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A bunch of stories and poems… |
As I catapult frantically towards the end of these dratted doors, I find myself at a point where there is no going back, no giving up. The concept of the doors inevitably reminds me of… you guessed it. For the (un)fortunate few who are as yet unaware of my obsession with Imagine Dragons, I'll say this House of Black and White reminds me of the music video for ID's Eyes Closed, where lead singer Dan Reynolds finds himself running endlessly through a maze of mysterious doorways that always bring him back in a circle no matter which one he chooses. Ok, enough of that. Now, where was I? Oh yeah… which team do I think is the most competent? That's easy: Targaryen, of course (no matter how many times I see that name on WdC, I shall never remember how to spell it or in what order the syllables go. Gboard spelled it for me ![]() ![]() ![]() I don't feel exactly what I would call a "kinship" with such a mighty team, however. I feel more at ease when bargaining with SandraLynn ![]() ![]() ![]() Though I remain perhaps the sole active warrior of House Mormont, I refuse to bend the knee (ok, I may have to bend the knee at that. Do I even know what it means?) Whatever. There will be no white flag above my grave, to quote Dido. I begin and end with music notes. Word Count: 337. Prompt: ▼ |