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I'd know not where to go.She was sitting in a wooden bench underneath a tree. Her hair fell into her face with a short burst of wind. She let a sigh out and gently slid her hair back behind her ear with her long fingers. Everything about her was so fragile, yet so clear. She always seemed so sure of herself, but he could see that she had a fragile side hidden away somewhere.
She was leaning against him, with her head on his chest. She was looking away with him as she nibbled on the end of her pen, deep in thought. A couple words were scrawled loosely onto the page before the pen returned to tap her cheek. If she's looking for perfection, all she has to do is look in the mirror. His thoughts as he sat there revolved around her. A few fingers wove themselves through her silk-like hair as they sat together.
She seemed so focused on her pen. She didn't seem to be paying him any mind. She probably wouldn't even notice if I left. She seemed so sure of herself, so secure. Surely, she didn't really need
Moon and Sun, Yin and YangThey are total opposites: yin and yang from each other. Like the sun and the moon. But what does that change? He loves her.
Have you ever seen the moon in the afternoon sky and wondered why he was there? He knows the sun will be there, so he rises early. Though he can't go near her, he watches from afar, eternally half a day away from her side.
The sun is beautiful, glowing, surrounded by people. They bask in her light and marvel at the beauty she creates. She is never alone, not knowing the love she is missing.
The moon reflects her light, banished to the dark cold of the night. He revels in the chance to visit the day. He is alone in the night sky: a crowded room of stars. None of them shine as brightly as his love, the sun. He is always lonely, but always faithful to the sun. Never has he loved another.
A crystal tear fell from the moon's face as the sun left his side and night set in. A shooting star was what we would see from our view down below.
After the Rain has PassedHave you ever noticed that the grass looks a little greener after a storm? The sun seems to shine just that much brighter. It's like Mother Nature's way of making it up to you after a thunderstorm.
Have you ever noticed that people are like that too? They smile a little brighter after you let them cry on your shoulder. They're a little nicer - a little more sincere. It's like a secret thank you. Even if no one else notices, they know how big of a difference that small gesture made. They want you to know that you made a difference, even if it's only subconsciously.
The Beach in My SoulHave you ever been to the beach? Not just any beach. I have, long ago. It's distant: a memory from my childhood. Remember the story of footprints in the sand? It is very much like that beach. It may even be the very same beach.
In my dreams, I walked along the beach. The warm sand gave way beneath my feet and squished beneath my toes. The golden grains kissed my skin like tiny droplets of sunlight as I picked up a handful and let the sand slide through my fingers. I walked to the edge of the sea and let the waves wash over my feet. The wet sand wrapped itself around my toes; it begged me to stay. A small crab crawled nearby, shaking his claw at me. He looked like a little old man, yelling at a child to get off his lawn.
My footprints had marred the beautiful perfection of the beach. That was when I noticed his footprints, parallel to my own. They were light and intricately detailed. No imperfections weighed down on them. However, there was a small red spot in the center of each print w
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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