Anremia

At a water dispenser, a moss reader is clocked, to globe sentiment, and glove. An ice world would've been nice, low blue clouds and soft vapor. A multiangeled dream.

Tunnels grim to avoid, many not to pick from. The surface is always nicer. A never liked her neighbor, and kept many things at hand, including peoples, to her.

Certainties, ice mountains, nature walls as thin as shadows, and ivy frosts, natural fortunes clocked to norths towards arrayed nethers.

He scorched their city, winter fest after 2 years was a retainer. Towers kept them all at destinations and distances. Trees took care of roses and thorns after, season to season. Things were kept simple. Ghosts of deads were retained, waking up the side of bed. 8 drew them close at times, dwells and tents drew them further other times.

A pale tomb, a containment. No entries.

Mercs at shallow ruins and what is transforming to a footstep tomb, traffic moved unlike what ships sailed to. Easy bridge movements hollowed the street.

Mirror 8 was there too often, like a small food truck, he did not rope too comfort to them.

Terrible being that they had to go.

Terrible sight he let out of leather that of the other 8.

Long memory he left of A.

It was a cards game. How to let go of all, box and papers not included, and keep the set, and the night turn.

"I used to play cards with my friends at school," it was always fun. "I never imagined adults would play cards." "I always linked it at those latter stages to girls, tarot, and design." A must've insisted candles, led to smoke put off lines.

No way they were taking steps back, 8 reclined. The mirror started showing up differently after he turned the 'others' 8 to less.

Were they set in the wrong location trying not to anchor? he did not like the sights. Sound management of what the trees covered. He let infra sights dictate. Ultra was tower managed.

Lack of colors, a sniper was posed under orange by green moon, mesh kills were in, 1 stood at distance. A was white framed, left aloft. Another sniper at the swamps, covering what may or may not. A chopper behind an ice white mountain wall. Birds transcending paranormal undertone heights. Singles of tanks and apcs covering town and city. Twos of reapers everywhere. A few quails to rid. Sharp lined encampments and treed holdings. Red horizon. Occasional green mist. Fog writes and reads, and borders, and lines. Types of walls, let by font, set at script. Electro magnetic fence feel.

The smaller towns nearby, all renowned for eateries and being entrees themselves to paranormals let less smaller critter (crit) news. Late night by fireplace. Late night at couch and tv and fireplace, or fire stove, journeyed city to smaller camps. A cactus dispel, or waterwings stone well, or moon kill.

Singles of trees, colors, pet, and monuments appeared more. Trails of towers tailed roads. Two's meeting tilted. Not a thing was moving.

Mud mounds appeared further. Less grain. Waters readied.

A vibrant green hilted the scene. Copper green and old gold green arced towards blue. Bigger trees loomed. Uneven. Lake trees. Leash to underground rivers. A shine at night. A go, another day, followed the snow scene. City subtitled, a grey frame blued the golden roads and green signs. Blue mistle-d the tops.

Light brown soften smells, made room for foxes and more night friendly sounds.

Letters and stamps, to read you, to tower dreams and let horizons, astral living seemed on a rise.

Mended outcomes, and produced scenes, crowed louder and higher, and set atop more trees. More birds followed. More nests plushed. Less critters leafed from moons and lakes.

Coiled feathers traced pavements and side roads. People hoping to leave. Many different ways to despel. Watercolors is one, quilting is another. Panoramic virtues were at print.

He checked the interior. Did not like the furniture. Stayed outside. They swept to the second floor. Less sounds directioned.

They all say its suicide.

A bullet through a beauty's lower chest from outside, he hoped not see her another time as movement tiled to third floor down. Sifted leaves moved to cover moonlights, and grass dawned sunlight. A prominence, noted environmental actions.

A very long knife. A Monday to follow letting them know walls aren't appreciated. Another Monday to let them know that breaking a wall on a person is less appreciated.

At cinder, crows knew other things, what's beyond. He showed multiples of 2's of them.

Icicles led him away. He did not sleep there. They were trying to path him, he astrayed them.

Third floor, tile on the board was were horrors were born, the eight must've liked it there, there was always extras of them.

Two steps at a time, lights spaced the aim for them, finished their set with two metal bullets to a side, and waited.

A long night set.