It’s that time of year again, where the earth turns into a golden marble in the universe, and traces of fairy dust sprinkle the air. — There’s a hint of mystery laced within the breathtaking sight of crunchy, golden leaves. There’s a scent of playfulness within the pumpkin spice lattes and a dash of warmth in the cinnamon cupcakes. Everything beautiful must have a catch, and the season of autumn is no different.

He will erupt, unleashing his harrowing horrors and inflicting eternal suffering on those he clutches with his atrocious poison of unforgiving lava and murderous hellfire. — He rumbled once. He rumbled twice. This was his final warning to the vulnerable, mere mortals creating homes on his territory. He grunted with displeasure at the hammers hacking away at his sturdy roots, the nails poking unwelcome holes through his immaculately egregious flesh of soil and rock.

It’s always the little things that make the most difference and go a long way — It is when the sun and rain delicately touch and give room for a pretty rainbow, creating hope in a bleak storm. Or when the moon is faded, but still sighted in the early hours of dusk, when it isn’t meant to be exposed, offering a gentle glow and a…

Willow wistfully wondered whether words uttered by her late other half lived on after his passing. — Willow walked slowly. She could not, for the life of her, understand why people rushed. Enjoyment dissipates when people hustle through their lives. Her glazed blue eyes, ones which have lived to see many memories, landed on the park bench which held a special place in her frail heart. Being…

My head is a place that hosts two theme parties: Fun and Fantasy, and Clutter and Chaos. I’d happily dive into Fun and Fantasy and go over it in detail with you, but perhaps another time over a nice cup of tea. Right now, let’s discuss the exciting mess of…

Dull as they may be, without them you’d be deranged. Demented as they may force you to feel, you divulge your obsession that it cannot be changed. Door to door, you express your dreaded dependency on dreary days. Documenting them as they drone on and on, your delusion of comfort…

A field of playful flowers, a scent of a sacred earth, a cycle of dawn and dusk. — You meandered through the countryside’s fields, keeping your eyes lazily peeled for what you’ve been searching for throughout the stroll you’ve begun. Birds chirped through the early morning, their songs harmonising and bringing a calm smile to your face. …

A torrent of twisted, tantalising, tormenting thoughts sank its fangs into its prey, as sharp as the pointiest blades of pastime warriors. — These blinding, unbearably provoking thoughts ate away at their victim’s flesh, feasting on their vulnerable fears and their deepest, darkest memories they futilely attempted to keep concealed within the hollow confinement of their minds. But alas, they did not stand a chance.

“When the moon tells you something, believe it.” — DreamWorks Animation — She did not need music to dance. Underneath the moonlight, in an outstretched open field, there she was, spinning in graceful circles, without any source of music to encourage her movements. Her heart gave all of it to her. It gave her the melody to dance to, and she did…