Sky
#1 of sky it's my first time so please tell me how i did prologue times change and as always we have shitty things happen. we must adapt or suffer the consequences. the things that make us who we are and what we do determines our fate.
Tearful Night
Haven that cries in the darkness. Star that shines the brightest. Who is the broken heart? That has hurtten you so much. For it is raining to night.
Welcoming Skies
As he relaxes amongst the colorful bed of flowers around and under him, a subtle gust of wind lifted up the delicate kite into the blue sky overhead, swaying gently on the string that is in the coyote's paw.
Castle In The Sky. Poem.
Up on the caste, in the sky. a place made, for you and i. a kingdom free, from any lies. a world be seen, for eager eyes. drawn beyond the lines of reason. a blue world, set for relaxation. the perfect weather, for every season.
WIP: Intro - No name
The time of age, a secret age where the hearts of many roamed freely yet were restricted to their own limitations. Linhamn, the main center of attention within the time period, held the largest land that was ruled by any government. Yet the people...
Dragon Mama - Chained Light
Okay, i'm not 100% happy with the focus shift mid-text, it feels like a bump in the road but I have no idea on how to properly implement that, not in this case at least. Either way, this is the last chapter, except I might do an epilogue, but that'll...
Dragon Mama - Wilted Vines
Okay, sorry for the excess tag but, the only way to properly describe what occurs here is as "Poetic torture", which is of course of the psychological type. I was so inspired when I wrote this and was falling over in tears right after I finished. ...
Dragon Mama - Dead Sparkler
Second part! My mood was fluctuating somewhat while writing everything but I wrote this and the previous chapter in one sitting. Dead Sparkler Hirya didn't want to think, it would be too painful to try to think and prepare for what was to...
Dragon Mama - Growling Tears
Alright so, this is a first-timer for me. Haven't wrote in forever, this took a million years to finish (for real, 3 months, not just this tale but the next 3 portions i'm posting in different posts) and i'm not a native english speaker. Do please...
Blue Skies
Dormant branches reach up like fingers to a cloudless sky, where not even the bravest of crows fly, and not a drop of summer's rain lingers. still the wind breathes, stirring dead leaves.
Flight of the Choir
Flutter and fall from skies cluttered with gull, adrift the feathers fall deprived. a current shall wash the foul from fowl amid the sun's beaming guise. aloft each wing, they chirp and sing to which each bird fondly replies.
Western Skies
Western skies * * * what is the value of gold, in the arms of someone old? can it have a certain purpose, something on its shiny surface?