The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 6Nice Day!
Cloud. Cloud. Get cloud! Cloud important, want to chase!
Getting closer. Cloud can't escape. I'm good at flying. I'm fast. My wings are strong.
Cloud right in front of me. Can't see it. Position all wrong, eyes all right. Come back, cloud. Want to chase. Want to catch.
I was dreaming. Fun dream. Can't remember it now. Doesn't matter. Hungry. Want to eat. Want meat. Want funny soup. Want favorite spicy fruit. Spicy fruit. Spicy fruit. Spicy fruit. Spicy fruit. Want spicy fruit now. Spicy fruit.
Am missing something.
Forgot to preen. Feathers feel bad. Twisted and matted and not right. Spicy fruit later. Preen now.
Takes a while.
Feathers feel nice again. I look nice. I am very nice looking.
Still missing something.
Feel little bump in head start moving. My ONE is awake! I'm going to see him. I love my ONE. Going to see him. Love my ONE.
Flying now. Really flying, not dreaming. Don't want to chase clouds. Clouds not interesting.
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 1The Guardian CeremonyThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Link was ten years old.
He was lying in his bed, and he was ten years old.
He laughed a little, feeling blessed butterflies swirl in his stomach. He could tell it was very early in the morning by the weights under his eyes, but he wasn't tired for once. Usually he took every opportunity to sleep, but today . . . today was special.
Today was the day he met his Loftwing for the first time.
He rolled onto his side, cushioning his head with his arm. He couldn't stop thinking about it. All the ten-year-olds on Skyloft would meet in the highest place on the island; there, under the shadow of the great Statue of the Goddess, their Loftwings would come to them. It happened almost every year, for every generation. Sometimes there was only one child, looking up into the sky for a new shape; other times there was a large group, sometimes fifteen in number, whispering amongst themselves about their dream birds.
They always wondered what color their bi
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 5Aepon Gets A BathThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was one of those times again.
Everyone knew that Loftwings were all different, all varying. Their likes, dislikes, faults, flaws, peeves, obsessions, and objects of affection changed from bird to bird, as different as feather color. One could love something as much as another loathed it. One could be friendly and another could be antisocial, save for its partner. One could be completely docile and another could be fiery and stubborn. One could be possessive of its partner and another could hardly care less if its partner almost hit the cloud layer.
One could have a taste for pumpkin while another could prefer the rare bit of Octorok meat. Some preferred specific colors to others. One might love to spend time with its partner and another might just want to be alone on certain days. One could dislike contact with its head or neck and another could allow any contact with any part of its body.
Baths were no different. All birds needed them at least once e
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 3I'm More ImportantThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Over the next few weeks Link took every opportunity to leave the ground.
When he (finally) woke up, he would dress as fast as he could, wolf down a quick breakfast, and dash out the door. From there, he would stop, close his eyes, and tell Aepon he was up. Immediately the Crimson Loftwing would take flight from wherever he had been sleeping and race to Link as fast as he could. Then Link would throw himself off the nearest wooden platform he could find and they would go flying.
Once Link overcame the last lingering dregs of fear, he grew to love flying like nothing else. It was freedom, pure and simple. It was the most fun he'd ever had in his life. It became more natural to him than breathing. He recognized the gusts and gales that blew through the day like old friends and danced with them in the highest reaches of the sky. He perfected rolls, climbs, and even dives through the crags of Skyloft, the close proximity of the land whipping past flattening
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 4TeamworkThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Link was fourteen years old.
He was lying in his bed, and he was fourteen years old.
His eyes were puffy and drooping. It was extremely early in the morning, and he hadn't gotten any sleep at all last night. For Link, this was so exceptionally out of character that it worried him even more than he already was.
The truth was, he was scared.
The day after tomorrow was an important day. It was one of the most important days of his entire life. It would affect his entire future. If he failed . . . he would never be able to live with it. He wanted to succeed so badly. . . .
The Skyloft Knights were the older, multicolored group of citizens who took public safety very seriously. They were always patrolling around Skyloft, keeping the peace with their intimidating presence and hounding little kids about being responsible and not being a nuisance. Universal animosity flourished in the minds of all children towards these knights. They were just trying to keep them
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 2Just A Little Bit Of TrustThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jumping off of Skyloft was not fun.
It never had been. Every time Zelda had dragged Link to the edge and told him to look down, he'd felt nothing but nausea. It was so easy to just tip right off and into open air. What if he fell? Who would catch him? He had no bird then. How did the adults leap off so readily? Weren't they scared?
Now, as a ten-year-old, Link had a Loftwing, and a proud, beautiful bird he most definitely was. Link couldn't imagine a better bird. Aepon was a Crimson Loftwing and majestic and sociable; often walking with Link around town while the other Loftwings took to the skies and creating quite a stir in the marketplace. Even when he was flying he kept close to the ground, keeping Link company with his ever-present shadow. He was always watching. Always waiting.
But the anxiety didn't go away.
Link knew what Aepon wanted. He wanted Link to join him in the sky, for wasn't a joyous thing so much better when one had a partner t
Waiting on the World to DieThrough murky swamps and oceans deep,Waiting on the World to Die2 years ago in Horror More Like This
The chorus of the frightened weeps.
While overhead, in bright blue sky,
an imp waits for the world to die.
Gleefully watching clock strike dusk,
He laughs, a soulless grieving husk.
While folk below cry out in fear,
He dances, cackles, gestures, jeers.
Embittered, broken, bent to hate,
We've all met such a horrid fate.
On grinning moon in bright blue sky,
an imp waits for the world to die.
After Twilight PrincessAfter Twilight PrincessAfter Twilight Princess3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The End of one Story
The Start of a New one
Silly TalesGather trianglesSilly Tales2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
In a wrecked dystopia
To slay a big pig
Walk around searching
Spells to beat monsters and save
Collect pendants and
Create a harem to kill
A huge pig monster
To awake an asleep fish
And to get back home
Get some jewelry
And oversized coins to
Beat the big nose Guy
Exorcise souls and
Travel back in time so you'll
Stop the falling moon
In a far land use
The strange staff to beat a
Or use the weird harp
To travel back in time and
Beat three old grannies
Get split in four by
Mystical sword, face trials
And beat flying blob
Travel through the sea
In search of giant pearls then
kill the desert man
Beat your reflection
Assemble harem once more
Beat flying black blob
Search for nature
In its basic forms, then once more
Beat the flying blob
Travel through darkness
To grab shards of items, beat
Pawn and desert man
Sail through the sea to
Get colored fairies, heal the
Giant whale and leave
Travel through the land
Playing songs and
Why?Why do I speakWhy?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when everyone would prefer quiet?
Why do I show my face
when everyone finds it appalling?
Why do I try
when everyone finds annoyance?
Why do I live
if everyone wants me dead?
so I can spread God's word.
I show my face
because God loves the sight.
I try hard
because God wills me to.
because God gave me the gift to.
Anything.We waited in silence,Anything.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
For a sound.
But nothing ever happened,
And no one ever came.
We waited for him.
But he never came.
A long plane ride in bitter silence,
Left alone with a crushing reality.
He was never coming home.
And we realize that no amount of wishin will bring him back to us.
But still we wait.
Wondering if he watches us or turns away in shame?
Wondering if he's proud of who we became?
Wondering if he will visit our dreams anymore?
And we wait in silence.
For a sound.
The eyes of a child.Adults forget how to see,The eyes of a child.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how to really see.
Society teaches them to ignore it,
to ignore what they should see.
But a child does not bend to these rules,
not a single one does.
They see them,
the monsters of the night that are hidden by the darkness.
I know that you know what I'm talking about.
The 'thing' under your bed,
the 'thing' in you closet,
the 'thing' that follows you up the stairs to your room when the house is dark.
Children can see 'it',
hear it and they know 'it'.
Some feel it,
when the fear is clawing them,
that's the moment,
they feel 'it'.
They already were taught that these 'things' don't exist,
so they cannot see,
but they know 'it' is waiting.
So let me re-teach you the rules,
do not forget them again.
1. As long as you can see 'it', it also sees you. Use your blanket to shild yourself.
2. Do not make a sound.
3. If you move, it'll know you're still awake, because it can tell.
4. The only rescue is
cR a zYHer outbursts of deafening laughtercR a zY2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bounced and hurled around
Her 'special' white room
As she rocked back and forth
Hitting the soft pillow like walls
Making the sleeves of her too tight jacket
Move with a similar rhythmic motion
But what stood out the most were her eyes
Even though they sometimes were hidden
By her untamed mass of dirt brown hair
Her bright midnight blue eyes shine brightly
She did not see the white room
Nor did she feel the suffocating pressure of the room
Instead she saw and felt a soft field of green grass
And a little black kitten with amber eyes
That would bat at a delicate butterfly
That carried the starry sky upon its blue wings
She felt the cool spring breeze and gazed
At the quickly fading sunset
That sprouted colors you could never captured
Even she, herself knew that she was crazy
But she no longer cared
She no longer wished to try and grasp
The flimsy string that connected people to reality
And all that came with it
Despite that she was crazy
And no one wo
BullyShh.Bully2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Demons in the shadows
They'll find a way
To get you.
Beatings, swallowing you.
Scars, defining you.
You know you're weak.
You can't fight a bully
When the bully's inside of you.
Emotions RevealedPain hurts,Emotions Revealed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For only for a little while,
With just enough hope,
To last the next mile.
Happiness is hard,
Even with an open heart,
Everywhere you look,
You find yourself on guard.
Sadness is lonely,
No matter what anyone does,
Tears are going to fall,
Simply just cause.
The distance is too far,
Whether is the seat next you on a plane,
Or have to travel far,
And long by train.
Difficulty is everywhere,
Sometimes it's right next to you,
But even you know it's true.
Isn't that far away either,
Once in a while,
It's as simple as pull a lever.
Well that's the master.
With it and an open heart,
You can reach no greater pasture.
So don't give up,
Just let go,
With everything in your heart,
You'll never know.
Twisted DeathTwisted DeathTwisted Death2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hiding from light exists twisted death, it slithers and screeches for one measly breath.
Around the edges it bleeds and lies, gushing red from under its eyes.
How shriveled and misunderstood this being is, yes, so please invite yourself in, and become its new guest.
A Monster's Plea for MercyYou're too closeA Monster's Plea for Mercy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too close for comfort
I don't need your help
Stay way from me
I'll only hurt you
Not just once
But many times
Til' you feel broken
Just like me
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
I can't stop
In the end
I'll kill you
Slowly and painfully
I don't want to
To hurt all of you
Like I hurt myself
But I want to stop
Though I really can't
Make it stop
Make it stop....
Hyrule Noir II: Chapter 1The Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Noir IIHyrule Noir II: Chapter 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
by Dennis Davies, 2012
Wednesday, 02:27. Hyrule City, Deku Alley.
Her warm, sky blue eyes stared up at me from the cold, hard ground at my feet. They had already started to glass over, stuck in her final thoughts. A chill wind had picked up; shooting through the alleyway and through her damp and matted, chocolate-brown hair. Her pale skin glistened with dark red blood that looked black in the moonlight. I'm no expert but it didn't take a forensic scientist to tell that she'd been beaten to death.
Malon had lived and worked across the street from my office for as long as I could remember. Nice girl. Ran a milkshake bar. Pretty popular and well respected by the community. Didn't deserve this. She wouldn't hurt a fly. Let alone make enemies who'd want her dead. Figured from the lack of handbag or purse that she'd
My MaskI put my mask on.My Mask2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Time to face the day.
Time to plaster on a smile.
Time to pretend it's okay.
I want to crawl in bed.
Leave the world behind.
You're too ugly to go out,
whispers my mind.
I know I am,
I stifle a cry.
I want to leave,
I want to die.
My mask is done,
and I have to go.
Time to face the people.
Time to put on my show.