Retelling of the Beauty and the Beast- Part 1The wind rushed in through the open windows, whistling a sharp note that fell to a soft melody. The white flowered curtains stopped its waltz, but its hem still moved like billowing waves. My eyes caught the bushes where flashed the ruby-colored raspberries. For a moment, I thought they were roses, the comforting sight of them making me smile. The flicker of hope vanished.
The birds' joyous chirping brought back my smile, and I quickly crossed the bedroom to stand in front of the windows. Closing my eyes, I let the warm wind gently stroke my cheeks and play with my hair. My mind flew back to our farm, beyond the forests and rivers, away from the noise and the people of the city: three days of hard travelling from where I stood. Again, like ever so often back home, I was standing on my balcony where the stems of the roses clung, spiralling upward. When I reopened my eyes, I expected to see the familiar land that would stretch like an emerald carpet in front of me and the pale, yet pures
Spring DateShimmering rays fall like a curtain of golden dust, hitting the emerald grass of their essenceSpring Date3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And stroking the soft petals of blooming flowers smiling to the sun in reverence.
Rustling leaves on the branches bow to a warm breeze, soughing;
Higher, fluffy balls of cotton hover in a clear blue sky, floating.
She is sitting by a tree where buds ornament its branches,
A book in her lap and her head bent; down in her back falls two long tresses.
The wind makes them fly and dance, plays with them and leaves only a mess;
She turns a page, undisturbed; twirling around her, her dress.
Birds chirp in the trees, towering over the world, their musical voices sing in alarm;
The world suddenly turns to a darker shade, crystalline droplets fall like a magical charm;
Water pours down from the cloud-covered sky and falls upon the leaves, on the ground,
On her hair, on her dress and on her book, making her shiver and listen to its sound.
It prickles her skin as she breathes in the humid air, watching t
To Go Against TimeAs you stand here, you see it flow, like a river made of billowing waves, singing its stories of the past. Entwined to that river is your story: the story of you two.To Go Against Time3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Was it sand? it would fly away, carried by the wind. Was it dust? it would fall in a dark abyss, forgotten.
You would have wanted to grab that wave in the river, that grain of sand in the desert, that dust floating in the air, and hold it tight, and to draw it again, with other forms and lines. But no matter how firm is your grip, it would escape between your fingers before you even realize it; that fragment of time, nothing at all, yet, everything to you.
You could have stopped him. You could have explained it all to him. If you simply had reached for his hand and pulled him back and ran after him. If you simply had told him all the love you bear for him. You could imagine a billion of "if"s and stories, but you can't write off that one, that of your own.
But Time is gone, or is it still here; simply, you can't go back a
Morning Snow- chap 1Chapter 1Morning Snow- chap 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was night. Outside, a freezing cold shielded the houses and narrow streets covered by snow in a mystic stillness. The touch of winter seemed to have slowed down the flow of time. Silence was only broken by the high-pitched chant of the twirling wind, sneaking between sleeping houses and along deserted alleys.
Maylla could hear the whistling of the wind enter through the cracks of the small window behind her. The tall fire in the chimney drew dancing golden shadows on the walls. She knew the two men seating on the couch were looking at her.
She was standing in the middle of a plainly decorated living room, head bowed, her hands chained behind her back, and her feet manacled.
"Maylla, right?" asked one of the richly dressed men.
She raised her head, and quickly looked down when she met his cold stare.
He was in his mid-twenties, had jet black hair, and angular and strong features, contrasting with his warm chestnut colored eyes. His face was impassive, and from him seemed to
'Till the Sun Rises and Sets AgainSome stories become legends; some stay forgotten in the mists of time.'Till the Sun Rises and Sets Again3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This story is one of the second kind; one the wind would sing
On grey and sad days, leaving all but the echo of a distant note,
Falling in the silence of long gone days, amidst the crying of long lost souls.
It is a story about two hearts, and it all but begins in a village on the flank of a tall hill
And as far as eyes could see, a breathtaking sight of green midst and rolling hills.
On the border of this village runs a river, and in the air rings its soft and clear melody;
And along with the singing of the birds, a chorus they form, led by a maiden.
She was by the river, washing a pile of clothes, her mind beyond the setting sun:
A majestic play of gold and red, slowly ebbing behind illuminated tall green waves.
And there from behind, leaped a tall silhouette, encircling her waist and making her jump;
She let out a scream, but soon a smile crossed her lips and a sparkle lightened her eyes.
Turning around, there st
C'est un champ...Il y a là une odeur de champ,C'est un champ...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Baignant les acres de terre rouge
D'un parfum flottant tel un nuage,
Sonnant le glas de tous les mourants.
C'est un champ de bataille où le vent
Souffle la douleur des femmes et surs,
De ces jeunesses perdues; ces curs
À jamais meurtris et lancinants.
Au-dessus roulent de noirs nuages,
D'où tombent larmes et poussières,
Formant un fleuve de souvenirs
Sur ces soldats morts pour leur courage.
Et au loin résonne encore un long cri
Transperçant cette nappe de brume,
Implorant de donner souffle à l'âme
Ayant déjà quitté cette vie.
The Recipe of LifeOf water and of Camellia's leavesThe Recipe of Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is made tea.
In the bitterness of tea,
Of honey and of sugar
Is made its sweetness.
Thus is made tea, bittersweet.
It leaves a sour taste on your tongue;
That is life:
Bitter in its essence,
Sweet in its happiness.
Of water and of Camellia's leaves
Is made tea.
In the bitterness of tea,
Of honey and of sugar
Is made its sweetness.
Thus is made tea, bittersweet.
Of tears and of pain
Is made life.
In the bitterness of life,
Of laughs and of joy
Is made its sweetness.
Thus is made life, bittersweet.
Only, we sometimes forget
The choice is ours
To add the honey and the sugar,
To add the sweetness to the bitterness.
Fear, A NightmareFear is like a nightmare:Fear, A Nightmare3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tenebrous and mystic;
It tightens the knot in your heart
And you feel lost in this nothingness,
Blind and unable to see what awaits you.
Fear is like a nightmare in which you are flying:
You fear the surrounding blackness stealing your sight;
You fear your wings to tire and your courage leave you;
You fear, most of all, to lose your wings and to fall.
Fear is like a nightmare in which you are flying against a strong wind:
You fear the strength of the blows, of what it may bring:
Danger, humiliation, rejection, failure;
You fear to lose the battle.
But if you had opened your eyes to see through the darkness,
If you had beaten your wings to not fall,
If you had lifted your head to not look down,
You could have seen the light in the blackness;
But fear had stopped you and how foolish it is
To wake up and realize that you have fallen,
The shock of hitting the ground awakening you.
Me and YouWhen you walk by meMe and You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel your power
Yet you hide inside
Won't let anyone in
I want to know why
So cold on the outside
Burning on the inside
What will it take to
Break your ice
Where did you come from
You're not from round here
What have you seen
That made you blind
To the world
What will it take
To open your eyes
I see you standing there
From way over here
I am watching you
If you turn and look
I look away
I feel the rush
You feel it too
This is our little game
It's always been this way
I may act like I don't care
But it's you, only you
That makes my world spin round
And you're talking to me
Keep talking to me
You're all that I need
You act all tough
But I know you have it rough
I've been there too
We've both had enough
You need me
And I need you
So why can't we be
Me and you
I wanna protect you -Prologue-I wanna protect you -Prologue-4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Prologue: Who in the world would love me?
I don't know why... but everybody dislikes me.
They don't come near me, child nor adult...
At Konoha kindergarten I met new people my age.
I knew nobody and nobody knew me but I smiled and was being nice to everyone.
I made quite a few friends on the first day and had let many of my classmates borrow my erasers and pencils.
I should've felt pretty happy ... but one thing was bothering me.
It was the teacher's look towards me.
Mari sensei looked at me with cold eyes filled with fear and ...hate? I could see it every time our eyes locked.
Did she pity me because I didn't have any parents? But why hate? Why me?
The next day, fewer people came near me and more eyes were felt on me.
The same as Mari sensei's. Just cold stares.
What did I do? I hadn't done anything wrong! I hadn't been mean to anyone... then why was everyone looking at me like that?
What's wrong with me?
By the third day, no one talked to me or came near me.
She speaks in sighsShe speaks in sighsShe speaks in sighs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
melancholy dripping from her eyes
to her lips, leaving salty trails
on her pale cheeks
She wanders through a whirling fog
tormented by shadows
of things never there
things that will never come
to break through the misty grey,
to stop the whirling in her mind
the flooding in her eyes
She speaks in sighs
of evaporated hopes,
of disintegrating dreams
She walks hand in hand
the two so intertwined,
there is no room in her heart
the cold so permeating
warmth is simply kept away
Because you're specialBeloved, out of my love for you, I have chosen you to walk a different path. Putting your trust in my Son means that you do not walk accodring to the ways of the world. The lightness of your step and your joy in the jorney-gifts of my Spirit-cause you to stand out.Because you're special2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Don't let the opinions of those who doubt me cause you to question your uniquesness or my deep love for you. The enemy of your soul cannot stand the hope that I offer the world through you. He will try to dicourage you or cause you to conform to the world's image, but he will fail.
You, beloved, bear my fragrance. You are my image. Know that I am always with you and will always protect you.
.:One Fall:.They say Destiny is yours. They say all is possible if you just close your eyes and follow your heart. You could hold the world in your palm if you try hard enough. The only thing that can come across your dreams is you. Or perhaps reality. So Destiny probably does play a role after all. It whisks away every silly dream. Perhaps, it's better. Everyone needs to be shaken sometimes. But still, it hurts..:One Fall:.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You don't even realize at first. It leaves a bruise. But bruises heal fast. Cuts leave scars. Scars are forgotten. What hits you is the fall. A fall without the ground to get hit on. I've always fallen on a ground.
It's pulling me downward at such a speed I can't even open my eyes anymore. Yet, I'm afraid what will be brought to my sight if I really could see. It's a painless fall. There's no rushing wind, no icy cutting air, no numb limbs. There's only the slow sinking of the heart, taking me down to this dark vastness below land. There's not even air to grasp for; there's only me to hol
Delicate Hearts (A Yuri Story) Chapter 10Chapter 10Delicate Hearts (A Yuri Story) Chapter 102 years ago in Settings More Like This
I returned home from a long and literally painful day of school. Mother and Father were not home but I know that the school will call them anytime now while they're working. I sighed and took a seat on the couch, quietly reading a difficult book from Literature class. I suddenly heard soft footsteps coming from upstairs. I stood and spun around looking intently in the direction of the noise. To my surprise it was Nina, who looked a bit drowsy.
"Kimura?.." she said softly, rubbing her eye.
"oh..hey.." I replied a bit awkwardly since I felt that I said harsh yet truthful words to her last night. I then asked, "how are you home before me?.."
"Mother dropped me off after she took me to the doctors'," she replied.
I forgot that she had check-up today because of my suspicions about her, so I just gave a nod.
"H-how was school?" she asked in a pathetic tone but it was that pathetic tone that I use to know whenever she was nervous about a Physical Education test.
"Uh..not the best d
Il...Il marquait,Il...3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
De ses doigts d'encre,
Sur les murs,
Les mots qu'il avait entendu,
Quand il arpentait les silences.
Il s'aggripait à un coeur fragile,
Le temps d'une vie,
Pour donner un sens à l'éternel,
Pour suivre des chemins,
Qu'il n'avait parcouru,
Que dans ses rêves.
Il avait l'indulgence,
Il avait la patience,
Il saisissait les mots de confiance,
Qui pesaient lourd sur les larmes,
Comme un fardeau sur une conscience.
Le long des rivières,
La voix éteinte, effaçée,
Cherchant encore une fois,
On ne sait quoi,
Mais il cherchait,
The Best For LastYou broke all of my dreamsThe Best For Last3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of my hope
All of the things
I held so close
And no one ever sees
How much I'm hurting inside
I scream so silently
A single tear falls from my eye
You broke all of me that's sacred
And I thought those days had passed
Just let me ask one question...
Why did you save my heart for last?
Acid WashEven if it were trueAcid Wash2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That to savor each and every second of our time on earth
Would be as foolish an attempt as counting all the
Specks of sand spread across the shores
Of the east coast waters,
If by doing so would mean that I could
Undo time and distance's doing and
Have you by my side once more
Then trust me, babe, I will start counting
From this moment on, diligently so-
With burning eyes and drowning senses,
Till my fingernails turn to specks themselves
And my hair reminiscent of sea foam
There will never be an obsession like mine- over your soul
The lack and longing from my core leaves me salivating,
Leaves me a special kind of sick and a raving kind of mad
You're a combustible burning ball of gas- a star, babe
Each and every time I recall
My fingernails clutching
The back of your leather jacket as we shared our final
Embrace and French kiss,
I fail to realize that all my longing is fruitless-
You've died long ago, without my consent, and
That death is cause and reason for
The Sea Shore and the Open SeaI feel like the vast sea shore,The Sea Shore and the Open Sea3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sun-baked and dry.
You're the sea with waters galore,
& waves that tower up high.
I am chained to the ground,
There is no way out.
In your waves I will drown,
As a lover, devout.
A sad tale this may seem,
but deem it not a tragedy.
The Sea Shore and the Open Sea,
are lovers beyond mortality. ♥
The Purpose of LifeAt one end of the road, some would smile heartily:The Purpose of Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They've had a happy life, a calm one it may be,
Full of laughs and love, but peaceful and placid;
It is the least one could ask for to be pleased.
But what is the purpose of one's life?
Is it to content others more than one's self?
To follow the paths pointed by the diktats of the society?
And to never cross that boundary...?