Attempting a rehaul, effects to be seen
SatisfiedThat is all
Short Story 1“Why do you still read those novels son?” “Because they're interesting and I want to write one someday.” A silence overtakes the car. My eyes focus back down on my science fiction novel and the rest of the world starts to dissolve.Short Story 1
“You won't get anywhere in life if you write that kind of junk.” I feel the eyes of my father upon me and I look up to answer them. The car is stopped at a traffic light when I stare at him. For a second, I feel an odd connection, my blue eyes with his blue eyes, our blue eyes. The sensation is unclear and only magnif
The Fashion WeaverThe young man lay slumped on the velvet chair as his navy blue eyes nonchalantly stared at the canvas before him. His hands rested on his lap placidly, rising occasionally to brush his matted blond hair from his tired face or to remove a billow of smoke from the many that encircled the hookah bar where he was biding his time. Without adjusting his gaze, he dragged his feet towards the canvas until they lightly touched the paper. Paint dripped down his rainbow stained feet as his lanky legs willed the feet to give itself to the white slate.The Fashion Weaver
Up, down, and around, the young man twirled his agile toes
Trial RunCLUTTERED QUIETTrial Run
Do not write in winter. For vile cold and snowflake, numbs the self expandulously
Do not write in spring For foul flowers and scent, do purpose lethargic Do not write in fall Evil leaves and changing colors, masquerade all external senses Do not write in summer For heat numbs as much as cold, both are alike in distance and distraction Soulsations are sensed more than felt Steady rainbow hearts with undiscovered colors Perpetually exist and endure, unlike fickle seasons The wonder freely treasure unlike Nature itself
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Yaoi is infectious! and I caught it!! YAY!
Dance Zuko! Dance!
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