Somewhere lives a very shy and lonely boy.Everyone in his school teases him.But he isn’t afraid of anyone.He imagines himself like an elf warrior in a magnificent armor,carrying his powerful sword.Noone can hurt him or his feelings.The class is over and he goes outside.He sees a bunch of orks around a kneeling princess.They are leaughing at her and she is collecting her books from the ground.He goes over there full of bravery and confidence and tells them to back off.They corner him grinning and one of them attempts to punch him.But Valious is way too fast.A few minutes later they are running as fast as they can, away from the <<Immortal Dragon>>.Valious kneels opposite the princess and offers her a hand.-You are safe my Lady.Those filthy orks are miles away.She lifts her head and a tear is shining on her cheek.He gently wipes it with the back of his hand.-Thanks.It isn’t the first time the QB’s gang does this to me.I am fine.I’ve seen you around a few times nut I don’t know your name.She smiles shyly and gratefully and it’s the most beautiful thing Valious has ever seen.He thinks for a moment which feels like a century for him.What is he going to tell her?He opens his mouth and sees her,him and their laced fingers as he pulls her up.-River he responds and cracks a warm smile.-Wow.It sounds awesome.She blushes.-I am Van.She is adorable he thinks.-Wanna walk home with me he asks.-Of course she says and River realizes that he don’t want to be Valious now.He want to be here,in the real world with Van.Because Valious is supposed to defend kingdoms.Not walking home holding hands with an amazing girl.
The following piece is dedicated to the artist Markmak. Recently, he had decided to step away from his Wendy & Dipper artworks (much to my disappointment, for they are my favorite).
In spite of this, I wanted to write this story in tribute of this great person; a small token of thanks for all the joy that he has brought to me as well as the Gravity Falls fanbase in general.
So, Mark, this one's for you. Hope you enjoy it!
"Oh, c'mon, Dipper! Don't be like that!"
The cornered boy could do nothing but break eye contact and try to remember how he got himself into his current predicament. It hadn't even been a whole day since his world had changed completely.
While searching for clues leading to the origins of the mysterious Journal marked with the golden insignia #3, Dipper and his friends had crossed paths with a sinister shape shifter that had been accidentally let out of a cryogenically frozen state.
After being chased for hours on
Second Star On the LeftWe all know:
'Second star on the right and straight on 'till morning'
But what if
We changed direction
'Second star on the Left and straight on 'till morning'
Just so we can say:
I chose the road less travelled by'
Dear Peter PanDear Peter,
I'm seven years old. I believe in fairies and mermaids, and I like to pretend I am Wendy. I want to go to Neverland too. Will you take me one day? I don't want to grow up either, and I know how to sew. If you ever lose your shadow again, I can fix it for you.
I'm eight years old. I thought I saw Tinkerbell outside my window last night, but it was just a moth. So I stared out my window and searched for the second star to the right until I fell asleep. I'm still waiting for my turn to go to Neverland, I'm sure it is wild and beautiful there.
I'm nine years old. I used to have a nightgown that looked like Wendy's, but I can't find it anymore. I played in the snow today, does it snow in Neverland? Playing in the snow is fun, but I like coming inside and drinking hot chocolate with mommy to warm me up. I think I would miss that if I went to Neverland.
I'm ten years old. Today, mom told about growing up and changing from a girl, to a woman. I d
s mo kinglooking to
please pull me
and each vein
wrap that anchor
let the chain
and not give.
let it bully and
rip, legend of
a soul kept.
and i'll quit.
Letter to SantaDear Santa:
I know I have not been a good boy. I know I behaved badly many times and I got to say things that hurt others.
Se que no he sido un niño bueno. Se que me porté mal muchas veces y llegue a decir cosas que lastimaron a otros.
Believe me when I tell you that I regret and hope you can forgive me.
Créeme cuando te digo que me arrepiento y espero puedas perdonarme.
If you do, I would like you to fulfill my wish for this Christmas.
Si lo haces, me gustaría que me cumplieras mi deseo para esta navidad.
Do not worry, they are not toys or expensive things.
No te preocupes, no son juguetes ni cosas caras.
I'll just ask you one thing:
Solo te pediré una cosa:
Do not cry when he has left me.
No llores cuando me halla
Freedom of my dreamsSometimes I wish I could do it, you know?
Sometimes I wish I could run away from it all, leaving everything behind.
Then I dream of going to one of those beautiful, peaceful and quite places that you always find described in your favourite books.
A place where I could be alone, but never be lonely.
One of those places where I could feel free.
A place where I could spend all of my time gazing at the stars, looking at how the sun goes down or waiting for it to rise back up.
And all of it while camping in the open, warming my cold skin to a soft burning fire and writing stories with that last bit of light.
I’d own nothing more than I would need, somehow finding my way.
I would learn and find out why I am here, without being judged for it by society’s eyes.
When I dream of running away, I, for a moment, am free.
PaperIf I were a paper, I'm not the one who will be used to write with.
Because when you start to write me, I can easily tear off.
I'd be the one who will be used to clean a piece of shit.
It's because I'm soft and e a s y t o b e p l a y e d w i t h.
In the end, I always end up with shit.
Thrown inside the bowl because I became a disgusting piece of shit.
shiftwindsten times the ire
piled up alongside
the ivory tower.
i have hours less
the flower's on
and drink dour
suck the silt.
EncumbranceAs the fire burns the flames change shape;
As the blood courses through me wanting to escape;
I take a deep breath and know this is life
And I'm existing, though not free from strife.
Every day has it's ups and it's downs,
Every day brings a glory of sounds...
Echoes that strengthen instead of fade,
Reciting from past sermons obeyed.
Staying the course, my feet firmly planted,
Remembering past joy enchanted.
Looking toward memories yet to be made,
A release of softness come to raid...
So I stoke the fire and fan the flames,
Lost in constrained haunts I find blame;
Nowhere to point except at myself,
For I, have to mend things, for ourselves.
timewavestime moves like quicksand
time stands s t i l l
time rises, and time falls, like a wave
I want to go back in time
I want to go back to childhood
I want to go back to when records didn’t break every year
I want to go back when there still seemed to be a future
I want to back to when there still seemed to be options
I want to go back to when there was still time
I want to take all my knowledge and wisdom
I want to create a map
so I can bring it to the little girl I once was