Breaking the Rules... They were enemies. Worse than enemies. She was the leading warrior of the angelic forces while he was trained as the top general of the demon realm; both were stationed as the one to take the other down. It was that very responsibility that landed them in the present situation. Suspicion glittered through her silvery irises as she located no answer in the blood red colour of his. The lack of hostility crackling between them was unnatural, though it did suit his earlier behaviour. Her bottom lip became subject of abuse as she chewed it to keep her heart from getting excited. He looked bored, seemingly uninterested in the rules he had broken.
After a few more minutes of silence, Amaranth could not restrain her tongue any longer.
"Why did you save me?"
Into the Night Hiro pushed his back against the wall, tightening his arms around himself and steeling his eyes, the colour of a distinguished red wine, on a certain figure who had become the center of attention at the party. He was focused on the determined movements of her hands gliding through the air, and the sway of her body to the music. He could see the hunter's presence in her graceful dance, the two worlds blending together in her movements. Hiro brushed off another request to dance, consumed by wonder and the devil of jealousy, both pulled from his chest by the angelic smile on her face and continual gliding. And all the suitors vying for her attention.
Frustration gurgled in his throat. Why was she having so much fun at something like this? He knows she hates wearing a dress, as proven by her black shorts beneath the evergreen fabric that began at her abdomen and brushed at her shins; the mid-thigh slits extending down
Let the water fall
Mind numbing ecstasy
It wasn’t
More like a blindfold
Roughly secured through the vision to a soul
Draped across those emerald eyes
Sometimes shimmering sometimes matte,
Always hidden
It wasn’t a flavour, numb
It had no connotations
No indications, a particular colour
Or scent
It wasn’t black, it wasn’t white
It certainly wasn’t grey
It was devoid of hue yet not transparent
It was visible only by imagination yet not perceptible to the eye
It is what, we believe, hidden depths of our minds,
Humans strive for after happiness
A numbness not of mind or soul of spirit
Or maybe, yes, all three
A concealing that erases
Negativity
All those feelings cooped inside of me
Cup your hands together
Let the water fall
Through the gaps you’ve created
It feels good, relaxing
You cease to hold the liquid in the puddle you created a home for
It freefalls while touching your skin
Ember amber tender
It doesn’t really
.seventh.heaven.I heard that a rabbit dies if it suffers solitude.
This is an Italian story about the love between two rabbits and other events.
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The rabbit tormented itself, he didn't know anything about love.
A bear arrived to encourage the rabbit who was alone.
And after, arrived a bird.
After a while, butterflies began to fly around.
It seemed that they wanted it to know in some way, about other things.
Following the invitation of the butterflies, the rabbit went to town.
The town which was located along the river, seemed dark and sad.
Suddenly a fish jumped from the river.
Does a flying fish jump? The flying fish, one after another, began to jump.
What happened? It seemed that the flying fish brought out the highlights in the town.
The rabbit came back to the forest and its sadness disappeared.
After that, another rabbit arrived.
The first rabbit came close to the other one without hesitance.
That rabbit wanted to stay close to the other.
And after...
The two rabbits stayed together forever.
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TPoTF - Old VersionPrologue</b>
A scream pierced through the nights air, and a growl was heard as a guy, seemingly nineteen years of age, turned, looking around as if to locate where the scream had originated from.
“Carol!” he yelled, his voice deep, with only a slight hint of worry hidden within his words, “Where are you!?” The only reply he got was a muffled cry as she tried to say something, but someone stopped her, making it harder for him to locate her.
“Damn it,” he growled, striding off in the direction he believed the scream to have come from. His worry wasn’t for her. Not for Carol: Not at all. The slight amount of worry he felt was for his child. Carol was merely a tool to get his child, and she was currently almost due, which was why he was worried, and so focused on finding her. If anything were to happen…
Another scream pierced the air, followed by a cry for help, at which he instantly looked around more urgently then before. It was Carol. He
Ancient ProphecyPrologue
“The time has come.”
The words came from the lips of an elderly man, as he rose to his feet in the small cabin he resided in, being careful as to not hit his head on one of the low-hanging wooden beams. Striding to the door at a slow pace, he then rested his hand lightly on the wood of the door, pushing against it, at which the door opened, and he left his small cabin, making sure to close the door behind him.
A breeze blew past him, lifting his white locks up, blowing behind him, until they once again settled down, reaching to just beneath his shoulder blades. His beard was the same color of his hair, and reached down just as far. Allowing a soft sigh to escape his lips, he turned to the right, and began his way up the path, to the summit of the mountain he resided on. A caring smile rested on his lips as he strode through the slowly diminishing darkness of the night, watching how an occasional owl would make its way back into the trees on the mountain