Orange Roses - ScarletDemon4's CommissionNao definitely had more taste in design than Falco. When she first came into Falco's throne room, she looked as if she was about to be sick. Falco noted this and asked, "What is it?"Orange Roses - ScarletDemon4's Commission8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nao shook herself and crossed her arms. "I think we'll have to make some changes around here."
And from that day forward Nao slowly collected and made things for the room. She still left it feeling royal, but she cleaned it up and made it more attractive. After all, she reasoned, people must see that The King had power and wealth enough to make beauty.
While Nao also modified other rooms in the castle to make them more attractive, both Nao and Falco felt the throne room was her magnum opus. It was the one she had spent the most time on and the one that looked the best. She worked on it from the day she got there till a few days before her death when she set a black vase of orange roses on a small brown table next to the throne. Falco examined the flowers and said, "Flowers? Where did they come from?"
Timore's Whisper"...but fear itself."Timore's Whisper3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
so fear me
The Sunset Never Changed The sky was growing darker with each passing second. The sun's orange hues reflected against the cloudsThe Sunset Never Changed5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
as it dipped below the horizon. It had been awhile since she saw such a beautiful sunset, she thought, as she walked along the boardwalk; the boards creaked under her weight with each passing step. She stopped and sat on a nearby bench, watching the ocean waters glitter like gold as they crashed against the shore, and the crabs shuffle across the sand. She let out a sigh of content. It had been years since she was here, at that time she was a young women who was beautiful and full of life. But someone sucked it out of her, and it's place left a bitter old women who forgot the simple joys in life. She stood up and discarded her sandals as she walked down the wooden steps that gave her access to the beach. Feeling an overwhelming energy that came from god knows where, she broke out into a run that left footprints trailing behind her in the sand. She was free now. Free to
Never Past, Forever PresentThey left behind what I never could.Never Past, Forever Present5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ode To The Hazel-eyed Girl I could have sworn it was her, at first. The eyes were the precise shade of hazel, the black curls that bounced in the wind like they had a life of their own, the pale, smooth skin, with a few freckles on the bridge of her nose.Ode To The Hazel-eyed Girl 7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The difference was that this girl was very much alive. I watched her mournfully from afar as she smiled and laughed with her friends. Something Jillian would never be able to do again.
"We can't bring back those that have left us." someone once told me. We can, however, try our damnedest to do so.
I felt as though just by staring at this girl lost, I could somehow resurrect the one I'd lost. Like Jill would materialize in her place. Sadly, such a magic is beyond me. That we can not bring back our dead is proof that some things are not meant to be tampered with in this world. That humanity is not unstoppable in its endeavors.