Interlude

A Bath
Let the hot water flow, with bath salts and oils, until you are ready to sink into a luxurious, heavenly end of the day, to sink into a warm bath with oils and bubbles, soothing your body and smoothing your skin ravaged by the day with music, playing and candles burning with beautiful scents.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Chapters
Bitten Again
You have always tried to bite me; that's why you are in that cage. I gave you chance after chance, but when I let you out, you tried to bite me. I still carry scratches and bruises from when I pushed you back in that cage, and you are not coming out again while I'm here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Chapters
She's A Witch
Introduction This is for Belle's "Le Défenseur!" Challenge, which you can read all about here: I have decided to do this as a closing statement as a free-form poem.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Chapters
Looking Out
He looks out over the clouds to the islands in the distance, where he believes his home is. His bird of prey is on his arm observing the view with him.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Chapters
A Drive
Introduction I don't normally say anything in my thoughtpieces, but with this subject, I feel I need to clarify. The image is available here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 months ago in Chapters
View From A Hill
To stand at the top of a hill on a sunny day and see the view stretching out to the far horizon. See green fields, water in ponds and rivers, forests of trees, going further and further to the Northern hills.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 months ago in Chapters
The importance of authenticity: His true power returns when he sheds the foreign influences and reconnects with his roots.. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The importance of authenticity: His true power returns when he sheds the foreign influences and reconnects with his roots.---- The Priest-King loses his connection to his power and his land by embracing foreign objects and practices (the throne, crown, clothing, marble floors, and even the blood ritual itself). His brother, the High Priest of the Dark God, helps him realize that true power comes from being rooted in his own land and identity.----It all started with a dizzy spell. One minute I was the Priest-King, crown on my head, performing a ritual, and the next, I was almost on the floor. My ornate crown clattered away, making a racket. Just as I thought I was going down, a hand grabbed my arm, pulling me back up.
By MD Melon10 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
Brussels was a world away from Marlowe Bay. Cobblestone streets and Gothic architecture replaced sandy paths and wooden piers. The salty tang of the sea was traded for the scent of roasted coffee and damp stone. And Ava, for the first time in her life, felt split down the middle.
By Krypton 10 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
In Marlowe Bay, summer had its own rhythm: lazy mornings, sunny afternoons, and evenings when the air smelled of salt and hope. Ava had begun to fall into the beat of it, like a dance she hadn’t realized she was learning.
By Krypton 10 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
Marlowe Bay awoke with a golden yawn, the sun casting shimmering ripples across the water’s surface. Gulls wheeled overhead, their cries sharp and distant. Ava watched the sunlight make patterns on the ceiling's wooden beams as she slept in Liam's bed. She had stayed the night, though they had simply talked and fallen asleep in one another’s arms. There was a calm between them now—a soft steadiness, like the tide pulling gently at the shore.
By Krypton 10 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
The following morning brought an unusual chill to the seaside air. Mist hovered over the waves, softening the horizon. With a piping hot cup of tea in her hands, Ava stood at the railing of her porch. She watched as the fog slowly peeled away, revealing the sleepy outlines of fishing boats bobbing in the distance.
By Krypton 10 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
The following morning, sunlight poured into the windows of Ava’s cottage, soft and golden, drying away the last trace of the storm. Tangled in sheets that had a faint scent of the sea and lavender, she slowly opened her eyes. There was a stillness to the air, the kind that only came after a night of rain—like the world had pressed a reset button.
By Krypton 10 months ago in Chapters