Conqueror Worm Poem Mga Nobela at Kwento

’ Ela and Fern say simultaneously. ‘Death Worms,’ Alec says to me. They can burrow and move through the ground very quickly. They can’t see or hear. They follow vibrations to know where you are. So if you are ever near one, keep very still, and they won’t be able to find you. All it takes is one step for them to figure out where you are,’ he informs us. ‘Reaper said the giant serpent is Thypon, the God of Monsters,’ I say to everyone.

They even placed their promise rings right in front of their wedding photos. Singto smiled at all of the memories they shared together, even the bad ones; it made them who they are today. Just think, they were only two boys who only knew the feeling of being damaged and saying the words ‘we are on pain’ inside of their minds over and over again. Life hurt them, but life also restored them. Never give up, because there’s always a reason why you need to stay alive and keep going. Someone out there needs you, just like they needed each other. This is the story of Krist Robinson and Singto Peterson. Now, it’s your turn to live yours and say in the end of the journey that ‘Together, We Conquer’.

“You wanted a Queen to bend. Instead, you have a Queen who commands. You wanted to hide your rule behind fear. Instead, I will rule with strength and mercy. And you will not stop me.” The last echoes rang in the stone as the defenders parted, clearing a path toward Layla. The Hollow Crown advanced, not as intruders now, but as sovereigns reclaiming what was theirs.

He lacked the confidence so dominate in the farmers. Avoiding the infected worms along the way had been a disgusting part of the exodus. The crawlers came up everywhere, thick, yellow, and nasty. Some travelers would’ve investigated, but the wiser leaders cautioned everyone to stay clear. An odor followed the worms, a stink like death waiting to happen. Yet recent rains had washed away most of the reek and flames of the lava and timber fires. Although not altogether ceased, the fingers of surface quakes remained far behind. Perhaps the angel had spoken the truth if he could only convince himself that safety in Upworld was a real possibility.

________ Lyca" The quake stops and I can see everything now but every turn and walk I made all I see is a big metal wall. I try to use my plants to rise up higher than the metal that surrounds me. But when I used it, I caught the attention of some creature. It's like a big monster earthworm. It's green and sticky and every way that the creature crawling leaves some slimes and it's not only slimy the creature can crawl faster too. And to my horror, I ran faster but it moved faster. The creature eats all the plants I made. And I know if I stop and that creature catches me, that thing will surely eat me alive too. I want to drive but I'm afraid that I ended up in a much worse part of this place

It's fucking ironic and pathetic because it's myself i want to preserve you from. Because if I don't keep you far away, I'd ruin you and be your misery. Destroy your beautiful innocence, damage you. And at the end, leave deep scars both on the inside and outside of you. * A poem from Eliakim's POV. Eliakim Trypophobia (Fear or disgust of closely packed holes) That shit had got me disgusted ever since I came across a picture of gunea worm disease under someone's feet on Facebook. Damn!

The white snake crawled up on my feet, its red crests blazing high. It looked at me like a god looking down at his commoners. "Do you need more water?" The snake could talk, and I saw it open its mouth like a human. So for a moment, the people who speak up are it. It is beyond my imagination. The werewolf world does not have much understanding of other species. What's more, I don't even know how I can hear it. "I'm Mewo. You can call me Mr. Mewo if you want." The snake said.

The flurry of the noisy birds and they were trying to snatch as many seeds as possible. The little girl seemed very excited to be feeding these birds which surrounded her, and she threw the seeds in different directions to be more active and invite a bigger flurry of birds. She was giggling all the time, raising her small arms occasionally with big smiles on her small face. Her father was trying to hold her still, but he could not seem to control her well. But, for Lin, he remembered the words C. J Richards used in the poem “Much honoured consort of thousand kile”, and started to like the poet’s sense of non-discrimination despite the fact that he was a colonizer.

Death is not mighty, Death is a humble widower who sits weeping by a lighthouse window, polishing brass for the seagulls, ash more bread than fireplace, eating the leftover cheese that has hardened and become dogfood. Death is not loud, Death speaks only the tongue of toads. He is a toad, he crouches in the small places, soaking up rain. Rough skin poison, brown and dun and wood, wet and wanting. Give him some weeds, he is happy, give him a kingdom, he cries. Death my comfort, Death my confidant, Death my escort. We ramble over the mountains, making strange bedfellows at inn beyond the wood beyond the worlds, in Siduri's bar

"As the mother of the Blood worms, once she is in a deadly crisis or dies, all the Blood worms' revenge will be waiting for you." "Don't think that those blood worms are just the grandchildren in the blood worms. They only look around for food because they need to grow up. Those big ones are all hidden in the thick soil." "Although my hut is located in the middle of the ground, it is guarded by mischievous stones. If we don't anger the the king of the blood worms, at least the three of us can be safe, otherwise..." "Otherwise, once the other side is furious and wants to fight with us to the death, not only will that hero die in vain, but it will also implicate us."