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The hustling breeze by cereal-in-a-bowl, literature
The hustling breeze
A huff and a puff Ruffle and tweet As the sun arose with birds' chirrups so sweet Melody rising, temperate its beat Its song awakens everything it greets The yolk of the sun Dyeing colours they run Across the grazing grassy estate Creatures that flutter, spread wings to fly Met its dawn greeting as it slowly passed by I gazed at the sun and the winds as both played Gale and free-wheeling, spirited they As I watched, I coveted with ache Alas, such sweetness, I was not to partake Alas such a hope then, in me did forsake Then came a breeze as the winds came sighing by Prodding me reasons to explain to it why My spirits were grey’d inconsolable dismay I am disheartened I’d said with emotions displayed It looked at me solemnly and nodded its head It lingered a while, its lips twitched as it paced Untying a knot which lay unattended as tendril’d flowers make’d The wind smiled, a sparkle in its eyes The morning glow had coloured it bright The wind had no form No face does it
The Damned by LavenderCorpses, literature
The Damned
Something gothic I wrote last year for an under 500 word middle school writing club competition. Enjoy! - - - - - - What should have been a bustling street welcoming his arrival had been reduced to nothing else than a bitter reminder of what he had lost. It was a cold and silent night; no tempest stirred nor breath was drawn. Yet, even then, it left the man unsettled. “Pitiful.” He began, his breath a desolate whisper. The cobbled lanes which once held many elaborate carriages and painted ladies now lay deserted and empty, his only company being the fog and the rats that scampered across the snowy gravel. The street had always possessed an industrial and musty smell to it, but now it had become almost sickening, with a tinge of sour smoke lighter than the air on his tongue. The grand, gothic structures, objects of marvel lining the streets had become nothing more than refuge for wild animals. They fed upon the grounds that once held families bickering at the fireplace on cold
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