Warmth in the ColdShe stared out the window at the whirling white. The old building barely stood against the storm, much less insulated the large room. The broken glass struggled to keep out the cold, but the wind was relentless. She stood in her black cloak, hopelessly trying to find her few trusted friends that she lost during the fight against the weather outside.Warmth in the Cold
“Zy-Zylla?” The boy’s plea did very little but agitate her further. She sharply pivoted on her heels to glare at him. Still his eyes whimpered. “I-I-I need a hug…”
She stared at him, her arms crossed. It took her a moment to work the request
Flight FeathersHe could hear the violins from the theater a block away. They sung of mystery and disappointment of oneself; the base cursing their high voices beneath them. Each note chased after him, haunting his ears to drive him far from those who played them. His blue feathers, ranging from the deep navy at the top to the pale blue at the bottom, molted as the dusk's gentle moon tore them from his wings.Flight Feathers
Paranoia held the reigns of his creative mind, and in the mental eye the tune took the forms of all his fears. He glanced over his shoulder to see the long trail of blue that fluttered behind him. Paled by the sight of it, he dug his hands
The HummingbirdThere once was a Hummingbird, And he was all alone. He had no close family, Nor did he have a home. But he was happy this way, And by himself he would roam, Because freedom was better, Than sticking to what you've always known.The Hummingbird
And one day, Just like any other, From his perch, Cried out a humming brother. "Hey you there, Why be without another, When friends are best, When their together."
The Hummingbird smiled, And hummed that way only he did, "Thanks for you offer, But it's something I must forbid." His broth
::The Tender Pearl::He crouched against the wall, the mud caked to his armor up to his breastplate. The shadow hid him from the enemy as long as he remained still. His hands were cupped into a ball, with an opening to peek inside. He shielded his precious object from the rain as he waited for supplies to come- if at all.::The Tender Pearl::
He usually kept it in an empty tic-tac box, which now filled with mud by his feet. Both were part of the last gift his girl had sent him, a hot thermos of Miso Soup, a small box of Pocky, and the Tic-Tacs. The next thing from her was a letter of his release- explaining that she had lost her engagement ring in the garbage disposal- b
Yay I'm a Noob Again
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Just your everyday philosophical romantic, at your service.
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There are two types of Secrets: Ones you hide from other people.
And ones you Hide from your self
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