to the counter. The cashier, a friendly looking elderly gentleman gave a soft sigh and a smile.
"Son, are you sure you want this one? I think it would be best if you chose a different one."
"No, sir. I really want this one!" The boy smiled cheerily. The old man stared for a bit, then nodded. He rang up the catcher and gave it to the boy, who took it, thanked him, and ran out. The man sighed.
"That thing never seems to be sold for long..."
The boy ran to his house, a worn-down looking place in the middle of town.
"Mommy! I'm home!" He c
Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 32
Chapter 32: Rodeo and Juliet (part II)
“Why are the paparazzi in Ponyville? There ain’t nothin’ in Ponyville that’s worth a media circus like this!” Bismack said as the train began to slow down at the station, as if trying not to hit the crowds of photographers that stood everywhere.
Radiance readied her hair a bit.
"They’re not here for the town,” she answered. “They’re here for us.”
“Us? What fer?”
“I’m not sure. All I know is that whatever the reason is, we need to just push past them as quick as we can. Don’t greet them, don’t shove them, don’t make eye contact, and most importantly, do not stop walking. If you do, they’ll never let you go. Before you know it, they’ll start asking you how many seconds you brush your teeth.”
As the train came to a complete stop, Radiance cleared her throat and stood up.
“How do you know that?” Bismarck asked, fo
Please Don't Go
"Mommy you wanna play dollies with me?" Junie's sweet voice rang in Paige's ear. Paige smiled at her daughter.
"Sure, honey!" she cheered, grabbing one of the customized Barbie dolls. Tony watched them play dolls and couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, Lilly, you wanna come over and play?" Junie made her doll talk.
"Sure, Emily, I'll come over and play!" Paige replied in a high-pitched voice. They continued their game. Tony began to creep up behind Junie with a playful smile on his face. He put his index finger on his lips, telling Paige not to say anything. She nodded, and then continued playing with Junie.
"Lilly, you wanna go for a walk?" Junie asked.
"But, Emily, I'm too scared to go for a walk!" Paige replied.
"There's a monster in the forest!"
"Monster!? What monster!?" Junie said in a panicky voice. Suddenly, Tony picked her up.
"RAWR!!!" He screamed playfully. Junie began to laugh.
watching people6 foot tall. Graying hair shows some white. Shaved back and sides a clue to the past; a military build. Wrinkles here and there, not bad for his age. Long black coat, utilitarian clothes. Nothing fancy. Working clothes. This is a working man.
In good condition, his steps do not falter. Grey eyes that have seen to much. Holding back; does not let you in. Pain; old pain but still there. A confident approach, calm, calculating, looking to get to the point. Straight forward. Stand up straight. Eyes focused on the job. Every move specific to the task at hand.
Ready to more. Like a snake ready to strike. Waiting to strike. Will strike when necessary. Eyes are piercing, looking constantly, trying to figure out what's going on.
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