October 20, 2011 - 11:21pm — ShikaTale
A story I am doing of Shika and her sister. (They will be human)
The italics is a dream or past. If the title is not obvious, this is a dream Shika is having when she was little, she is now realizing her past. The dream is taking place about 10 years ago or so.
My writings suck, so yeah only doing a little amount of these stories, heh. This is only chapter 1.
Music added! Please play! There is also a picture at the bottom of Shika's reaction (Anime style)
October 20, 2011 - 11:18pm — Seed
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The fog broke like dawn, all of the sudden turning into daylight, leaving things a little changed in their place. I'd never seen the world go from night to day so slowly and so all-at-once like that: the forest's time is odd, but that moment left be breathless and clean.
After candles and lightning, graves (was my own grave, empty, among them? I get little chills), and bursts of poppies sending out bubbling opiates like fountains of light... It's strange that the departure of someone powerful and distant as a star, not the presence but the absence of something -- that such a thing is what leaves me breathless is astonishing in and of itself.
He came up to where Walter, Illrose, and I were sitting. I don't really understand how she could stand to be near him... Except, perhaps, that she's like me, and can't tear herself away. I'm not sure.
But one moment, I was thinking about ... other things... And the next, when my attention returned, there he was. I wondered if he had read my poem about him -- had he liked it? I bet he hated it. It really could have been better -- I had never even noticed that he breathes white smoke, or even thicker mist containing a thousand motes of light. How emberassing!
After he had gone, I sat for a little while with Rutilus on the edge of the fog, watching the light begin to change, and feeling like I was witnessing the heart of something stunning, in the soft half-grey, half-gold light. They should have sent a better poet. Well, I will consider the matter further.
...Still, I doubt he even knows I exist. All the same, it was impressive. And to watch the fog lift and light seep in like a sudden breaking of surfce tension -- even as I played among the giant mushrooms...
