64 Quotes About Feylynn

Tongue and hand tied. It cut me off, trapped and held me within my own silent dark word tomb.

Words combine with ever-widening blood puddles spilled from the suffocating death wounds.

I knew all too well the damage of scarlet ink smeared across page-after-page offering neither encouragement nor any compliments at all.

Determined to enshroud his enchantment over me.

I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble, only this one bound the mind.

Those annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words...

Every bloody mark had assassinated my writing along the way.

Up beyond the rainbows and butterflies, the sky points the way, to my hopes and dreams.

The stopwatch threat hung over me. I set the timer with shaky clammy fingers. The silent reckoning with the not-so-silent alarm blast at the end of the merciless countdown commenced.