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You must make the choice.She watched him walk across the beach, away from her towards the water. "You're engaged." she reminded herself.You must make the choice. in Short Stories More Like This
Yet she couldn't help herself, she was always reminded of that night they spent together, that one passionate night. She had never felt this way about anyone before, even about the man she was marrying. She often spent nights questioning her love for him, she did love Ryan, he was truly the man for her, he was perfect, he had a good well paying job in the law firm, not to mention he was charming, handsome, and she loved him.
But he never made her heart race, and her mouth to become dry. Her internal flame never burned as brightly a
UnseenShe said no, he said yes,Unseen in Free Verse More Like This
He pushed her down, she held her breath.
Now she spends her nights fear.
Trying to be strong, trying to hold back the tears.
Left hurt, left in pain,
But she's the only one she blames.
Even though he did this, she'll never say a word.
Not a single one spoken, not a single one heard.
She could scream at the top of her voice, yet no one will care.
And now she's left with these many scars to bear.
And when she closes her eyes at night, it's his face that she will see.
She can never forget that image, and spends her life in regret.
Yet she will never feel loved again, she will always feel unclean,
She
RevengeSometimes I have to laugh at the things you do, but darling I'm not laughing with you, darling it's at you.Revenge in Free Verse More Like This
The way you act is plain stupid, actually like yourself.
I don't mean to be mean, but when it comes to you, it's something I just can't help.
Lies and rumours you have spread about me, have just been over the top, not that I really give a damn about your simple thoughts.
But when it comes to my friends, honey that's a different story, and believe me if you hurt them, you will be truly sorry.
But just remember this, and it's the last thing I will say, what goes around comes around, and one day you will pay.
The irony of the colour redI find it strange how the colour red can symbolise;The irony of the colour red in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hurt
Hated
Suffering
Blood
Pain
Anger
Living hell
But it's can also symbolise love.
RougeIn a smoke filled room, mixed with a musty sent of cheep perfume and dryed lust. Love left this place years ago but this is were she resides.Rouge in Free Verse More Like This
Under a lace and feather cover is were she hides.
Long black hair, that falls gentlely down her back like a waterfall, coressting her pale white skin.
Her deep brown eyes outlined heavily with glitter, and gold and toped wih thick black mascara, like heavy black feathers they flutter over her eyes. The same eyes that could lead a man to there demise with just a wink.
And under this perfect shell, a body that some would die for, a body that kills some, but yet it hides a broken
She and IShe was everything you wanted, she was everything I wanted to be.She and I in Free Verse More Like This
She had everything you needed, so you never looked to me.
She gave you everything, so you never took from me.
She's beautiful, you know that, we all know the same, I don't know why I bother with this game.
She loves you more than anything, and I hope she always will.
She always care for you,she'll keep you strong when times are tough, I could never be enough.
She's the one for you, a match made in heaven they say, she makes you happy, I guess I never could.
She's everything you wanted, she's everything I wanted to be.
I'm sorry but why can't it be me?
I live to dream, I live to love.I live to dream, I live to love,I live to dream, I live to love. in Emotional More Like This
I live to do all of the above.
Your smile like honey, it fills my heart with joy,
Oh boy!
Your beautiful tone as you speak, I don't interrupt, not a peep.
I bite my lips and try and hide but oh how you make me feel inside, there are just there are just no words that can describe.
I live to dream, I live to love and hope,
maybe we could elope?
I joke because you'll probably never know how I really feel,
and I know it take time for wounds to heal.
But let me be a cure.
I live to dream, I live to love.
Maybe some day it will be enough.
That one questionThat smile that you wear so well,That one question in Free Verse More Like This
That cheeky grin that appears on your face when your embarrassed.
That same on that makes chuckle at its very sight.
Your voice, rough, husky,
but the same one that makes nervous at its very sound.
But I would do anything to hear you talk to me.
Your eyes deep and brown that twinkle in even the lowest of lights,
The same ones that I sneak peaks at when I get a chance.
And that shock I get when I see you staring at mine.
My heart misses a beat when I see you,
I don't know if you can hear it 'cause it's loud.
Laugh and try and hide it.
But there's one thing I can't hide,
The love I have
Face the musicThis scene is set in the 50's,in a diner, the around the room is cluttered many neon signs, pictures and photographs which are fitting from this era.Face the music in Drama More Like This
Most of the furniture colour scheme is blue and white,there are many large padded seats and placed between each is a metal table attached to the floor, the underneath of which has accumulated a collection of red chewing gum over the years.
In the centre of the diner there is a large metallic counter, with many blue bar stools placed around the edge.
On the top of the counter sits two girls both of which are the same age and both have there hair dyed bleach blonde, the two are dressed in bl
ThirteenThirteen.Thirteen in Free Verse More Like This
Thirteen fears.
Thirteen haunted years.
Thirteen cold bitter tears.
Thirteen memories linger and leer.
Thirteen days pass as death nears.
Thirteen screams that no one ever hears.
Thirteen foggy futures that never come out clear.
Thirteen cries for help that die when fate sneers.
Thirteen faceless figures that hear all helpless cries without ears.
Thirteen towering clocks that chime each passing life with dusty gears.
Thirteen windows that never break against the pounding fists and bloody smears.
Thirteen words that echo, echo, echo through the insanity your mind surely bears.
Ghosts of Youghosts of you are everywhere;Ghosts of You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
remInding me, alwayS There.
i dIdn't mean to say goodbye;
was just afraid to ask you why:
why you bLushed and why you sighed;
we didn't rush—that's why we died.
the gLow faded, our Love fought;
i wish i'd knOwn what you thought.
i neVer knEw what You wanted;
nOw i'm stuck with being haUnted.
SurviveWhispers in my earSurvive in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Compel me to surrender.
But I will not hear;
I defy my contender.
Defeat is not an option;
There is no other way:
Survive against all odds
To die another day.
'Tis the oldest battlecry;
The only ultimatum.
Fight until you die—
Rather plain verbatim.
To be classified as "alive,"
Survive, survive, survive.
Wish for PrivacyI live behind a locked door,Wish for Privacy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse—
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
I'm Here for YouWhat do you expect me to sayI'm Here for You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you keep pushing me away?
Remember—I can't read your mind,
And time cannot rewind.
Regret will only make it worse—
Like a bad omen from a curse.
This will surely make you stronger;
Please just hold on longer.
I'll be here, right by your side;
You don't have to run and hide.
Just try to find the silver lining—
The sun will keep on shining.
Never forget that this is true:
I am here for you.
The Beggar~The Beggar~The Beggar in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The beggar on London square;
She is old and frail and has grey hair;
She hobbles to her lair
On London square.
Her eyes hold a wise twinkle;
Her face is full of wrinkles;
She still survives there
On London square.
In her hand, she holds a hat;
When a coin drops, she's happy like that.
Age is meaningless there
On London square.
With some joy as she ends her day,
She buys her bread with the coin that lay
In the hat she holds there
On London square.
With bread in hand, she sits and sings
Of how sweet grace gave her the things
That she was given there
On London square.
She BelievedI stumble through my mind,She Believed in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Weakened by the pain of years.
I always search but cannot find
The source of all my bitter tears.
I see a light, an anchor, a hope;
I limp faster, relieved by the sight.
I found a gentle, downward slope—
Like a rescue from a blight.
I lean on you, no longer afraid;
Finally I have found relief.
Tears dry, memories fade,
Like wind carries a wilted leaf.
But in the end, it wasn't true—
You held my heart yet let it die.
My anchor became my noose;
My trust was blinded to your lie.
How could I be so ignorant?
You pledged to never leave my side.
There's none to blame but myself—
"She belie
I Feel FreeWhen I look into your eyes,I Feel Free in Free Verse More Like This
I see experience.
When I hold your hands,
I know strength.
When I touch your skin,
I sense comfort.
When I listen to your heart,
I hear power.
When I speak your name,
I find pleasure.
When I kiss your lips,
I feel free.
What's Not Being SaidI heard you sighWhat's Not Being Said in Free Verse More Like This
but at the time
I didn't say a word;
I saw you cry
but didn't know
your voice was so unheard.
I felt you break
but truly thought
I shouldn't be around;
For my own sake
I should have fought
to keep your feelings sound.
Please, listen to what's not being said.
Reaper's TaleA Reaper’s Tale.Reaper's Tale in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was night, Reaper's favourite time, Aslansa's too, everyone else probably didn't mind it either way, and they were huddled around a campfire, for the most part, looking up at the stars. Reaper, dressed in black as he almost always was, sat there silently, looking at the two children around the campfire, Insanity and Creativity were his friends, of a sort. They were frozen at five, or maybe six? He could never remember, and they were Aslansa’s image, olive skinned, brown eyes, cute little faces, black hair, and they were good company.
Aslansa ; simply an older version of the twins, was watching them from afar, talking to Doug, who looked the same as Reaper; with shorter hair and dressed in white, both Aslansa and Doug sat down, resting against a tree of their own, facing each other.
Angel Heart simply smiled, watching the conversation and pitching in occasionally. Reaper remained himself, his b
The Child's Song."Corporations are evil!"The Child's Song. in Free Verse More Like This
"Corporations are evil!"
Say the little children in a sing song voice,
The parents wonder as the children rejoice.
What has inspired this strange song?
Why are corporations so very wrong?
Which child started and when will it end?
And how can they see that they pretend?
One child had skipped through the village, singing,
And soon, to the tune the church bells were ringing.
Such a catchy tune it was hard to not hum,
A protest is catchy, it's an old rule of thumb.
We are the down-trodden and angry masses,
Our tune is carried by every man that passes.
We are the oppressed masters of the future,
We shall not be quietly pushed to the corner!
It all began with a simple child's song,
And now the angry protest has begun.
It all began with a naive little lover,
And now they are the mightiest fighter!
The Heart Fruit.You once said you would be so much less without me.The Heart Fruit. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And believe me, I would be nothing if we weren't "we".
You once said that you could never express how much you love me.
I still say I love you more, even if you would be less without me.
You may be less without me, but I would be nothing without you.
Now Jennifer, read these words and know what I'm saying is true.
I can honestly say that I would be nothing without you.
I would be nothing without that sweet reply of "I love you too."
And finally, "With this fruit I bestow..."
Why do those words sound so very hollow?
Because they are not mine, and I can tell you myself.
That you are
The Heart Fruit.The Heart Fruit. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You once said you would be so much less without me.
And believe me, I would be nothing if we weren't "we".
You once said that you could never express how much you love me.
I still say I love you more, even if you would be less without me.
You may be less without me, but I would be nothing without you.
Now Jennifer, read these words and know what I'm saying is true.
I can honestly say that I would be nothing without you.
I would be nothing without that sweet reply of "I love you too."
And finally, "With this fruit I bestow..."
Why do those words sound so very hollow?
Because they are not mine, and I can tell you myself.
That you are
There's a light at the end of the tunnel."There's a light at the end of the tunnel."There's a light at the end of the tunnel. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Then I will run as fast as I can.
"Hang in there, get through the tunnel!"
Believe me, I'm doing the best I can...
I run dead ahead, trying to reach the light,
But the shadows surround me, and hold on tight.
As I break free from them, it takes all my might,
As I run, it seems to just get further out of sight.
But yes, I see it! That glorious light!
As I keep running, and the light gets brighter.
I propel myself forward with the last of my might,
Too late, I realise, the light is a flamethrower...
We are one...We are many, We are Legion... But we are still, only one.We are one... in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Was the reply to the begging, to stop all the horrors that had begun.
Atheists say you pray to nothing, or that your God does not hear.
Your God does hear, which is what theists both hope, and fear.
Be it a God among angels, or a God among devils, or a God among men.
They are still only one God, even with the strength of ten men.
They would not be able to stop these horrors, keep them at bay.
Because every God falls trying, and most die where they lay.
One man alone, One God alone, Or Legion, alone.
They would still be helpless, for they are on their own.
I know this, yet I stand tall, a hero for you all.
I am on my own, yet I am proud, and I stand tall.
I am a hero, and I will spread my wings far and wide.
I will look after you all, I will help you, and be your guide.
Everyone fails, when they are on their own.
But I am the one who will do
It's kinda pathetic, but...I miss you, y'know... Soon as you're gone,It's kinda pathetic, but... in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It hurts to want to hug you and there be no one.
I miss you as soon as I stop talking to you,
I miss you even when we talk, unless I'm hugging you.
I know it's pathetic, I really do...
But I guess it's just because I love you.
Sometimes I'm scared there'll be no one there
But then I wake up, and thank God it's a nightmare.
Jennifer, I want you to believe that I love you
And I want to hear that you love me too.
Jennifer, I love you and I love you true.
And I'm not ashamed to say that I need you.
SILENCEFor a Noble's daughter, Ahiru's world was rather quiet. She was home schooled, so she wasn't able to easily make friends, and her family were slightly lacking in the affection department. However, the biggest contribution to the silence was her own voice. When the red-headed girl was but two, her Uncle visited, and while he was there he had become utterly hammered. While inebriated, he started poking, prodding, and scaring the horses that her father had owned. Being a curious little girl, she had gone to search out the reason for the horses fearing cries.SILENCE in Short Stories More Like This
The moment she stepped inside the stable, her Uncle had unlatched the stable doors and
FOREVERTheir meeting began when they were but toddlers; two naïve children barely out of their swaddling clothes. The two played together, though he was not nice to her, and she continued to follow him, though she thought he was a big meanie head. The mother's of the children could not contain their mirth; both realizing their children would have interesting futures ahead of them.FOREVER in Short Stories More Like This
As they got older, they went to school together, went to daycare together, and even went to after school classes together. Though neither would admit it, they had instilled a love for dancing in each other, a love that was borne from their parents, who danced before
LIGHTForest green eyes looked down and to the left, the expression behind the usual stoic gaze annoyed. Next to him, his childhood friend and girlfriend quivered and gulped, anxious and fearful of the house they were about to walk through.LIGHT in Short Stories More Like This
"Really, moron, if you're so afraid, why do you even want to do this?"
"I'm not a moron, and I'm not afraid! I'm just… a little nervous…" Sapphire eyes had lit up in indignation, but then quickly faded, a nervous energy filling their pools of ocean.
Sighing, he didn't answer to her words.
It was pointless, really. Their school put together a haunted house every year, a project to bring the student
GIFTToday was rainy, but tomorrow the sun will dry the ground.GIFT in Short Stories More Like This
She smiles sadly as she watches the rain fall; chances were that all traces of that days magical shower would be gone early the next day. Of course, the flora would be thriving, and little children would play in the puddles while they could, but none of that matched the splendor of the falling rain.
There was something beautiful, unique, majestic about the here and now; the drops that spattered the ground in that second, and not the second before. It made her think of how so many people lived in the future, and how so many dwelled on the past. None of them seemed to even see the pre
DREAMSA pained sigh fell from frowning lips; the vibrant blue sky reminded him of eyes full of sapphires, the sun, burning brightly in the sky, made him think of golden feathers. Later on in the evening, the red of the setting sun would remind him of fiery hair and blushing cheeks. These were characteristics of a dream long lost; of a beautiful, courageous, and wonderful girl, filled to the brim with hope. He himself had suggested the end to their story, to the story a Prince and a Raven had escaped from, and while he believed in his words, he had not understood the repercussions of the words both of them believed in.DREAMS in Short Stories More Like This
Those words was their downfal
REDWhen Fakir was younger, he hated the color red. It was the color of blood and anger, and he disliked both. Especially after the loss of his parents. All he could remember from that night were vague snapshots: the mixture of black feathers and crimson blood, and he remembered crying, his tears washing the red specs from his cheeks, but landing on his shirt and staining it. He also remembered Charon burned that shirt and after that, he locked away the memories. Red had always been a trigger for his anger afterwards, and that was partly why he had so disliked Ahiru in the beginning.RED in Short Stories More Like This
Years later though, when Fakir would figure out the true signi
Can I Cut Yet?Can I Cut Yet?:Can I Cut Yet? in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, Hey Sadako
Hey...
I really want to cut something
can I, can I please?
This girl is talking to me, she seems rather nice
The colour of her eyes makes me think of fucking lice
I want to cut her, I want to cut her so bad!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I won't cut her
Hey, Hey Sadako
This teacher is really boring
I want to cut him, I WANT TO CUT HIM SO BAD!
I'm in class now, Sadako stands beside me
She points out a mistake I made in my notes
I start tearing at the paper while grinding my teeth
I want to show them my frustration, OH SO BAD!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad..
Six Words for a SlumpSix Words For A Slump:Six Words for a Slump in Free Verse More Like This
You're tired, unable to create anything.
You feel angry; the anatomy's wrong!
Why won't these words come together?
"Nothing's right anymore, my hands tremble..."
Yet the solution is fairly simple...
I'm showing it to you now;
Break up your ideas, smaller sized.
They come together, like in Tetris.
Rotate the blocks; shape your art.
Draw chibis and stick figures too.
Instead of epics, try a haiku.
How about a six word story?
If your mind is blocked, overheated.
Let it cool; take it slow.
By attempting all the smaller things,
Your art is sure to grow.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th January 2013
An Epic LegendAn Epic Legend:An Epic Legend in Free Verse More Like This
The skies turned bloody, as the smell of death wafted through the air;
Those yet to be consumed by the madness, stood dumbfounded in the streets
They stared at the sky and into the glimmering eye of Tashorak
Who in the moments of his birth, consumed the stars that surrounded him
The Moon was all that stood in his way, for she would not let her people die
Yet though she fought with all of her might, she too was eventually consumed...
The Sun watched helpless, for he was powerless during the Eternal Night
Yet though he could not act directly; he could send others to act in his stead
The first was an Elf, Auroch Vasira,
Breaking FreeBreaking Free:Breaking Free in Free Verse More Like This
I sit here waiting, in the coldest of cells
Outside I hear them screaming for blood
I know that they mean to kill me soon
Yet somehow my spirit remains resolved and calm
As they march me to the gallows, wrapped in chains
I grin knowingly as they force me to kneel
Each and every man in the audience, waits for this moment
They know that something is about to change!
An eldritch wind ripples through the air
And I can feel it wrapping around my beating heart
It makes me feel like breaking the conventions:
The ones that I've torn apart...
And as they make me bow before the guillotine
I can feel a sense of unrivaled exc
This is Halloween!This is Halloween:This is Halloween! in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with me and you will see
The friends I've hung down from this tree...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Corpses scream in the dead of night!
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween...
I am the one hiding under your bed;
Licking your hand with a tongue so red and -
I am the one crawling up your stairs,
Thump-thump-drag, when no one's there...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Hallo
To Save A PrincessTo Save A Princess:To Save A Princess in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In most of the stories, whether old or new
It is usually the knight that saves the maiden
But reality is never as sweet as that
And often the truth gets slightly misshapen
But this is a story about the truth;
A tale of Pirates who aided the King
Though most would credit his honoured knights
We know they didn't do a thing...
Instead what happened is an epic story
For it began on a night when the moon was full
The Pirates slipped from their hallowed ship
Like wolves cloaked in wool
They hid amongst the jagged rocks
And called like birds to communicate
The soldiers thought they were hearing things
Until they b
The Ireza's Rise (AVTN) - Chapter 114/09/96 –12:09pm – Uzura's Temple (Warrior's Rest)The Ireza's Rise (AVTN) - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Zarin? Zarin, wake up."
A young boy, perhaps thirteen or fourteen, lay sprawled out on one of the three sofas forming a square with the wall, a serene expression on his face, black soft hair falling over his face and a soft cyan robe wrapped around him to clothe him.
"I do wish you would stop sleeping so… You will never achieve purity with such attitude to life."
Stood over his sleeping form was the God of Purity himself, Uzura Celesa, as usual dressed in his normal semi-protective flexible white and blue-trimmed armour that symbolised his protective ways, and the semi-tr
The Ireza's Rise (AVTN) - Chapter 515/09/96 –7:36am – As'raean Forest (Outside the Crystal Caverns)The Ireza's Rise (AVTN) - Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Scene looks pretty clear. No trace of hostile prescience, Arcia or our other friends."
Flame chuckled, perched upon a rather sturdy and high branch of one of the evergreen trees, peering through the blankets of rain that tried to obscure his vision of the greenery around him. He'd not bothered with his armour this time, opting for a rather casual vest and jeans of the dark orange tones he usually resorted to, revealing his blackened arms and scraggy orange hair to the world – not the greatest choice considering the weather, but unlike Blayz it didn't bother him.
"These kid
The Ireza's Rise (AVTN) - Chapter 415/09/96 –1:09am - Arcian CaveThe Ireza's Rise (AVTN) - Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zarin's eyes were beginning to grow heavy as he scanned his self-created darkness, worrying for his life as it slowly dawned upon him that this might not have been such a great plan, whatever it was in the first place, he'd lost the enemy an advantage, but given him a much less manageable one in return. The only possible clue as to Nightshard's position would be his sword.
"Aikarian tried this trick on me too," Nightshard whispered, each syllable bouncing off the trees and amplifying in his ears. "But it didn't work. Arcia, consume. Shadowed blade."
Sure enough, the end of his speech resulted in the telltale
The Ireza's Rise (AVTN) - Chapter 314/09/96 –10:15pm - ???The Ireza's Rise (AVTN) - Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The cave was really, really dark. More dark than that. Imagine the darkest shade of black you can possibly comprehend and multiply that by, say, a few hundred. This darkness, Zarin felt, was no natural darkness. To that little boy this darkness was the essence of corruption.
To traverse this dark, downward sloping terrain, the two of them clutched hands with Ember running her free hand along the wall of the cave, making sure they didn't bump in to anything hard and rocky.
Zarin grumbled. "It's too dark in here. Can't I just use my light gem? It'll make this so much easier."
"No, Sparky..." Ember answered in a hushe
The Ireza's Rise (AVTN) - Chapter 214/09/96 –2:32pm – The Ireza (Conference Room)The Ireza's Rise (AVTN) - Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the dark, lonely control section of the Ireza's conference room, Blayz rocked upon his tall, black leather office chair, eyes bloodshot and lids dipping as the power of sleep deprivation took ahold of him. He hummed to himself quietly, trying to keep himself conscious, determined to prove he wasn't mentally weak like the rest of them... They needed him...
"It doesn't hurt to rest, you know."
Blayz sighed. Flaime, his twin brother. His voice was as mysterious and evasive as he himself; to not recognise it would be a ridiculous mistake.
"D-don't need sleep Flaime. Shut up"
"That was unrefin
'Forever' - Fakiru Week 2012 Prompt 7I don't remember that day very well.'Forever' - Fakiru Week 2012 Prompt 7 in Short Stories More Like This
It's been so long since I first found Mytho that he's really become a part of my life. I couldn't really imagine him not being here.
After all, I am his knight.
I have to protect him from the raven and anyone else who dares to threaten him.
Fakir decided the best thing for Mytho, just to get his mind off all distractions, was to get him into ballet. Mytho was a natural at poise and style; Fakir knew it was the perfect thing for him. What Fakir didn't know was that Rue would also follow him and Mytho into the Gold Crown Ballet School. Rue was always obsessed with Mytho and followed both of them around,
'Play' - Fakiru Week 2012 Prompt 6"Oh, Duck, I'm so glad to see you again." said a young woman who was wearing her brown hair in a bun on her head. She smiled sweetly at the duck-like girl at the front door of the house.'Play' - Fakiru Week 2012 Prompt 6 in Short Stories More Like This
Duck smiled bowing. "It's no problem, Raetsel. You said you needed help around the house?"
"Well…I can handle the chores. I have something for you to do back here in the bedroom for me." Raetsel said with a grin.
Duck tilted her head in confusion. "Uh sure."
Duck wasn't sure what Raetsel had up her sleeve, but it didn't really matter. It had been nearly two months since she had been turned back into a duck by the magic of the Lake of Despair. Duck di
'Light' - Fakiru Week 2012 Prompt 5{This is a continuation of the same era created in Prompt 4, Gift}'Light' - Fakiru Week 2012 Prompt 5 in Short Stories More Like This
Fakir had everything perfectly planned.
It had been three months since Fakir had promised to always protect Ahiru by being her forever knight. He had surprised everyone by defeating everyone that her father had sent to challenge him. Fakir was the first castle soldier to accomplish that in nearly a decade.
Coming up in a few days was the annual celebration of the kingdom's founding. Fakir, who was now the head of the Tower Knights, was responsible for guarding Ahiru during the event and making sure the castle had enough guards around the outside.
It wasn't only his job tha
'Gift' - Fakiru Week 2012 Prompt 4Being a princess wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Ahiru had read a lot of books in her day; the many books of a beautiful girl waiting for her princess charming were boring. It wasn't like that. At least not in her kingdom. She wasn't just sitting in the window sill, dreaming of a way out of the castle. Ahiru liked living in the castle. The girl would be out in the garden, playing with her ducks, the animal for which she was named. She would be playing with the other girls living in the castle, her cousins, sons and daughters of her mother's many brothers and sisters.'Gift' - Fakiru Week 2012 Prompt 4 in Short Stories More Like This
Her castle was a family filled fortress and Ahiru loved it.
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'Red' - Fakiru Week 2012 Prompt 1Duck pushed her palms into her eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling out. It wasn't working, as she felt the warm liquid roll down her arms.'Red' - Fakiru Week 2012 Prompt 1 in Short Stories More Like This
The pink haired girl didn't want to go. She didn't know want to leave this small room in which she was in now.
"Why are you crying?" said a male voice from across the room. Duck couldn't answer him. She doesn't honestly know. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled into someone's chest. "Geez, Duck, I think you're worrying a little too much. It's not that big of a deal."
"B-but…Fakir…it is. It's c-crazy." Duck stammered through sobs.
Fakir laughed airily under his breath. "But… I
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