Lakeside Pebbles “Wally?” Haruka blinked, peering over the slouched man. “What are you doing?”More Like This
Yelping in surprise, Wally stood up straight, spinning around to face Haruka. His left hand was suspiciously being hidden from behind his back. “N-Nothing. I was just resting.”
“You sure?” Taking a small step to the side, Haruka tilted her head. “I called you name a few times and you didn’t even flinch.”
There was no doubt Wally was sweating under the brunette’s piercing gaze. Slowly, he brought his hand to show her a small, yellowish orb in the palm of his hand. Haruka’s eyes traveled up from the small rock up to Wally’s face. His eyes were bright, face soft as he stared down at his possession. Biting back a giggle, Haruka gently took the rock between her fingers, examining it closely.
First Love in May During his journey, Wally had gone through many new experiences that he never knew would be possible. Since birth, he having such a weak heart made it so he became sickly very easily. Every day until the day Wally turned sixteen, he wanted to familiarize himself with everything and anything. Though, with how he was now, there was one experience in particular that he would never want to wish away.More Like This
Falling in love.
Wally peaked over the bunk and watched the rhythmic rise and fall of May’s chest. Her brown hair was a tangled mess on the pillow. One of her hands was draped over her stomach in an unladylike manner while her other hand was placed against her mouth. He laughed at the site of May’s defenselessness before smiling adoringly at her.
She looks so calm when she’s sleeping, Wally thought to himself. Nothing like how she is when she’s awake.
inside that countsThere is no talent, skill, or ability in making something beautiful ugly, in making something pure into something corrupt, to make a dream into a nightmare, to twist a virtue into a vice. This is BEYOND easy, it's the OPPOSITE of effort, it's where we just let go, and let ourselves fall into our shadows, and let the darkness in us fester. To create something convincingly innocent, pure, and good-natured, is naturally harder than to corrupt something.More Like This
This is WHY I admire writers like Ardashir, OracleMask, Richforce, ItsFromPeople, and Kendell2, and others, who are people, writers, story tellers, who are able to make convincingly beautiful and ideal things, that are neither banal nor shallow, and not a simply throwing in a fix-it-sue to fix the story, but keeping the positive outcomes internal.
And above everything, they remember what DREW US to this freakin' half-hour toy commercial to begin with! This world was never TRYING for realistic, and it never once pretends t