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The Red Hair [begin of Balthamos' damnation shortstory]

Previous writing
Comments and criticisms are welcome.
I apologize in advantage for possible grammatical mistakes.

[ literacy, the middle eight ]

Recent spur-of-the-moment poetry. Some have already been posted in Verdilac's little corner, but nevertheless...
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I lay there for a long time.

I lay there for a long time.... in the flowers. It seemed like forever. I am really small, really young, and a few moments seem like forever. Am I rotting away? Am I becoming something of the earth again? It seems like it has been forever since my mother and I fell to the ground. We had spent day and day nursing our blackened tongues and failing health. She kept saying she was sorry. She was sorry she gave it to me.

We just lay there rotting, until we were nothing but a fluff of hair atop morbid, stinking bones.

I dreamed of a land of flowers and trees. So hard I dreamed, that they appeared. They appeared above my head like a dream-cloud, above my bones. Momma didn't talk to me anymore. The snow that fell on my bones didn't fall on my bones anymore.

I watched a rabbit hop by today.






This was the inspiration for this writing. Picture does not belong to me.
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And so the end begins - Part 4

See below the cut for details and story.
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Pretty Worlds and Pretty Hooves - IV

End of Act II

Zack's Epic

Zack scrunched his nose. Yuck! Why didn't ShinRa ever clean out Sector 9? It smelt like the potty grounds of a King Behemoth!
He splashed through a grungy puddle as he made his way to an old rundown warehouse. The walls flaked white paint as the roof crumbled inward, giving it the appearance of a squashed cake rather than a building. And those chimneys poking up there did look like skewed candles.
Gripping the handle of his broadsword, Zack stepped in through the yawning black hole before him.
"Ooh, blah!!! What a stink!" he moaned, pulling a face like he'd gotten sand in his mouth. Light was minimal, the only source coming from the opening he'd just entered. It was murky and dank with a putrid poisonous gas giving the air a thick sludginess. His head felt stuffy like someone had jammed cotton down his ears. No problem. The mako would deal with that accordingly.
Squaring his shoulders, drew the broadsword from its harness on his back, Zack strode into the darkness. He could barely see, after all, even mako enhanced eyesight could only go so far.
Claws scratched on the cracked stone floor, snuffles, grunts, growls all around, circling him as he slowly made his way further in, broadsword at the ready, his senses on the alert as he strained his ears to pinpoint their locations.
*Shcuuuufff*
Zack leapt back, startled. Heart pounding like a trip-hammer, kicked out in the direction it had happened. His foot made contact. *Thud!* "What?!" he checked again *Thud! Thud!!* "A crate?!" he couldn't believe it! He'd been caught off-guard by a crate?! “Oh. Zack man. Get a hold on yourself. Your jumping at shadows." he admonished himself lightly, then swayed. “What? Dizziness? What's going on? Wh-why... isn't the mako... working?” his legs trembled badly, forcing him to catch hold of the box lest he should collapse.
A flurry of scratches, a rumbling growl, razor-sharp teeth snapping as froth bubbled around the lips.
Zack turned.
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endless forest

i have the endless forest one month.my deer not grows.what i can do??
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Gone

They are whispering again
Whispering to sky and sea and wind
Whispering to anyone who will not bend
They are whispering again

They are talking again
Talking to friend and foe and masses
Talking to those that believe and think as they do
They are talking again

They are shouting again
Shouting out at the injustice to them
Shouting out to defend their way, their life
They are shouting again

Gone are the friends
Gone are the foes
Gone is the life they know
Gone, gone, finally gone

[ all they can do is kill us ]

To fly like a bird would be captivity; trapped inside a gilded cage at the whims of greedy humans that sought to ruin what the Mother had created. But to fly as a dragon - a spiralling, chaotic death that appealed to him, to the ill-fated poet and artist whose ending would no doubt be untimely. Such was the way of the artistic world.

Verdilac's mind. May contain profanity, mature content, etc. Short thought extracts; poetry; lyrics.
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Dear Deer Misaki, and his owner SpiritGhostLover

Dear Deer Misaki, and his owner SpiritGhostLover ,

I Think Masaki and Eyebright enjoy this moment. In the beginning, Misaki was a bit shy and maybe a little scared, it's impossible to know why, but perhaps he is shy by nature, or maybe Eyebright and other big deers are a bit scary? Well, now seems that he feels more safe with my deer Eyebright, so I hope they can hang out together another day! I hope you can forgive that Eyebright sometimes lie down and take a nap, but I have a bit busy with some homework. I hope you see this message. See you in the forest ?


Love from Knoldespark and Eyebright.


PS I also hope you can understand what I've written, because I am not always good at English.
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