Amla had a disapproving expression on her face. “You will not do that. Birds should never be caged. Set them free. They are meant to fly, and not to be caged.”
the head of a komodo dragon emerged on his side which was misinterpreted as a tortoise head by Balu , making it the flying monster of anybodies nightmare.
As I was brought here through incarnation, I was given by the Divine the abilities and physical, mental and emotional possessions of humans.
I could have scorned nothing more than the idea of falling in love. And this was me, working day and night, earning bucks, and I had this as my so called ideal life.
Crystala was a magnanimous fairy, so she helped John to get out of the moors. A couple of weeks were passed when John again came to her and they both became close friends.
A small story depicting the lives of various girls/women out there who’ve lost faith in everything yet look for something to keep them going.
Whispers filled the air, this time louder. Your not alone walk with me and touch my hand. I crouched under the tree and hid my face in my lap.
I was a captive in a majestic prison, my home.My wings ripped, my freedom long seized.Day after day, I acquiesced in vacuous rules.The lambent hope of feeling alive had also deceased.
My guardian angel had finally returned to me. As soon as he saw the recognition on my face, he spread his beautiful wings and gave me that handsome smile.
For now, I had to survive. I silently moved through the shadows, silver tipped arrows and bodies falling from the sky. I crawled like a spider,