A Cursed Castle
The ground is the blanket holding in the heat of the underworld.
The castle sits atop the souls of darkness.
Queen Victoria dances in England.
The smell of roses filled the garden.
The red beauties caught the eye of all.
The sounds of the garden sent a relaxing wave through the guests.
Buddy exclaimed. This party is so litty!
You could see the music dance among the ton.
The golden square of blossoms was the spinner of yarns at the ball.
The garden smelled not of roses but of fire and gunpowder.
The rose can not be tasted or the simple bystander shall become enemy.
The deceiving monsters pierced the skin of their foes.
The smoke caused the air to clear in order for the stars to be seen.
What if he's wanted in Wyoming and will never come home?!
The Ball Gowers checked their iPhones for the news and updates.
Get to the Living room to turn on the television.
The barbaric butterflies had staged the attack.
Buddy had to start the evacuation.
Pictures jumped off the walls to warn the guests.
Opustite toto miesto, kým môžete, Leave this place while you can.
The end will come after 40 nights.
The music danced alone through the halls.
~Cass
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