The Raven and The WolfYou said you wanted to stay and listen to my whispers but I told you it's too late (early) and you need sleep.The Raven and The Wolf2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I held you and whispered poetry into your hair as you fell asleep. I listened to the way your heart beat and it seemed to say one word; home, home, home. The rise and fall of your chest soothed me more than any drug ever could.
I used to say I didn't believe in love but as I stared at your sleeping face, traced the contours and creases - the blemishes and scars, I couldn't help but think that maybe ... Just maybe this was it.
I stroked your autumn-kissed hair and rested my cheek against your chest. I lay there and thought, not for the first time that you are the most beautiful collection of atoms and stardust that my eyes have ever seen; with your autumn hair and earthen-eyes.
You are my wolf and I your raven. We have always been destined to meet, but I wonder, I fear, that one day your wolven heart will realize that it was not meant for me. Surely there is another who deserve
Okaeri - A No. 6 After StoryOkaeri - A No. 6 After Story3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The wind carries away souls, and people steal away hearts.
Oh earth, oh stormy winds, oh heavens, oh light.
Shelter all within your embrace,
and thrive within this place.
Oh soul, oh heart, oh love, oh hope.
Return here to find shelter,
and abide here forever.
~Kaze no Rekuiemu~
Mori turned down the heat on the small stove to a low simmer. She covered the pot of stew with a metal lid carefully as to not make any noise. She looked over at the single bed at the end of the room. A long shape covered in a dark blanket slowly lifted and settled as the figure breathed peacefully in sleep.
It had been a few months since she had met that young man. He took her away from the hardships she had known and brought her into his home. After her mother died, she had spent most of her life in servitude for her daily meals.
Her memories of her mother were faded. She couldn't even remember what her mother had called her. Mori had decided on her name. She loved the forest and wanted it as her name.