Dengeki Daisy: EpilogueDengeki Daisy: Epilogue4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked at myself in the mirror. A beautiful white dress with a pastel blue ribbon tied around the waist complimented my figure. Yanking at pieces of dark brunette hair, I pulled it into a messy bun. I frowned, surveying myself. Is a messy bun too casual? Maybe I should put my hair into my middle school style.
"Teru-chan?" One of the bridesmaids asked me. She looked way prettier than me in her dress and long blonde hair flowing down her back. "Are you ready?"
"I'll be in a moment." I replied. Nodding, she walked away leaving me in the dressing room alone.
Moments later, my phone buzzed letting me know I had received a text. "You look beautiful, Teru" it said.
The door creaked and footsteps entered the room. Slowly, I looked up from my phone to meet a pair of hazel eyes. "Its been a while since I've gotten a text from DAISY."
A light shade of pink began to rush to his cheeks, "Well...."
I took his arm and began to walk from the room and into the sanctuary. "Let's go and you
what it takes to flywe released a swarm ofwhat it takes to fly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crayon-coloured round balloons
into the sky like locusts,
just to watch them break against the sun.
i looked at you, your sunburned cheeks
and swollen lips,
if i spread my arms like wings
will the wind catch me?
will the thermals
push me towards freedom?
when i asked you,
you turned that crackle-skin smile
into a frown.
"you have to flap
before you fly."
never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up.7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Hes made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. Its the wind, its the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight into his eyes until they changed colour and he bared his teeth.
He sometimes visits my dreams. The grass turns sickly where he trudges and the woodland creatures whimper and scramble in his wake. WHERES MY HUG? He holds his warm monster limbs out, palms snatching me from my happy-ever-after and grins gap-toothily. I manage a chuckle as I buckle in his embrace.
He used to keep me
Viaje nocturno - fragmento"El mundo está constituido por contornos en la penumbra". A esta conclusión pudo llegar fácilmente. En efecto, parecería que todo aquello que le rodeaba no era sino sombras de distintas formas confundiéndose a lo lejos.Viaje nocturno - fragmento4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A esto se limitaba la existencia. Un paisaje infinito e infinitamente vago, deslizándose rápidamente, demasiado veloz y demasiado oscuro (es decir, indefinido) como para registrar imágenes en la memoria oníricos y misteriosos objetos por su camino que probablemente jamás volvería a ver, y que, de todos modos, de hacerlo, sería incapaz de reconocer o de reparar en ellos. También el rumor de la lluviaalumbrada por aquí y por allá en los cristales de vez en vezera inseparable del flujo del mundo. Incesante y rítmica chocaba contra su hogar configurando una melodía quizá difícil de describir, o si no imposible de concebir en otra situación. Pensaría