A hot breeze floated past the girl's face as she sat on the deck overlooking her backyard. It was summer, the time when the earth was no longer frozen and the bird and the worm had their daily early morning encounters. A time when a vanilla twilight, one that filled the world with a soft pink light, was a common occurence. It was also a time of freedom as she had been released from the confines of school to run and play all she liked. Although she was reaching the end of her twentieth year, playing and dancing like a little kid in the dewy cool grass was still one of her favorite things to do.
The night came upon her like a tidal wave and th
I Am From.. Poetry Mimic by Cherries-are-evil, literature
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I Am From.. Poetry Mimic
I am from pots and pans
From Arm and Hammer baking soda to Uncle Jack's Syrup
I am from an ancient oak
Standing the test of time
Not unlike ruins in far off south
I am from sunflower plants
From tomato vines
Whose smell hung in the summer air
And told us they were ready for picking
I am from cookies and swing sets
From Nancy and Thomas
I'm the from the teacher's pet and 'Mexico-texico'
From stuffed like a chicken and 'well that's a deep subject'
I'm from work hard and be strong
Follow the road less traveled
I'm from Pamela and Peter's branch
Chocolate Milk and oatmeal
From my brother's perm
To white kittens without a father
We Could Do It After All Ch.4 by Cherries-are-evil, literature
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We Could Do It After All Ch.4
Emily awoke before light touched the sky, still feeling hazy and tired, but something told her she needed to get up. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, she sighed. She only slept for three hours. She pushed herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. Her shoulders ached more than her feet; that's what she got when she slept in a funny position. Her feet touched the floor, making no sound. Creeping down the hallway to her room, she opened the door quietly. Sure enough, Kazu was still there, sleeping silently, unmoving. Emily smiled. He looked so cute when he slept.
Emily made her way downstairs. No one was home yet, though she didn't
We Could Do It After All Ch.3 by Cherries-are-evil, literature
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We Could Do It After All Ch.3
e audience stayed silent, their eyes fixed on the blond haired American. Ringo lay on the pipes unmoving, though still alive. Rikia lowered her hand and her smile fell. Her blue eye sparkled, her hair set back in place. She silently hopped back up the pipes above and exited from where she entered. Nobody moved until Kanon jumped down to where Ringo was. He crouched down and touched Ringo's shoulder. Ringo's hand swiped out, batting Kanon away. He whispered something to Ringo and tried to help her up. She said something back that Emily couldn't hear. When Ringo finally stood, using Kanon as support, Muen stood up as well. The black-haired Rumb
We Could Do It After All Ch.2 by Cherries-are-evil, literature
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We Could Do It After All Ch.2
Emily awoke sometime when it began to get light. The birds were chirping already and Emily was working out a training plan for the day in her head. Her body still ached but it was nothing a little warm up couldn't fix. She turned around in bed. Her eyes still weren't open and she was reveling in the comfort of her own bed. She didn't want to get up but she had to. She curled up to get the last bits of warmth out of her covers, opened her eyes.. and quickly realized she wasn't alone.
"Kazu.. what the heck are you doing here?" Emily said hazily. She stretched and swung her legs after the edge of the bed. Sure enough, Kazu was sitting in the al
He Got Up.. He Went Downstairs by Cherries-are-evil, literature
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He Got Up.. He Went Downstairs
He got up and the, realizing that might not have been the best idea to do it that quickly, fell backwards, back into his soft bed. His back hit the mattresses and silky sheets and he instantly lost the will to get up again. Instead he decided to do the best thing to waste time when one does not want to get up: thinking.
He thought of his wife, whom was in Europe at the moment, directing a fashion show in Milan. She was a brilliant designer, even going so far as to design an alternative wear for Lady GaGa herself. Lady GaGa of course didn't wear his wife's design and did her own thing but nethertheless, the dress was pretty.
The resonating beat of war drums
The stomping of feet in time
Surrounded by fellow soldiers
This is what he was made for
Feet broken by earth
Hands broken by wood and iron
Body and mind broken by will
This is what he was born for
An arrow meeting its target
A sword stealing life of the enemy
A chorus of clashing shields
This is what he trained for
Standing on the front line
Facing foes bigger then himself
He chose to stay because
That is what he would die for
The sky turned black with falling arrows
He fell to his knees, his final test done
Looked up into the sunless sky
And smiled
We Could Do It After All Ch. 1 by Cherries-are-evil, literature
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We Could Do It After All Ch. 1
'Just like in track' Emily Adachi thought to herself as she put herself in position. Her muscles remembered her middle school (though her hobby proceeded well into high school) training. Knees bent, one leg forward, one backward, face down, hands on the ground with the palms up. Was she forgetting anything..? Oh yes and ass lifted into optimal position to give her the perfect launch. She was in starting position, moreover an AT starting position, one of the hardest things to master for an AT pro. F class riders don't attempt it, as the control and balance comes with experience. She was eternally grateful for joining Kogarasumaru. They put her
The sky glistened- with Night
The Stars its only Scar
The clouds- heals
And the moon its Mother
The sky glistened-with Light
Gone- the Scars
Gone - the unnecessary Healers
And Father sun- came home
The sky glistened- With Red
In the air-Cool
In the air- Sounds of mockingbirds
In the air- Beauty
The sky glistens
With Red Light- in the Night
Everything is in the sky
Nothing- stains the Ground
And in the Sky- it stays
A hot breeze floated past the girl's face as she sat on the deck overlooking her backyard. It was summer, the time when the earth was no longer frozen and the bird and the worm had their daily early morning encounters. A time when a vanilla twilight, one that filled the world with a soft pink light, was a common occurence. It was also a time of freedom as she had been released from the confines of school to run and play all she liked. Although she was reaching the end of her twentieth year, playing and dancing like a little kid in the dewy cool grass was still one of her favorite things to do.
The night came upon her like a tidal wave and th
I Am From.. Poetry Mimic by Cherries-are-evil, literature
Literature
I Am From.. Poetry Mimic
I am from pots and pans
From Arm and Hammer baking soda to Uncle Jack's Syrup
I am from an ancient oak
Standing the test of time
Not unlike ruins in far off south
I am from sunflower plants
From tomato vines
Whose smell hung in the summer air
And told us they were ready for picking
I am from cookies and swing sets
From Nancy and Thomas
I'm the from the teacher's pet and 'Mexico-texico'
From stuffed like a chicken and 'well that's a deep subject'
I'm from work hard and be strong
Follow the road less traveled
I'm from Pamela and Peter's branch
Chocolate Milk and oatmeal
From my brother's perm
To white kittens without a father
We Could Do It After All Ch.4 by Cherries-are-evil, literature
Literature
We Could Do It After All Ch.4
Emily awoke before light touched the sky, still feeling hazy and tired, but something told her she needed to get up. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, she sighed. She only slept for three hours. She pushed herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. Her shoulders ached more than her feet; that's what she got when she slept in a funny position. Her feet touched the floor, making no sound. Creeping down the hallway to her room, she opened the door quietly. Sure enough, Kazu was still there, sleeping silently, unmoving. Emily smiled. He looked so cute when he slept.
Emily made her way downstairs. No one was home yet, though she didn't
We Could Do It After All Ch.3 by Cherries-are-evil, literature
Literature
We Could Do It After All Ch.3
e audience stayed silent, their eyes fixed on the blond haired American. Ringo lay on the pipes unmoving, though still alive. Rikia lowered her hand and her smile fell. Her blue eye sparkled, her hair set back in place. She silently hopped back up the pipes above and exited from where she entered. Nobody moved until Kanon jumped down to where Ringo was. He crouched down and touched Ringo's shoulder. Ringo's hand swiped out, batting Kanon away. He whispered something to Ringo and tried to help her up. She said something back that Emily couldn't hear. When Ringo finally stood, using Kanon as support, Muen stood up as well. The black-haired Rumb
We Could Do It After All Ch.2 by Cherries-are-evil, literature
Literature
We Could Do It After All Ch.2
Emily awoke sometime when it began to get light. The birds were chirping already and Emily was working out a training plan for the day in her head. Her body still ached but it was nothing a little warm up couldn't fix. She turned around in bed. Her eyes still weren't open and she was reveling in the comfort of her own bed. She didn't want to get up but she had to. She curled up to get the last bits of warmth out of her covers, opened her eyes.. and quickly realized she wasn't alone.
"Kazu.. what the heck are you doing here?" Emily said hazily. She stretched and swung her legs after the edge of the bed. Sure enough, Kazu was sitting in the al
He Got Up.. He Went Downstairs by Cherries-are-evil, literature
Literature
He Got Up.. He Went Downstairs
He got up and the, realizing that might not have been the best idea to do it that quickly, fell backwards, back into his soft bed. His back hit the mattresses and silky sheets and he instantly lost the will to get up again. Instead he decided to do the best thing to waste time when one does not want to get up: thinking.
He thought of his wife, whom was in Europe at the moment, directing a fashion show in Milan. She was a brilliant designer, even going so far as to design an alternative wear for Lady GaGa herself. Lady GaGa of course didn't wear his wife's design and did her own thing but nethertheless, the dress was pretty.
The resonating beat of war drums
The stomping of feet in time
Surrounded by fellow soldiers
This is what he was made for
Feet broken by earth
Hands broken by wood and iron
Body and mind broken by will
This is what he was born for
An arrow meeting its target
A sword stealing life of the enemy
A chorus of clashing shields
This is what he trained for
Standing on the front line
Facing foes bigger then himself
He chose to stay because
That is what he would die for
The sky turned black with falling arrows
He fell to his knees, his final test done
Looked up into the sunless sky
And smiled
We Could Do It After All Ch. 1 by Cherries-are-evil, literature
Literature
We Could Do It After All Ch. 1
'Just like in track' Emily Adachi thought to herself as she put herself in position. Her muscles remembered her middle school (though her hobby proceeded well into high school) training. Knees bent, one leg forward, one backward, face down, hands on the ground with the palms up. Was she forgetting anything..? Oh yes and ass lifted into optimal position to give her the perfect launch. She was in starting position, moreover an AT starting position, one of the hardest things to master for an AT pro. F class riders don't attempt it, as the control and balance comes with experience. She was eternally grateful for joining Kogarasumaru. They put her
The sky glistened- with Night
The Stars its only Scar
The clouds- heals
And the moon its Mother
The sky glistened-with Light
Gone- the Scars
Gone - the unnecessary Healers
And Father sun- came home
The sky glistened- With Red
In the air-Cool
In the air- Sounds of mockingbirds
In the air- Beauty
The sky glistens
With Red Light- in the Night
Everything is in the sky
Nothing- stains the Ground
And in the Sky- it stays
Nicky whistled his way through the cafeteria with a wide grin on his face. He was feeling a mixture of enthusiasm and fearlessness. He had put on his best casual clothes, he had taken a long, rejuvenating shower and he had picked out his favorite breakfast plates. Things were looking great. Walking to his squad's designated table, Nicky glanced at the wall-sized glass windows to witness a sunny day. No clouds in the blue sky. Mother Nature must be agreeing with his newfound happiness too.
"What's with the goofy look, golden boy?" Ava sneered when Nicky approached the table. Zack grinned and gave the girl a peck on the cheek before continui
Zack opened his eyelids lazily. He felt satiated after a good dream, though he was still slightly drowsy. Yawning, he turned his head to the right to see if his girlfriend had awakened, but she was facing away from him. Zack silently traced her recently cut silk-black hair that exposed her long, tanned neck. His heart swelled up by the simple sight of her lying next to him. Zack shifted over to get closer and kissed the back of her neck. There was no response; she stayed still like a log.
He grinned. Ava was a heavier sleeper than anyone he knew and that included Nicky, surprisingly. But he always enjoyed teasing her to wake up, especially o
Nicky held his breath. He heard a voice, her voice, but it was surreal at the same time. Forgetting about the tray of food splattered over his carpet, Nicky walked in a trance towards the door. He heard the voice again and swung the door wide open.
The figure turned her head and looked up in surprise. Nicky felt the moment froze as his eyes caught her doe-like eyes. When was the last time they looked directly at each other? Nicky felt his heart twang at the connection he had sorely missed.
"Didn't think you'd come," He said dryly, hiding his rapidly rising emotions.
"Well, I did." The red-head replied plainly.
They stood in an eternity
The resonating beat of war drums
The stomping of feet in time
Surrounded by fellow soldiers
This is what he was made for
Feet broken by earth
Hands broken by wood and iron
Body and mind broken by will
This is what he was born for
An arrow meeting its target
A sword stealing life of the enemy
A chorus of clashing shields
This is what he trained for
Standing on the front line
Facing foes bigger then himself
He chose to stay because
That is what he would die for
The sky turned black with falling arrows
He fell to his knees, his final test done
Looked up into the sunless sky
And smiled
I'm a writer, hermit and a crusader of love.. all in a 5' 7" brown haired girly package.
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Words cannot express my thanks or my happiness at the moment sos
All of you are BEAUTIFUL and AMAZING just the way you are. No one in the world is like you. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise <3
(This is coming from this general feeling I've had today. I feel that people need to hear that more, even if from a complete stranger)