| Downpour |
[Jul. 11th, 2012|12:24 am] |
| [ | Sajūtas |
| | creative | ] |
| [ | Skaņas |
| | Audiomachine - The truth | ] |
*The air was heavy and dark. Rain was pouring down in cold, white streaks, as if performing a strange ritual. Her clothes were drenched, but she just stood there motionless, clenching the grip of her basket.
His eyes gleamed with pre-eminence as the growling had almost turned into a soft, low humm.*
Wolf: ''It's over, I won.''
Red Riding Hood: '' I'm here.''
Wolf: ''Are you scared?''
Red Riding Hood: ''No.''
Wolf: ''I am everything humans are afraid of.''
Red Riding Hood: ''I'm tired of running. We both have grown up, haven't you noticed?''
*She slowly exhaled and continued quietly.*
Red Riding Hood: '' Humans are much more scarier than wolves. You should know that by now.'' |
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| Kas ir mans vilks? |
[Jul. 11th, 2012|02:53 am] |
| [ | Sajūtas |
| |  gloomy | ] |
| [ | Skaņas |
| | Two steps from Hell - Archangel | ] |
Mums katram dzīves laikā ir jāsatiek savs vilks un jāpieaug, lai arī kas tas būtu. Vai nu nogalināt, vai iemācīties pieņemt un sadzīvot. Kaut kāda lielā pārmaiņa laikam. Cik tad ilgi ar tiem pīrādziņiem bezrūpīgi pa mežu var iet. Humm.. |
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