Goodie Goodie Gumdrops!Gumdrops.Goodie Goodie Gumdrops! by HeadmistressMercedes
That's what I can taste right now, if I close my eyes. Beautiful, opaque gummies, bursting with that sickening sugar that we all devour and crave.
That's what I can taste right now.
I can taste it through my nose. That scent, that glorious perfume, rushes through my sinuses and injects itself directly into my tongue. Delicious, awe-inspiring, and oh-so-bad for you. The prefect trio for a perfect bit of candy on a perfect day. A day like today, for instance.
Before today, I would never have likened the smell of gore to something so innocent and delectable. Blood would have never reminded me of the best of childhood treats, something I would be rewarded with when I was a good little girl.
But I guess what they say is true...revenge is most certainly sweet.
Amongst the RuinsYou shake off the tangled vines of time, and rise up from the dirt of ages past. Dusting off your clothes, you look around the tumbled stonework and ancient wrought-iron gates, rusted with the ticking of the clock. The indigo sky is studded, glimmering silver needles stuck on the dark blue silk of the atmosphere. The air is heavy with memories and mage's fire, with humidity and history rolled into a thick and smoky secret that only the forest can possibly know.Amongst the Ruins by HeadmistressMercedes
You stroll through the rocks that once built an empire, around the towers that no longer lord over those beneath them. Through the thickly-woven tapestry of the trees, you heard the conversation of the creatures that sat carefully in the wings of progress, waiting for the chimes at midnight to signal doom. They mean you no harm...they just wanted to see the spectacle.
You take the hands of the phantoms that roam through the remnants, taking a meander through all their thoughts that brought them to become ghosts, to wander in and
YieldAutumn cloaks a darkling soulYield by copper9lives
In half-truths of vermillion
Crimson, scarlet, amber, gold
Beneath a blue pavilion
Autumn hides its old grey bones
In cupboards filled with snail shells
Skeins of birds and garden stones
Where every half-lit secret dwells
Autumn’s guise is gossamer
Thistledown in parachutes
Rushing waters’ dulcimer
And reed-song veil its bitter fruits
Autumn’s spirit is occult
It offers balmy days’ exult
Then turns to storm, perfidious
Autumn’s altar smells of rain
Leaf-mold, woodsmoke, rot and rust
I yield to darkness in the vein
Disease, decay, and ruined trust
TotW: Sweets -- also, news on Monthly ChallengeFirst, I should update the status on Monthly Challenge. I've been trying to get into contact with the admin who is in charge of Monthly Challenge. He isn't responding to any of my attempts to contact him. I have no idea what is going on, but I have a feeling he might not come back for a while.TotW: Sweets -- also, news on Monthly Challenge by Unseen-Writers
So, once again, I'm afraid that October's Challenge will remain unfinished, and there won't be a November Challenge. I really don't know if we'll have one for December.
To be honest (personally), I'm getting a little worried about him...
Now, to brighten up the mood, this week's Theme is "Sweets."
Sweet candy, sweet deals, sweet moments, oh so sweet love... and sugar. Everybody loves sweets, right? Sweet, sweet inspiration. What's your favorite kind of candy, literally or otherwise?
So writing about sweet things this week should be candy for your brain. An artist's best friend. Dip you pen in some chocolate and write something so sweet, it'll melt your heart.
Candy, creativity, and bright hopes,
You have entered the realm of The Headmistress. Be warned...if you are of sound mind and body...then I do not want you within my land's borders. Only the truly and wonderfully insane can grace my gardens.|
Within my palace walls, you shall find me, engaging myself in numerous artistic endeavours. I sit at my desk and carve out words upon pixelated stone, I use my shutterbox to capture images of the world around me, I take up my pens and ink and attempt to sketch what my brilliantly botched mind comes up with, and I take images from the outside world and attempt to manipulate them into works of art, using only the best software that I have yet to figure out.
If you cannot accept that which I love, here in my beloved land of Fan-Dôm, then you are not welcome. I have many sectors of this land that I live in and take part in. As of current, I am in the rebellion, fighting alongside those who flock until the sign of the Mockingjay. But I have also been taken by the likes of Sherlock, Harry Potter, Wallander, The Hobbit/LOTR, and many more.
I humbly thank my Vice-Queen, for her unending loyalty (and for my wonderful ID, which she made just for me!! ♥♥). She is my skulker in the Tumblr shadows to hunt out new and exciting news and gifs for me. In return, I grant her Maganderings in the form of words so that she may read them and enjoy the little ship we built and sailed together.
I am a fair and generous ruler. I enjoy speaking with my minions, my loyal subjects, as it gives me great pleasure. Do not be daunted by my title. Should you wish to speak to me, your request for an audience will not be refused. If, however, you should cross me...it might very well be the last thing you ever do.
The Headmistress has SPOKEN.
Current Residence: Nova Scotia, Canada
Favourite genre of music: Alternative, rock, new age, soundtracks...
MP3 player of choice: Green iPod Nano ♥
Wallpaper of choice: Thorin Oakenshield, baby!
Favourite cartoon character: Duck Dodgers, Mike the TV (Reboot) The Untalkative Bunny, Gir (Invader Zim), Russell (Stickin' Around)
Personal Quote: When there's nowhere to go, go nowhere