The Lion King The African Savannah was riddled with grassy plains that let wild beasts roam freely. Elephants with dull grey skin, wrinkled with the sun's malicious bite. Wildebeest, passing through for grass and water. Antelope, prancing and dancing from the rigid rocks that littered the plain. Cheetahs, soaring through the trees and wild flowers, ripping through the air, close to flight. On the horizon of this sanctuary of #life, where the sun rose, a large rock cast a humongous shadow on the land of the wild. Majestic and isolated, this rock stood unaffected by the African sun. From this rock above all rocks emerged a creature of extraordinary features. Rippling muscles from the legs that were coated in golden, sun kissed fur. Pearly teeth, like daggers, bare against the cruel wind. Eyes, blazing with fire of the wild and free. A mane of thick, blonde hair, spiked in every direction. This creature of proud and confident strides, glided up the rock, wind flowing through the crazy, untameable hair. It held it's head high looking forward, never back. As it reached the peak of the desolate rock, it stood and it's gaze cast over the land of #life and colour. It's eyes fell upon a tree that shimmered white from the pure, snowy feathers of hundreds of beautiful birds. The creature sucked in a deep, powerful breath and released it with an ear splitting roar. Its voice bellowed throughout the land and skies for all to hear. He was letting them know. Letting them know he was the king. The king.

Drunk Children get drunk on coke. Teens get drunk on alcohol. Young adults get drunk off sex. Adults get drunk off family. Elderly get drunk off memories. We get drunk off #life.

Dance Would you dance if I asked you to dance? Would you run and never look back?'- Enrique Iglesias

Candy Dull. Then again, Swinton always is. Cassie wandered the streets littered with chewing gum. She saw the blue bridge at the bottom of the winding road that was lit with the faint, flickering light of a rusty old street lamp. Teenagers roamed aimlessly around the streets, looking for trouble, wearing trackies and Nike high tops. Not Cassie. When the icy breath of winter bites Cassie, she bites back. Everyone wears dull, meaningless colours. Cassie wears bubblegum pink, lime green and lemony yellow. Her clothes are tainted with glitter and sparkles. She struts around the streets wearing candy-red doc martens with polka dot laces. She's considered to be a freak. No boys will give her a second glance, except when they want to torment her. Her best friend, Hayley, thinks differently of her. Hayley believes that Cassie shows something unique that not even Katy Perry or Lady GaGa could come up with. The starry sky revealed the moons bright light, not a cloud in sight. Cassie had bright red ringlets for hair and deep blue eyes. Hayley had jet black hair that had been dip-dyed purple, much to their schools disapproval. Her emerald green eyes shimmered like the precious stone that they resemble.

Nightmares Monsters should only live in dreams.