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Emily R wrote: Skellig Imagery
I took a breath, switched on my torch, and stepped inside. I heard scuttling. I heard scratching. I shone my torch in his pale as Dracula face and his weary eyes narrowed. I stepped closer, now shining on his moth-eaten, half dead blackĀ as night fea (More)
As the clock tower struck like the tolls of hell, the ground shook beneath me as if telling me to stop. The raven itself is horse. I could feel the bitterness of the air, it was taking my breath away; the salt stinging my lips. The waves rolled again (More)