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Ivy Walls and Blue Waterfalls.
Tell me a story with ivy walls and blue waterfalls, please!
Ended July 14, 2019 • 8 Entries • Created by LittleBugs
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Ivy Walls and Blue Waterfalls.
Tell me a story with ivy walls and blue waterfalls, please!
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Mazzmyrrheyes
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Ink-n-Ivy

Waterfalls of sapphire flow;

Her fountain pen now free.

Lattice walls take shape in prose,

As ivy climbs the ’try.

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Ivy Walls and Blue Waterfalls.
Tell me a story with ivy walls and blue waterfalls, please!
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tryingtobreathe
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I Dream

I dream of ivy walls

And blue waterfalls

I dream of the deepest green

And those hues in between

I dream of that water so free

And how I wished it was me

I dream of ivy walls

And blue waterfalls

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Ivy Walls and Blue Waterfalls.
Tell me a story with ivy walls and blue waterfalls, please!
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slnmten
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Bundle

The cries come through with static

as Momma groans out of bed;

the squirming bundle

has awakened himself

with screams of hunger.

Bleary-eyed with exhaustion,

Momma dead-walks to his crib

bracing herself against

verdant ivy wallpaper,

bumping past

the pastel canvas

of blue waterfalls,

plummeting onto

foamy dumping grounds.

She closes her fists

around the sides of the crib,

watching her boy

exerting his newfound power.

His blind eyes open,

sensing her presence

as his wails increase

in frequency.

She smiles,

through her weariness,

at the little soul

she created

as she scoops him into herself,

quelling his screams

with her naked breast.

Unexpected tears fill her eyes,

as she asks forgiveness

of herself,

for she is no longer

her own;

she now belongs to

only him.

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Ivy Walls and Blue Waterfalls.
Tell me a story with ivy walls and blue waterfalls, please!
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WhetherVain
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Ruins

She escapes.

She travels quickly through dark metal corridors past the death and decay that line the filthy, rust-ridden halls.

Her eyes search. They don’t settle on any of the scenes flying past her as she runs. They dart—frantically searching.

Her eyes find a place to land. A hole. Jagged and low on the metal wall. Through the hole she sees sunlight.

She leads with her head—eyes squeezed shut. She pushes and strains. Her shirt tears as her body pulls through. She slowly opens her eyes.

She is blinded.

Again, her vision adjusts. Her skin dances with foreign heat.

She watches the dappled light shift along the length of her arm. She doesn’t remember her skin being this fair.

She is overwhelmed—lost in the lush green world around her. The sounds are familiar; the birds are chirping, the wind is threading through the leaves, and water is rushing in the distance.

She needs water.

The sound of liquid crashing across rocks brings acute sensations to her mind. Her lips are cracked—her mouth is dry.

She startles at a sound.

Dropping to a crouch, she waits. Then, moving forward slowly, she is conscious of where she places her feet. She is careful not to make any noise.

A creature—small and quick—darts out of the brush and across the rocks and roots. She breathes, it’s only an animal.

She walks. Every step brings her closer to water. Clean water. Water that doesn’t taste like blood and iron.

She sees it.

A thin and clear stream runs blue through the rocks. It pools in level places—in others, it crashes. Here, the water lands heavily against the worn-smooth stones.

She drinks slowly at first, then desperately. The cool water quenching her vibrant thirst quickly. Moss grows bright around the edges of the pool.

She looks up, taking in her surroundings—her focus shifts.

She finds her eyes are drawn to a pattern. Rocks are stacked in places, woven throughout with dense ivy. The green fibrous vines and attached leaves suffocate the walls of smooth stone.

These are ruins.

She stands, revealing the extent of the structures. She remembers these walls, this was her home. She had laughed and played in this stream as a child.

She walks now, in a haze, seeing her memories play out before her. She sees her life—as it was before they came. As it could have been.

She hears chimes and bells. She sees her family walking carelessly through the narrow, charming alleys. She hears distant laughter.

She freezes.

She focuses, extending her perception—listening patiently—clearing her mind of memories.

She hears laughter.

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Ivy Walls and Blue Waterfalls.
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dominospice
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Castle Walls

Walls of pale armory,

A cover with a pretty face,

Leaves of dark emerald adorn the stones,

that create the figure of pleasantry.

From the entrance to the heart and soul,

the two arches of reflection,

streams and rivers of azure may flow,

as perfection cries at it's own deception.

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KEM2016
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Garden’s Delight

Ivy walls surround my Garden

hiding it in plain sight.

Roses bloom despite their thorns

And lilacs thrive at night.

Rain fills blue Waterfalls

Reflecting the light.

I sit upon this stone bench

And the Birds tell me to Write.

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JazzyGee
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Shadows here and whispers there.

People angry and always stare.

One day I wish to escape over the walls through the ivy.

One day I wish to see no one cryin’.

Over the mountains and through the woods

I see shadowed figures in hoods

Wow, what amazing blue waterfalls

watch out for the ledge, don’t walk just crawl.

Keep your head held high and don’t look down.

Heed my warning less you drown.

Ghouls and ghosts all I see.

Creepy dark things after me.

Wake now my sweet from thy slumber

Worry not for nightmares are not to remember .

Oh gosh it was but a dream.

Hush now dear nothing is as it seems.

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“Free”

When you mention ivy walls and blue waterfalls, many assume that you’re trapped in some shape or form: as a princess in a tower, or a kid trying to survive the many dangers hidden within a maze. When I think of ivy walls and blue waterfalls, I imagine something amazing, something magical: ancient ruins, a hiking expedition, or a relaxing day embraced by nature. I think ivy walls have many stories to tell and when you see the ivy, I imagine that each leaf is like a hidden memory; crawling across the ancient history that has been embedded into the wall by unknown hands.

The blue waterfalls are mystical. They are sometimes the epiphany of a wondrous landscape, a hidden door to worlds unknown. They sustain the life around them and are just a sight to behold, no matter how small or where they are discovered. Looking at them can make you feel free and unrestrained, relaxing your innermost thoughts, before you are then opened to the sounds of nature itself. Luckily for me, I got to experience both of these wondrous things.

The ivy walls I visited, were in the ruins of Alna. Surrounded by dense forest, it took several days for our small party of five to reach them. On our last day, as the sun was setting, the ivy that grew on the walls turned amber-gold. Each leaf emitting a soft glow in the dying rays of daylight. Daring, I reached out, taking one such leaf into the palm of my hand, caressing it. The leaf seemed to hum with energy then, the edges growing brighter before a burst of light blinded me and a flood of memories overwhelmed my sense of reality and fantasy: a father, dressed in a cloth-sack, teaching his son how to create mortar; a woman, bringing lunch to a soldier during the Bian War; a child wearing traditional garb, climbing the walls with his tribeskin. When the flood ceased and reality settled once more, I knew that this place was special and that it needed protection. I then formed an organization and after many years, I then moved on from the ruins of Alna to the waterfalls of Ceruan.

The waterfalls were equally as amazing. This time crossing the vast expanse of the Denu Desert, to the far reaches of its northeastern-most corner that borders Seruq; the oasis was well-hidden. After traveling for six months, our small group of five arrived with little to no coherence. The desert was known for its magical illusions, often leading many astray, but as a desert dweller myself, I treaded the hot sands with a fervor few could match...

It took us another day and a half to reach the waterfalls. The air, once hot and dry, suddenly cooled and filled with life. It sated our thirst and our bodies cries for comfort, and breathed new life into our small company. Many of us smiled, admiring the falls and their majestic, yet natural design. Others laughed and played in their shallow pools. I, on the other hand, stared at the biggest waterfall. With water that reflected the sky like a living mirage, the fall arched like an elegant dancer: the hands connecting the earth from above, the body letting the water flow freely as it traversed between earth and sky, and the feet disappearing into a watery shadow below at the base.

Holding a hand out, I whispered in the ancient tongue of the Ceruanian people. Slowly, the water parted, its’ blue current pulled apart like a curtain. Near the base, a small area of dark shale is revealed. Walking across the shallow pool, I passed the curtain and stood in front of the odd-looking rock. Touching its cool, slick surface, I accidentally cut myself. Biting back a curse, I watch as the layers peel-away and behind them, a door of exquisite make. Made with wood similar to black walnut, lined with silver filigree and inlaid with beautiful sapphires; the door inexplicably led to an unknown world. Grasping the polished, silver latch, I move the lock bolt and upon opening; brilliant light surrounded me and sounds of ancient words drifted through, gentle like the waves that hesitantly touch the sands of the shore. Smiling, I walk through and close the door, wondering what awaits me. Wondering if this new world is “free”.

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