Wind Boy 7Amanda just laughed and twirled in an arc over my head, shaking her head at me, which made dewy raindrops fall from her bouncing, curling, iridescent hair.
Have you ever seen a wind person? You can’t imagine how beautiful they are. You look at them, and almost see through them, the way you can almost see through a diamond but can’t because of the way the light is playing inside of it. But instead of serious light that shoots in straight lines and triangles and hard cuts, it plays in their skin, jumping and gusting, not quite solid in appearance but never letting you doubt how present and real and true they are.
Meditations on Cinderella 1CHARMINGMeditations on Cinderella 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have a question. One I'm not sure how to ask.
Do girls want to be followed?
Wait. Let me ask that again.
When a girl runs - leaves, who knows why, after the boy had been thinking that for once, things were going right, for once, everything was falling into place...is it cause she wants to go? Or cause she wants you to chase after her? Or both? Does she even know what she wants?
At midnight, the minute hand joined the hour hand at the large numeral twelve, high above us on the courtyard's grand clock tower.
I followed her through the ballroom, not caring if we caused a scene, not caring about looking like a fool, not caring about anything, really, except that the girl I loved was running as if her heart were breaking, and I didn't know why. I only knew that, whatever it was, I wanted to mend it.
But she disappeared into the forests beyond the gate. Days have passed...weeks...it's been a month that I've been searching for her. Still, I hav
100 Words - the Wind Boy 1It hurts to fall in love with the wind.100 Words - the Wind Boy 11 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My mom knows it. She married my dad against the advice of his family, and despite her family's and village's complete disbelief in even the existence of wind spirits. But they are real, and my dad was real, real enough that within a few years of his and my mom's wedding, she had a very real baby. Me.
Dad tried to stick around and stay with her as much as he could, but as everybody knows, when wind goes still, it dies. And no, that's not some kind of metaphor.
Foreigner, Chapter OneForeignerForeigner, Chapter One6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Part One: The Capture
Captain Shi Liang winced. He hated that hissing sound the one that sizzled into the air at the Fire Nation soldiers every footstep in this icy tundra. Hed been hearing a lot of it lately, and it bothered him more with every village he and his men would raid.
He surveyed the landscape around him mostly flat plains and iced-over water, except for a few hills infested with penguins, to the east. All of it was completely covered in snow, up to two feet in some places, and yet it still fell thick and fast all around them.
Liang sighed. It all felt so dreary compared to the beauty of his Fire Nation home in the Palace City. The predawn light only contributed to the dull effec
On Marth -TCE+AtA spoilers-Disclaimer: I had been developing this before ch 15 ever happened, and it's actually not intended as some kind of "explanation" for the events therein. This is about Marth, specifically, what's going on inside Marth's mind in TCE and why and how he acted the way he did. Some people mentioned it helped them understand AtA 15 better - that was actually unintentional. Chrissy and I agree that the story itself will make things clear about things in AtA 15, so we're not even going to try. ^___^ lol, I didn't even think about it having to do with ch 15 like that or helping people understand until they commented!On Marth -TCE+AtA spoilers-6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Disclaimer 2: NONE of this, save what I say specifically about the revamp, is an "inside scoop" because I'm Jr. Co-Author. Almost all of this is actually what my thought process was the first read-through, and all of the evidence is found in the text. I didn't get "help" with this, it's all just what is in the story itself.
On to the essay!
Part One - Analyzing Marth Throughou
I Wish I WouldI wonder...I wander, and wish I really wouldI Wish I Would1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write such wise and witty words that they could weave a wondrous world
Where will o' wisps and winged things can whisper to the wind
Which also carries werewolves' howls and wary yowls within
The wizards watch, and whirl and whir, and work their wily spells
While warriors wield their weapons, and the women wait at wells.
Wild wand'rers wake near waterfalls, and waifs wail out their woes.
And I, their warden, willingly, will walk where'er they go
Wreak war on them, win peace for them, and hold them while they weep.
For I will love what I have wrought; their stories I will keep.
the Wind Boy 4Now the air- it understood me. After an especially tense day at Mom's house all I had to do was run, bend my knees and push off into the sky and a welcome breeze tousled me around to say hello. I laughed and played tag with a slip of north wind that snuck in with the westerlies to shove my back.the Wind Boy 41 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tag with wind's different than tag with ground-folk, by the way. The wind itself isn't alive exactly, not like wind spirits, but each head wind and tail wind and rising thermal and cold front has its own brand of personality. So in order to win it can't just touch you, it's got to be strong enough to make you veer off course.
Foreigner, Chapter TwoForeignerForeigner, Chapter Two6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The stagnant air of the ships below-deck infirmary brushed against Kataras warm skin, feeling odd. Still struggling to stay asleep, the two-year-old merely scowled with her closed eyes and rolled over. But something felt uncomfortably different something felt open. Not like the cocoon of warmth Her Mama would place her in every night, the little sleeping bag lined with polar seal-bear fur. The air was touching her, moving and giving her goose-toad bumps.
Katara opened her eyes, blinking away the gunk that had gathered in their corners. Finding herself in the dank, steel hold, she jumped a little and felt startled tears begin to prick. The fear threatened to overflow, until she caught sight of the man. A strange man in funny clothes, who slept in a nearby chair. Forgetting her te