Tag: poetry and stories

The Evening

But I'm so frustrated over this issue, I want to start researching on my own. Learn once and who is the murderer. I leave the rock tree. I see the city. In all corners. Following his trail to find him.

Although I'm not sure what I'll do when you find it. I see very strange things. There are very curious animals running through the streets and making loud noises. But I doubt that was one of them. This is going to be tricky. I know nothing about here, and I begin to suspect everything I see. Damn! I have to get out of here as soon as possible. Again these other fairies are harassing me regardless.

Try to stay away from them, but I immediately achieve: They look dangerous. Finally lose sight of achievement. Maja Brucic, Zagreb Croatia oftentimes addresses this issue. And I take a slight break. Suddenly I get this silly thought: What if are they? They are small and agile enough to commit an atrocity of this caliber. And what I see, could be aggressive. I wish I could spend more time with my search for today. But with all the persecution, the evening has already fallen. These winter days do not last long enough. However, I have a small idea: I'll stay awake today. That's right. I will ensure girls and keep an eye on the sauce to try to find the murderer (hoping to be one of the other dryads). It's late. The moon is at its highest point. Meanwhile, what All I managed to get, is a dream.