Hey But these words people threw around - humans, monsters, heroes, villains - to Victor it was all just a matter of semantics. Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human
The villains were always ugly in books and movies. Necessarily so, it seemed. Because if they were attractive—if their looks matched their charm and their cunning—they wouldn't only be dangerous.
The villains were always ugly in books and movies. Necessarily so, it seemed. Because if they were attractive—if their looks matched their charm and their cunning—they wouldn't only be dangerous.
In the morning the big buzzling bumble bees widened the eyes up in the air in an elated search of sweet honey. The huge trees were swinging in the wind greeting good morning. The heads were tossing and They danced like the Lovers.
That was the morning, the Golden Sun was Waking up, it was better earlier.
The artistically ravishing And Beauteous sky was Exhaling the prevailing Peace of Heart and Mind.
Fresh,cool and Crispy wind was blowing with all its whiskey sentiments. It could be an enormous fine time for two Lovers to meet up and Watch the the exorbitant Nature with all its Tenderness and enchanted love.
This morning, the Bedsheets were Super cool naturally. The morning was not Making anybody to wake up. Since, one was compelled to work so he had to wake up to go to work. As was the case with All those; John, Karen, Sarah, and all.