Blink in the view of life | The Endless Forest

I wanted to write about Rowan and coffee. And this happened. Dunno XD;

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They say the greatest things come from the smallest of ideas. Something so small, like a misguided idea, can burst forth and bloom out all over an entire country in days. What they don't tell you, is about those unable to focus thier minds, and compress the flitting images of thier minds into useful processes. Such was the case of a small woman staring off on a park bench. It was late winter, so late in fact that soon spring would roll in over the winter squares of the calander.

The woman was caught in the present, like a trap. A silent vortex absent of noise and light. As she grew out of her tiny, limble teenage body, her eyes grew increasingly white. Whatever writhing, tossing pain she dealt with under her covers was abusing her weary heart. The heart required so much attention in fact, that it sucked the very color from her eyes, the only color she wore anymore.

Suddenly, something caught her nonexistant attention. Rowan reached and groped about the bench for her source of comfort; but before her palm located the warm coffee, it was met by a cold wet nose. "Ford," she giggled at the unexpected visit from the previously playing dog, "That's cold."

"Ford~!"

Certainly the voice belonged to a child. Rowan had picked up Aeis on her way to the park for a little fun. She had figured the little orphaned child and her dog would like some fun activity in the park. Rowan had met Aeis at the park a few weeks ago. She knew very little of the spunky red-haired child, but the twice-forgotten mother had a soft spot for children. The trio came here for the rare sunshine, along with a fourth tagalong who was currently lumbering along the sidewalk.

"Here you go." he half-smiled, handing Aeis a warm cup of cocoa. "It's hot."

Rowan's milky eyes paled in comparison to his bright amber eyes. Though recently weary, she always found something in there lurking. Some emotion tossed across the brain, some long pondered-thought, an impulse, or even a great sea of sadness that rivaled her own. Darcy took a seat on the bench with Rowan, and watched Aeis wrap her impulsive little arms around the happy dog's neck, and roll about in the yellow grass. Her cocoa had been drained upon contact.

"Why are we here?" Darcy asked quietly. He turned that contemplative stare to the sky.

"Are you asking God, or me?"

He glanced sidelong at her, and burrowed into his coat. It was not cold. She sighed.

"Because I invited you out of that chamber of yours for some sunshine. You're not another Hawthorne. And if you show up with a "scarlet" anything, I'll kick your ass."

He smiled; just a little. Aeis floated over, half-carrying Ford. The dog curled back his black lips and wagged his tail madly. "He says he's having fun!" she laughed lightheartedly.

Soon, she would return to the orphanage.
Soon, Ford would clamber into his dogbed.
Soon, Darcy would gather his thoughts and depart quietly.
Soon, Rowan would be lifted from the park landscape like a stain.
Soon, night would fall.
Soon, this tale will end.

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March 7, 2010 - 5:31am — phantomhelsing

I missed your writing so much

I missed your writing so much ;^;

March 7, 2010 - 5:34am — Nezzaine

!! Very well done

March 7, 2010 - 5:35am — Vagrantcy

Aww heehee thank you! You

Aww heehee thank you! You know I always thought I was a decent writer and I'm pretty sure my english teach thinks I suck eggs. I find it really funny, actually, heehee. I guess some people are for the facts that I avoid, rather than the useless detail I embrace. -giggle- But then my writing can be confusing as hell but you don't quite see it from all the insanity. I love this. -rambleramble- God I'm tired DX

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