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Ruriska's Naming Dreams

Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:23 am
by Ruriska
All of the naming dreams that I've written put into one place!
This will make things a lot easier to keep track of and will probably inspire me to write more.

Let's begin...

Be Mine

Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:25 am
by Ruriska
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I could die without regret if you would only be mine

The Killing Moon

Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:38 am
by Ruriska
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It rises
too soon
into every life
the red moon
the blood moon
the killing moon

Peep

Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:41 am
by Ruriska
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hush now little one
don't make a peep
everything will be all right

Swarm

Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:43 am
by Ruriska
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brothers and sisters
one mind
one purpose
attack one
attack all
beware the swarm
 

No Mercy

Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:45 am
by Ruriska
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"Mercy," they cried.
He only smiled and said, "No."

Torn Open

Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:47 am
by Ruriska
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he faced them down like daylight bold and bright
but was torn open and shredded into night

Severed Spine

Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:52 am
by Ruriska
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She severed his spine with one final snap,
and she laughed and she laughed,
'now you'll wish you were dead'.

Overkill

Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:54 am
by Ruriska
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It takes a push, she gives a shove.
It needs a nip, she bites instead.
They're only friends, she loves too much.
He breaks her heart, she breaks his legs.

Cold Commands

Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:56 am
by Ruriska
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The cold commands she ordered sent them to their death,
But the battle was won and she felt no regret

To Dusk

Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 5:57 am
by Ruriska
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from dawn to dusk

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Beautiful art by Jun

Big Bad

Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 6:05 am
by Ruriska
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who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

Wild Eyes

Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 6:08 am
by Ruriska
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with wild eyes she took to the plain,
thundered through in sun and rain,
bled out red and green and blue,
until she knew her heart was true

Buried Alive

Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2019 5:15 am
by Ruriska
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He could feel the earth shifting above and around him, settling into position. Rocks grinding until they too had found their place with one last groan.
Pressure on his back, his sides, his head, his legs, everywhere.
Darkness, absolute.

Despite it all, he felt no fear. They sung for him, the sound passing down through the layers of dirt and rock, their words indecipherable but the intent clear.
Buried alive, he gave his spirit to the earth.

Speak Softly

Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2019 5:18 am
by Ruriska
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Speak softly,’ the trees whispered.
She didn’t hear. She was talking too loudly