People, a broad word that is used daily by everyone on planet earth. Every person is different. There are many different types, and a lot of them are overlooked. Some people are sweet and generous. They always smile and care for everyone around them, even if they don’t have much.
All we see is the surface. All anyone knows is the surface. What if
you had a conversation with the person that is always smiling? Would you still see them the same?
Maybe the words they are saying are still sweet and kind, but did you notice the small but quick wave of sadness go over them, when you asked how their life was so perfect and so happy? You see, they may seem so perfect on the surface, but deep down that ...
It might sound cheesy, but to me she was everything I ever wanted to be. Strong, beautiful, smart, and kind. I looked up at her from below where her feet stood, and the view was blinding. The star, the sun, or whatever the kid me would call her.
And during nights she sang me a lullaby; at mornings she
delivered me a sweet kiss on forehead; at noon she guarded me from meanies. Whenever I stared at the mirror, I could see her staring back at me with proudness in her eyes. The gleam of her shield said, "it's fine. Keep going."
I was never a brave kid. Lonely at times, sad all the times. This life might take a toll on me but then again, as long as she was...
Mory lives in a world where everybody's got their own special set of powers from a certain animal. On the day of his graduation from the Bird Land Academy, insect warriors sneak into his homeland and carry out a surprise attack that kills his father and triggers a massive war. An infuriated Mory leaves home and dives right into the war so he can get revenge
I first saw Lasker standing and giving errands to the sentry and freeman along the edge of a small cliff, near the bend in the road that I was walking on.
I remember looking at his stature with sharp body lines against the purple sky, an endless sea spreading before us creating a harmony of pieces bonded into the shades of an image the
moment had enjoined for, and thinking all the while dipping and swimming across the sea. An itchy longing for forbidden Isles and never seen land past the stoic man that stood with his chin high-up and hands clasped at the back.
I still remember his spreading gaze sweeping across me.
My story starts with my learning to count fingers on both my hands to wh...
As a brisk winter chill forced a shiver down my spine, frost grows from the corners of the glass. Snow falls like petals in an autumn breeze. I quickly shake away the cold to point out a glowing dot of light amidst the frost filled blizzard. With a smile, I point, " Father look, isn't it beautiful?".
Though I expected
my father to hold his signature smile, he fell further into his lone couch. As he interlocked his fingers, a shadow loomed over his body. Seeing his worried demeanor, forced me to look back at the ever-growing dot of light. As my vision focused, I noticed a hoard of people marching in unison.
Again, I pestered my father, " father, who are those peopl...
I pushed my way through the faceless crowd, those who surrounded me became a blur.
I do not remember where I was going, or how I ended up here all I remember is dying and waking up in someone else’s body.
I took a quick intake of air into my heaving lungs. I could smell my own fear, the sour scent of sweat and the smell of perfume.
I felt like
a wet dog with my hair so damp it stuck to the nape of my neck.
I squared my shoulders and tried on a smile. But I am sure my face took on a sickly shade of green. And my smile was more of a grimace. My gut twisted itself into knots
A figure stood in the shadows.
I pretended not to see it.
I quickened my pace but I did not run in fear of drawi...
1 - Daisies
Children are like daisies, they all reach as high as they can for a dream or a goal that seems unreachable, only the lucky few ever reach the sapphire blues and pure whites. They're all children wanting to grow up as losing innocence is easy but, sadly, growing up is hard to face. They're so small and so insignificant that it all seems futile.
Their features made of stone, pretending that they're okay, that they don't care.
Why care for an already broken world? It's the same as caring for a broken person. You fall in love with the way the breeze makes the leaves and grass wave wildly, the way the sun feels like a relief after being in the shade. You fall in love with the way nature moves, look...
The knight approached the battlefield with his sword and shield at hand. His armor reflected the treacherous battle ahead. He walked calmly as if he had nothing to fear and had no distinct emotion on his face. Of the thousands of warriors, few noticed he was present. A warrior of big stature drew nearer to the young knight. The big warrior’s dark black
armor was intimidating to most warriors, but the young knight simply raised his bright red shield to deflect the incoming blade. He then slightly lowered his shield and swiped his fine point sword against the warrior’s unprotected arm. A painful gash appeared and he screeched in agony as bright red blood tricked down to his gloved hand. The warrior’s once b...
Night and Day were the first ever entities to claim a space of the universe. Night and Day were close friends, though they were polar opposites. Night´s dark, black silky hair bounced everywhere they had walked; their eyes cold and mysterious like a dark void. Sun´s bright, prideful smile would leave Night feeling hopeful. Night and Day decided to create
their own world, a world where humans existed.
Time was split into two, evenly shared between Night and Day. Though, Night realized this wasn´t fair at all. The mortals were more active during the day; and many feared Night with its unfamiliarity. Night was infuriated, and soon, confronted Day about this matter. They started a fight.
This went on for ce...
"Most assuredly, I say to you, the hour is coming, and now is, when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God; and those who hear will live. For as the Father has life in Himself, so He has granted the Son to have life in Himself, and has given Him authority to execute judgement also, because He is the Son of Man. Do not marvel at this; for the hour is
coming in which all who are in the graves will hear His voice and come forth -- those who have done good, to the resurrection of life, and those who have done evil, to the resurrection of condemnation."
Mick spat on the ground at the words. 'Can't believe preachers are still peddling that crap. We're twenty years into this goddamn war, and there ain't no ...
One summer morning a little tailor was sitting on his board near the window, and working cheerfully with all his might, when an old woman came down the street crying,
"Good jelly to sell! good jelly to sell!"
The cry sounded pleasant in the little tailor's ears, so he put his head out of the window, and called out,
"Here, my good woman—come here,
if you want a customer."
So the poor woman climbed the steps with her heavy basket, and was obliged to unpack and display all her pots to the tailor. He looked at every one of them, and lifting all the lids, applied his nose to each, and said at last,
"The jelly seems pretty good; you may weigh me out four half ounces, or I don't mind having a quarter ...
Leuthra squinted through the settling merel-dust at the last seven stairs above her, at the open doorway. The next-to-last doorway, if the proclamation had ben true, before she would meet the queen she’d come to challenge. She hadn’t expected to get this far; she’d thought there would be guards, monsters, poison in the air… but so far it seemed the
queen might mean to keep her word: the one brave enough to challenge her alone would meet her alone. Certainly she’d kept her word about the speed and thoroughness with which any larger rebellion would be crushed. Leuthra wasn’t fool enough to trust her, for all that--hence the merel-dust pouch at her belt.
As a golden emblem, the sun lay high in the sapphire sky. Vapors of steam rose from the mounds of snow about, while whispering hisses emerged from the crackling ivory ground. If any man dared to stare long enough, he would have gone blind, for the sun glistened upon the snowy earth quite brightly. Yet within the frozen, melting snow, there ran a red
On the frozen tundra lay a stretch of motionless men covered in blood stained armor. The giants from the north, with their fair blonde hair, had battled against the men of King Abhor, whose kingdom lied far to the east.
Two forms could still be seen moving amongst the slain, and one was a giant. The giant stood tall with his firmly carved arms, sculptur...
Charlie always plays with Seth, Mic, Celia, Amy and Lucy in the orchard under the citrus trees after the day’s fulfillments. The children are all expected to meet in the library at 7 am every morning for math, literature and lecture on all subjects valued by the community. The children then have to attend hands on learning and contribute to the small
society. Charlie knew he would marry Celia, his paring had been arranged by the scientists in his community before he was in his mother's womb. He knew Seth and Lucy would marry and Amy and Mic would marry. They all knew how many children they each would have and they knew how their genetic lineage would pair off for optimal human creation for the next 7 generati...
Long ago, in the Caves of Hrothgar, ruled a Dwarf king with three sons. The first son, Galar, was valiant and noble to his kinsmen, the second son, Grerr, was cunning and devious, but Caelan, the last son, who was the strongest of his brothers had mental ailments.
Now, as the days of the king waned, Goblin hoards rose up from the southern caves. The king
ordered his sons to go down and make peace with the Goblins, but all went awry.
"Grerr, when father hears of this, he will have your head!" shouted Galar, panting for breathe.
"The old fool should have known it would never work!" Grerr retorted, chasing his brother "Besides, that Goblin king deserved what I said to him!"