Angel of Echoes She drifts on pearly white wings gazing out into the stretching abyss mournfully. Her world once as bright has her golden hair and as pure as her cloudy dress. Feathery wings take her higher and she calls out for a friend. Only loneliness greets her with open arms. It's mocking echoes twisting her voice and imitating her sobs. No place to perch and dry her tears she continues on. Flying to reach a place found only in her heart. White feathers light up the darkness in her wake. Soon to be swallowed into emptiness leaving only her and her lonely echoes.

The Painted Man Walking out of the legends of old his feet crack the earth under his immense presence. Demons and creatures found in blackest of myths cower and flee at the sight of him. Across his muscled frame his black paint teams with #life. Ancient runes and sigils flicker and glow. Painted power to crush the evil of the world. Every inch of skin he takes his needle and applies his trade. Inky black paint stains and remains. A constant reminder of his struggle and his purpose. He turns his skin black with paint to smite the evil. Slowly it seeps into him further and further. The Painted Man wonders his the paint will sink to his heart and ten as black as those he hunts. Credit for the idea goes to author Peter Brett who writes fantastic novels! #household

Siren's Tears Bathing in the golden sun she sings her enticing song. Melodies so sweet that it turns the ocean's salt to sugar. The syrup sea laps on her silky skin while the harmonies chime for her mouth. They still the waves as they attentively listen and gently sway to her beat. The songstress catches the ear of a fine young sailor who has a heart of gold. Like a shining beacon she is drawn to his glow. Ensnaring him with her song she turns to feast on his golden spirit. Those perfect eyes and pure essence is one she cannot devour. Tormented she gives her up pledge against men for eternity and gives away her immortality. Together they sail on his small modest boat holding hands with the setting sun. Four years later she comes home to their cabin by the sea. Her sailors boat is docked and her husband home. Eagerly skipping and singing her tune she enters to her loving husband. Inside she finds him in bed with the merchants wife. Wrapped in their bed sheets they glisten with sweat. A roar of rage pours from her lips and tears spring from her eyes. Immortality and beauty sacrificed for a man too good to be true on the outside. He was the true siren that day. Now she is left with tears.

The Bone Mirror People come from far off lands exotic and wild to feast on this misshaped mirror. Milky rods make up its frame, the lost bones of Heroes past. They hold and support the simple pane of reflection like a lover. Gently cradling that which they pledged their #life for. One by one the visitors pay homage to the mirror risking a glance. In it they see their battered selves. Some lay on a deathbed wracked in pain, others calmly observe themselves drift off in a forever lasting sleep. A handful see horrific deaths of violence and torture at another's hand. A few see themselves take their own lives through reasons noble or cowardly. The pilgrims waver and wonder before the mirror who's reflection is filled with death. Many decide to stay to alter their fate ad serve the mirror. As their peers leave they bend down and help steady the mirror for an age. Their bodies long since claimed by the mirror but the bones remain. Unknown bones become something of legend and new heroes are born. #household

Aphrodite's Kiss Like a flame it licks your lips with passionate heat. Supple and firm against your skin it sends sparks racing across your skin. Burning with desire and lust your advances are met with a songstresses promise. Her golden hair wraps around your fingers and her pearly white skin in your arms. You hold her but never have her. It kindles your blood when her lips come into view. That smothering kiss of desire sends your heart longing. Red fire beats in your veins. Engulfing everything for Aphrodite's kiss.