Burning, fading, rising
Flying with pride and grace, crumbling into ash
Weeping, learning, rising
Burning, fading, rising
Flying with pride and grace, crumbling into ash
Weeping, learning, rising
|My personal favorite piece. The phoenix is such a majestic creature, and I draw so much inspiration from the very thought of it rising from the ashes again and again.|
Talk to Your DoctorThere was a family drowning
in summer light, laughing. Their dog
ran circles around himself
against the backdrop of their smiles.
Side effects may include:
Upset stomach, nausea
constipation, migraine, lethargy,
fever, and dry mouth
There was a driver one mile from
forever. Eternity opened up and kissed him
on the lips The red and orange leaves cascaded
around his windshield. He looked like everything
all at once.
Side effects may include:
Nightmares, anxiety, shaking,
tremors, feelings of inadequacy,
a body full of hopeless,
and sensitivity to everything.
There was a woman on a mountain, bathing
in snow. She spun under each flake
arms stretched out like the horizon.
Side effects may include:
forgetting the names of those you loved
forgetting where you placed their tombstones
forgetting when you felt human
forgetting how to say your own name.
I was buried underneath
the blankets, fever dripping
from my forehead — the light
from the television
kept me awake.
a world built by the Gods.
The sky is decorated by moons;
a blue moon
and a silver moon.
The landscape stretched for miles
of luscious green hills.
Mountains that touched the sky
and oceans that mimicked the rainbow.
Each season has a violent weather pattern;
summer has endless droughts and fires
autumn brings the boundless rains and floods
winter bears sub below temperatures and never ending blizzards
but spring is serene.
Most of the citizens live by the seasons
they are at the mercy of the Gods.
the elemental magic users in Lunaista,
have rose up against
In hopes of
freeing the citizens
of Lunaista from the wrath of the Gods.
Hellfire: Chapter Ten- Plans with Friends "She's not in the east corridor, either. Let's double-check near the west exit."Hellfire: Chapter Ten- Plans with Friends by Shining-Scribe
"I can't let them find me... I have to get out of here and find a real home... if there is one for me..."
Driven by DeterminationHow could such a task be expected of a child?Driven by Determination by Shining-Scribe
Just mere thought of him succeeding was wild,
But dare to try he did, though he knew for sure
His patience, determination and skills would have to be pure.
Older ones with more experience had failed to succeed;
He saw it as a golden opportunity, for by doing the deed,
He would show what he was capable of and earn some pride
That could only be attained through a long, bold stride.
He raised his trusty weapon, clutching it tightly with each hand;
The mighty power it held was all his to righteously command.
A deadly foe awaited him, having claimed many lives before;
"I'm going to beat you, just you watch!" he bravely swore.
The monster was unpredictable, attacking with rock, fire and ice;
The boy had to be quick on his feet, no time for him to think twice.
From all around the young lad was attacked, but he was ready;
He jumped, ducked, and dodged every barrage, keeping calm and steady.
The beast, however, cont
The Sirens of Angel WellThe sound came late at nightThe Sirens of Angel Well by poetrydelightful
Coming through the halls
Was the night I left my bed
To the sirens of angel well
Coaxed me from my deep trance
From the tangled sheets
To the misty early morn
Upon the foggy streets
The sky was thick, churning, and blue
Branches thrashing out
And when I heard the alluring sound
I ignored the angry cloud
The moon tumbled from the sky
And crashed into my eyes
Bright silver crescents
Half opened insomnia
The sound came in the night
My need began to swell
Twas the night that I died
By the sirens of angel well
They pulled me down
And took my heart
With their shining hair
They tore my eyes apart
They took my breath
From my lungs
Sinking like a stone
Through murderous wishes
Their song still rung
The early light rose above
The tolling of the bell
My ignorance had sunk to death
To the sirens of angel well.
EchoEchoEcho by Larathain
Another drop falls upon the floor
A ring that sings within
Opening through another door
A knock between and in
Within the fall the time goes slow
A pause in pain to stall
Fading is life's purest glow
Caught within the call
Another droplet falls away
Darker grows the soul
Somewhere lost between night and day
Shuddering to your whole
Cracks and cuts within your heart
The soul-shine mirror shatters
Where the lines due their depart
And sensibility scatters
A droplet into the puddle fore
Dripping from your hallow core
Falling from you to there
Absent comfort, absent solace
You begin to think
In a time of purest solstice
As you near the brink
Another drip dares from your heart
Shaking against the cold
Has come unbidden to restart
Pain by: all the years of old
Memory returns, pain renewed
By their absent care
Though giving others smiles trued
The drops don't fade to air
Another drip falls from your hand
Resonating in your soul
Darkness daring its demand
A slowly gr
Adventures on TapeAdventures in the black and whiteAdventures on Tape by madam--guillotine
now long-forgotten tales
stories of heroes and of might
now only legends of old.
There were vigilantes, cowboys
and all the inbetween
now they're all white-noise
'gainst the golden plated graphics.
No more 'capades or escapes
by white hatted heroes.
Adventures on video tape
to degrade like their tales of old
"She's not in the east corridor, either. Let's double-check near the west exit."
"I can't let them find me... I have to get out of here and find a real home... if there is one for me..."
"Mother may be full of herself, but I still call this place home for my sister's sake. Would you like to meet her over a dinner party?"
"I have never attended a party... but I suppose this is an invigorating opportunity."
"Have you ever had the opportunity to attend a dinner party? I think we could both use something to cool ourselves down."
"Mother and I attended many in our village..."
"My village can wait! I won't leave you after all you've done for-"
"STAY WITH ME BECAUSE YOU WANT TO, NOT BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO!"
There is a being who can decide what will be burned.
What she chooses to burn depends on who makes her decisions.
Chapter Ten: Plans with Friends
"I'm fine, Bethany. I promise you have nothing to worry about."
"Teran, you sound like something is really bothering you."
"Well I am pretty sore, but other than that I'm all good. You look really tired, though."
"I've tried not to get worked up worrying about you, but it's really hard not to."
"You really should go do something fun to ease your mind. It's not like I'm going anywhere, y'know? Plus Ricky and Suzy are gonna come visit me, so I won't be alone!"
Was he telling the truth? Bethany thought, clutching her lavender handbag tightly as she walked down the street on a partly cloudy morning. The paramedics said that the person who called 911 heard him scream in a voice that sounded like it belonged to an older woman. She started to slow down, narrowly avoiding bumping into an older lady. Still, she's showed up before while he's at school, so why should I worry? She gritted her teeth. I can't believe I'm actually thinking that! I should be worrying because what's-her-name is most definitely responsible for him standing in the middle of the street while a car was heading straight for him! How can I be out here trying to have a good time while he's-
Her thinking was interrupted by her bumping into somebody. Her knee-length orange skirt hit the ground, purse falling onto the stomach area of her sleeveless brown top. She pushed her lavender scarf away from her face and looked up at Tanya, who offered a hand.
"Long time no see," Tanya said, grinning from ear to ear. "Cliche phrase, I know, but people seem to end up saying it anyway when they greet somebody they know."
After being helped up, Bethany looked at Tanya's black sweatpants. "How's your leg?" She asked, winking. "It must be perfectly healed if you're out of the hospital already."
Tanya rolled her eyes. "Alright," she reached into her jacket pocket, "how much do you want? I'm willing to go up to a hundred if it means keeping you from calling the cops."
Bethany shook her head and smiled. "If I did that, my teenage self would be cursing my existence. After all, lord knows I snuck out of the hospital back when I hated doctors."
"You hated doctors too, huh?" Tanya started walking, tightly clutching her plastic grocery bags and stepping hard with her forest-green tennis shoes. "Sorry to suddenly start moving, but I have some gals waiting for me back home." She stopped walking and grinned at Bethany. "If you wanna join the hair dye hullabaloo, you're more than welcome."
"I..." Bethany's smile faded as she turned back in the direction of the hospital, orange flats scraping the pavement. "I'm afraid I have somebody who needs me..." she turned back to Tanya, "except he doesn't want me to worry about him..." she turned again, "but I'm his mother, I can't leave him in the hospital and act like nothing's wrong..." she tossed her handbag onto the pavement, "but I couldn't do anything anyway because doctors aren't allowed to treat family members except he's still seriously hurt because I'm absolutely useless as a mother! How can I possibly ease my mind knowing that he could just jump off a building without warning?!"
Tanya looked taken aback when Bethany suddenly hugged her, but she shrugged and stood still as Bethany sobbed.
"I think he'll be fine," Tanya said. "I don't know the kid personally, but I know that doctors are very stubborn. If they want to save a life, they'll raise hell to do it." She winked at Bethany. "They're annoyingly persistent that way."
Bethany's smile returned. "You're right about that. I know what it's like to get that feeling of annoying persistence when I'm trying to save the life of a patient." She looked toward the hospital. "He doesn't want me to worry about him, but-"
"The two of us," Tanya interrupted, firmly squeezing Bethany's hand, "have faced too much shit to let worry consume us. We've both escaped so-called families that treated us worse than dog crap and have successful jobs, right? If we've done that, no negative emotion should be able to keep us down."
Bethany nodded her head. "It's like those two ladies in the waiting room told me: if I can fight worry and be happy, I'm doing something good for both him and I." She started walking. "So to answer your question, I'd love to join you, but first I have a question of my own."
"The janitor's cart," Tanya replied without hesitation. "He looked like a pretty old fella, so I figured he wasn't likely to notice it being heavier than usual. When he started chatting it up with the floor nurse, I just snuck inside the trash bag when nobody was looking, covered myself with some of the junk in there and waited until he was heading toward the dumpster. The rest," she gave Bethany a thumbs-up, "is history."
"I am starting to question why this network calls itself the History Channel. This is the fifth episode of Pawn Stars in a row, and it does not look like the marathon is going to end soon."
Raina sat on the couch, teal dress running down to the floor; her green hair, tied in a straight ponytail, ran down the back of the couch. She heard giggling coming from the kitchen as she began flipping through channels.
"My my, you're so squirmy, Alisa!"
"I'm trying my best to hold still, Milady! I didn't think it would be this difficult!"
Raina chuckled and turned her head to see Alisa sitting at the kitchen table, covered in a black hair-cutting cape. Yuriko stood over her, wearing a gold-trimmed white blouse, knee-length black pants and white flat-footed shoes. One white-gloved hand held a pair of scissors while the other held Alisa's blonde strands. Large chunks of blonde had already fallen to the floor, and hair that once made up Alisa's braided ponytail only went slightly past her shoulders when un-braided.
"It's been a while since your hair was this short," Yuriko said, snipping a few strands. "I'm going to miss your braids, but your hair looks pretty no matter what."
"I may be the least eager of us when it comes to getting my hair dyed," Alisa replied, "but I want to be polite and make sure Tanya doesn't have too much hair to deal with, even though I doubt she'd mind."
"Speaking of which," Yuriko grinned from ear to ear, "have you two dears decided what color you would like your hair to be?"
"I have decided to be what one might call adventurous," Raina opened up a page of "Paint Your Hair" and held it up. "Having yellow on one side and light green on the other side would allow my hair to match the color scheme of my usual robe. Even though I am not wearing it at the moment, I still think it will be nice to try something different."
"That's why I decided to go for a color I seldom wear on my person," Yuriko said. "I found a shade of blue in that magazine that is supposed to match the color of the oceans in the human world." Her expression softened. "Parting with pink hair is going to be hard..." the scissors were shaking, but she steadied her scissor hand by grabbing it with her other hand. "It's going to be hard parting ways with a color I've..." she slammed the scissors down on the table and covered her mouth.
I believe in you, Yuriko, Raina thought. I believe you can fight this, even if you may doubt that.
Yuriko let go of her mouth and let out a long sigh. "Luka wore a lot of pink because she wanted to be like me." She started to cry, but she kept a smile on her face. "I may be crying, but believe it or not I'm actually feeling delightful at the moment. I know my precious sister would want me to enjoy myself during our little activity, so that I shall do, for her and for us!"
The front door opened just as Yuriko finished talking, and Tanya walked in with Bethany behind her, both of them grinning and holding grocery bags.
"It's nice to see you all again," Bethany said, waving to Tanya's company while she and Tanya set their bags in the recliner. "I hope you don't mind somebody joining in on your dye party." She shook her head. "I mean hair-dyeing party, because I certainly don't mean the other kind of die!"
"I too was confused at first," Raina said with a soft laugh. "I did not understand why Tanya wished to murder her hair when she first mentioned dyeing to me."
"Speaking of dyeing," Yuriko patted Alisa's hair, "somebody never got to share the color she wants her hair to be."
"If I must," Alisa ran a hand through her bangs, "I will choose red. It matches my usual dress and," she smiled sadly, "it's a color mother was fond of."
Ah yes. Yuriko ran her hand down to Alisa's back. I heard Alisa's mother possessed red Hellfire that was said to be among the most powerful of any living demon at the time. Her hand fell from Alisa's back. It's no wonder Zakura's followers wanted her...
"While it's not my favorite color in the world," Tanya patted her head, "I'm gonna go with pink. It's one of the few colors my hair hasn't been dyed before, so I should give it a chance to shine."
"I remember dyeing my hair bright orange when I was a teenager," Bethany said, blushing a little. "I think it would be fun to sort of resurrect my rebellious days. My youngest patients at the hospital would probably love it as well."
"Since we all know what we want," Tanya started emptying the bags, "let's give our hair some love! Fortunately I bought a bunch of different dye colors, so all of the ones you asked for are with us and ready to be used."
She opened the closet door and pulled out a few clear, plastic sheets; she covered the recliner with them and pushed the nearby ottoman over to it. She happily said "so we can kick back and live like we're on the beach" before dragging the table from near the couch to the left side of the recliner. She put all of the dye bottles on the table, went to her room and came back with many other supplies.
"Have you two ever dyed your hair before?" Bethany asked the rest of the ladies.
"Tanya is responsible for my hair being its current green color," Raina said. "Her work was my first experience with dyeing hair, however."
"I'm surprised Milady and I have yet to do so," Alisa replied as her cape was removed to reveal a hot pink top and skirt that matched her hair ribbon. "Tanya has asked to dye our hair before, but we've always been able to avoid it until now."
"Oh hush," Yuriko teased, walking into the living room with Alisa, whose white heels gently clapped. "It's not going to be as spooky and nasty as you think, my sweet."
"Definitely not," Tanya said, putting an empty bowl of dye and a dye brush on the left arm of the recliner. "In fact, why don't we prove it right away by having you be first?"
"Wonderful idea!" Yuriko squealed, pushing Alisa into the recliner.
"I guess Milady insists," Alisa mumbled, her face buried in the recliner.
"In that case," Tanya covered Alisa with another black cape, "would she like to be the one who de-blondes those blonde locks?"
Yuriko's eyes lit up. "ABSOLUTELY!" She ripped the bottle of red dye from Tanya's hands just as the latter grabbed it. "Let's get that hair to match your dress, Alisa!"
Yuriko stepped forward, squeezed the bottle tightly and thrust her arms out, but she was grabbed from behind by Tanya. The surprise caused Yuriko to jump, making her let go of the bottle, which flew right at Alisa. Tanya watched Alisa's face get splattered in red dye, but she didn't get the chance to say anything before Yuriko grabbed her by the throat.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" She screeched. "WHY DID YOU THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA?!"
"I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO JUST GO CRAZY WITHOUT HAVING A CLUE WHAT YOU WERE DOING!" Tanya shouted back.
"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO BEFORE I SQUEEZED THE BOTTLE?!" Yuriko shot back.
"Both of you stop it!" Bethany cried, pulling a cell phone out of her pocket. "If I have to call the police, I will!"
"You will do no such thing!" Alisa shouted at Bethany. "Their intervention will just-"
Everyone turned their heads when they heard a crash of thunder. Raina stared into Yuriko's eyes, a furious expression on her face.
"You promised you would fight," Raina said, fists clenched. "You told me on that day that you were not going to give up. When you were trembling, crying and screaming, you-"
"I said I wouldn't let it control me," Yuriko said, letting go of Tanya. "I vowed to battle against it, no matter how strenuous it may be."
"Ummm..." Bethany put her cell phone back in her pocket. "I don't really get what's happening, so I'm just gonna-"
She tried to take a seat on the couch, but she tripped over the bottle of red dye; the accident caused the bottle to be flung in the air, splattering dye all over Yuriko. Everyone fell silent, but the stillness was broken up by giddy laughter.
"I really have no idea what I'm doing!" Yuriko exclaimed happily. "Tanya better tell me what to do before things get any messier."
As Tanya rubbed her neck, she heard Raina whisper "please have faith in her" in her ear. Tanya mumbled "and risk having my neck snapped off?!", but Raina put a hand on her shoulder and said "we are all burdened".
"Tanya had also better know that I..." she wiped some dye from her face and flicked it on Tanya's nose, "think she needs to join the dye party!"
Tanya took a deep breath, wiped the dye from her nose and flicked it back at Yuriko. "If it means staying on your good side, I guess I'm game!" She whispered "if she tries that again, you've got my back, right?" to Raina, who smiled and nodded.
"Are things always this... exciting with your group?" Bethany asked Alisa, handing her a towel.
"You might say," Alisa replied with a grin, "we're far from ordinary."
This child is far from ordinary.
She drifted in the black void, violet ponytail flowing, black flames surrounding her naked body. Her piercing red eyes gazed into the blackness while her ears listened to Teran's soft snores.
How and why was he infused with my soul? There must be a reason, and I must find it.
She gritted her teeth and glared, unable to do anything but float, look and listen.
I can feel it... my Hellfire is trapped in that accursed crypt, doomed to do nothing more than exist. She lowered her head. The great Lady Zakura, she who is destined to carry out the extinction of every trace of human and angelkind, sits in the body of a filthy human child. She cringed. How utterly humiliating.
This humiliation is what I deserve.
From her place high above the crypt, Adreis endured the sting of the golden, flaming strings suspending her in the air and forcing her to slap herself in the face again and again. Her silver hair flung about with each slap, though not much of it remained; a string of fire wrapped tightly around it had reduced it from shoulder-length to ear-length.
I must use this, Adreis thought, violet eyes looking down at the crypt. This pain shall give me the strength necessary to fulfill my mission. She was slapped across each cheek simultaneously. I will bring you home, dear sister. Father will show you that you are not beyond redemption, and then... a tear fell from her face and soared down toward the crypt.
We will be a happy family, Raina. Just like Mother wanted.
Mirrored EmotionsThe dim light from the candles threw shadows across the spacious room, its warm yellow glow bringing a sharp contrast to the dark blood-red color of the silk linings of the poster bed. The furniture in the room was scarce, but each piece was a mammoth size. The intricate gold detailing on every item was done to perfection, its elegance befitting the status of its owner and sole occupant of the room who currently sat in front of the dresser.
Facing the large mirror, her fingers dragged the brush through her long wavy pink hair, smoothing out the small tangles that had popped up during the course of the day. She appraised her reflection as the last curls fell into place. Staring back at her was a young woman whose red eyes conveyed exhaustion, and whose lips curled down in a stubborn frown. The simple black dress she had on as a nightgown flowed to the ground, covering her slim body. The only item that conveyed her status sat on top of her head, its shiny surface reflecting the candle li
ashes to ashes "You know that's going to kill you, right?"
"I am aware." Stefan took another draw from the cigarette, blowing a smoky stream into the cold, Arctic air. The tips of his curly brown hair waved in the wind. In his other hand, he held a flustered red rose, whose flourishing bud was missing a few petals. He tapped the end of the cigarette, dropping speckles of ash onto the ground. "What a beautiful sight, isn't it?"
The two men stood in near-silence, only interrupted by a chattering comment from Tomas and a curt answer from Stefan; their black coats contrasted sharply with the bare landscape of the tundra. Tufts of green and spots of color cracked the white blanket of snow. Occasionally a flock of black birds would fly overhead, or over a herd of caribou grazing on the thawing flora. But otherwise, it was the closest to nowhere that Tomas has ever visited. Even the Amazon forest, where human civilization existed in the
The O'Neil HouseYou mustn’t ever go near the old O’Neil home
It’s a place where sadness and misfortune roam
But I will tell you it was not always so
Once upon a time not too long ago
The O’Neil’s were nothing but happy
A perfect white picket fence family
They had a rosy cheeked little girl
With unruly crimson hair that did curl
She ran among the roses Misses O’Neil tended
Each one a fairy of great power she pretended
Yes lovely and the happiest they were
Till the bluest of blue events did occur
Little O’Neil was frolicking and a field she passed by
The most vibrant purple wild flower caught her eye
Why a great fairy queen must reside there she thought
So a quest she underwent many evil brambles she fought
To reach the greatest loveliest flower of them all
Yet this grandest noblest quest was her down fall
For when she reached the grand sacred bloom
She was suddenly lost in a terrible foggy gloom
Her parents they did look high and low
But all fate did reward the
The Wires Within Our SoulsPart 1: The Scientist
“Ah, the simulation hypothesis, an interesting proposition if I do say so myself. Considering the fact that there are countless simulations in our world that are capable of creating complex worlds and scenarios. So it’s a very plausible theory if you think about it. But enough about this, let’s get back to the task at hand. Artificial Intelligence – is in a way a kind of complex simulation. The most important aspect of an artificial intelligence is not to program a machine everything there is to know, but to program it to be able to learn and evolve, and eventually it will be able to learn everything there is to know, an important distinction…”
The lesson went on for a while longer, but Professor Franklin felt a strange tension in the air. There was probably someone waiting outside the door.
“Alright… remember to do your assignments, alright class?”
A man of scienceHe was a man of science. All his world was pure science and technology. It has been the technology that brought him there. That build this marvelous creation. That made the human kind reach this far.
But still, the thing on the other side defied any scientific explanation.
He didn't understand how it was possible. Science ruled the world and the world followed it's rules. Always.
He clenched his fists. More time he spent here, more he felt truth slipping between his fingers. They tried everything. They tried to do all the possible tests from this side of the glass.
But the mermaid on the other side kept dancing in the water, kept writing on the glass. Kept smiling at them. She was as alive as them. She shoudln't. How it was possible?
She showed all the behaviours of a sentient being. It had reacted to their presence since they had landed and builded the observatory. But they never got to capture her... she always disappeared at the right time. Only to appear back soon after.
fallen angelI awaken slowly, my body in excruciating pain feeling like I'm on fire. And my wings... No my wings sitting up grunting in pain with every move. I look back at my once
white wings. Black as night ripped into like something tore right through silent tears run down my face as I examine the rest of my body. My white dress torn,
my blonde hair tangled and dirty. Bruised and cut, Bleeding I shouldn't be bleeding my wings shouldn't be black I'm an angel. Shaking crying in pain screaming out a
few rays of light shine into my eyes as I finally look around. I was in the middle of an abandoned building the wood boards falling off rotting away long. Light
shining in from every direction, with a realization finally hitting me. I was now a fallen angel, but how I didn't do anything wrong, I don't think anyways. Standing
up slowly crying out as I fall against the wall hoping it will stay put. I walk outside slowly, steadily the light hitting my eyes, stinging them I cover them with my
arm as I wait
Noctabellum - Chapter 1My blue skin struggles in the tangles of the parachute desperate for escape. The intense sun overhead cooks through my plastic prison producing a repugnant synthetic odor. I need fresh air! I cannot comprehend how I got in here, or much else that happened in the past hour. My knowledge is limited for an early teenaged girl, but I do know this: I’m living on borrowed time.
Persistent effort rewards me handsomely with a breath of fresh air. I sigh deeply, evaluating the summer grass field which greets me. The sun’s strength simmers to a gentle breeze of cool air on my face. In the distance are rolling hills with no artificial body in sight except for the condemning air station above me.
“Fourth?” I desperately call out. “Fourth! Where are you?”
The wind chills my ears with silence; a lonesome atmosphere where my imagination pictures an abrupt advent of white-masked monsters.
“Fourth…” I call again.
“Over here.” A boy my ag
crag hagshe came down from yon craggy peaks,
with her snow-owl's talons and beaks
and blizzard's howl killing the weak.
for those still left she's on the prowl
with her snow owls and blizzard's howl.
her fire's frozen all it's burned.
the witch, she danced; in sigils turned.
the flame, it pranced; by 'mancy churned.
once veld, this tundra's now her manse;
the witch she danced, the flame it pranced.
The Wrong ChoiceRobin’s black hair painted the blood red pillow as she snored lightly. She had been sleeping restlessly for a short four hours. Sleep was the only way she could escape the pain her own mind inflicted upon her. She was at war with her own thoughts, and she hated herself more and more every day because of it. Ever since the day she chose to live instead of die, Robin had grown to hate herself. Despite her self-hatred, she could never find the courage to kill herself.
“Now that you know my secret, I can’t let you go. You must choose, little Robin. Will you choose life or death?” his breath felt humid against her pale face that was stricken with fear.
Robin was silent for a moment. When she could no longer stand his deadly stare, she said, “You’re a monster.”
The man barely chuckled at her comment. “I think that is fairly obvious, dear. Are you going to make your choice, or would you rather me decide for you?” Robin looked away from
Petalboy: A Story for ChildrenHow long had he wandered? Had it been an hour? A day? A week? He coughed and his tiny body shuddered. Dressed only in a raincoat, pyjamas and one wellington, Joseph tried his hardest to climb up the next hill that stood in his way. Up until that point, the terrain had been utterly flat. A few bare trees had dotted the landscape, while wild elk had moaned in the distance. Joseph had yet to see one up close. Now that the ground sloped upwards, it became more and more difficult to keep going. The hill had trees growing at a skewed angle to the ground from it; each one had shed its leaves. These leaves coated the ground, making Joseph's climb unnecessarily slippery. His right hand alone could only hold on to so much. He struggled to grip anything with his bare right foot, and the sole of his left wellington (which was actually a right wellington on a left foot) had become too worn by use to grip either.
How long had he really been wandering? Years?
But he wasn't
Memories of wings'Vanitatum vanitas',
Said the Angel, as he flicked
A cigarette butt to the city
Down below, at his feet.
Shrugged silently as he raised
His eyes above to the skies,
Beholding the vast darkness
Seeking for a single spot of light.
Atop an observatory, they say
The closest of places
Humans can be to God,
'What great lies' he thought.
He reached with his hands
For a divine touch he once got,
Praying silently to a father
Who banished his child.
His fingers ran through the place
Where his wings used to be,
'Never more the perfect creature'
Now stripped of his grace.
He shut his eyes tight,
Saw visions of those flames
Eating souls, not purify them,
In the grounds of the old Beast.
And there was he, in the middle,
Among this heard of animals,
Heading to the slaughterhouse.
'Et omnia vanitas.'
Hello everybody! I actually finally am updating this for the first time in over a year!
This is Scribe, and coming up soon will be an updated personal bio.