Merry Fucking Christmas
LongingDon't. Ever. Use. That. Word. Lightly.
Second time I heard that from my father.
Third time I left the house.
Last time I'm ever loving my parents.
~Idle-Eve
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Child of FateChild of FateChild of Fate
Summary: A prophecy has been stated by the Norns in anger. “The city is to have its royalty scattered and its foundations destroyed. The remains from which this city was created will return to its rightful owner. From these empty plains shall be war.” Knowing nothing of these prophecies, Mariella, former royalty of the doomed kingdom, comes back by heed of her father, the king. Listening to her father's dying words, Mariella seeks the only thing that can change her country’s travesty: a room behind the throne that allows one to enter the "world after."
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by ~Idle-Eve
A Little Bit of ChangePrompt #2 A Little Bit of ChangeA Little Bit of Change
What’d I’d really like to say is, “that was 4 years ago, mom.” And four years is enough to morph grossly fact into fantasy. “Her altruistic image of her son was no more,” I thought as I gave her a bold look, “My prompt won’t be about Vietnam!” Now, take a leap back in time before our argument; we’re in Vietnam. My mother’s girlish expression told me she was back again—home—as if she were reliving the past. She talked on and on and I could understand why: she hadn’t seen her family since the war. I wore my “intri
by ~Idle-Eve
What Lies Behind the RiseThe world beyond the well, Was reachable only by climbing. The act of climbing, Lured me into hope. The fall from hope, Punished these hands that reached beyond. Please tell me, So that I can continue, What lies behind the rise.What Lies Behind the Rise
by ~Idle-Eve
Souls of One ColorThe fall into the abyss was endless. Its clutches were relentless and dragged us further. I felt the fear shock my heart until my vision gave way. The figures around me blended into the black; I soon forgot who they were—strangers in a living hell. “Wake up! Wake up already!” I felt a gentle hand nudge me forward and, in response, I pulled the covers over my shoulders. “Oh, c’mon!” exclaimed another voice. “See, this is why I hate newcomers!” The eerie silence was followed by rude awakenings—water. A glass full of the odious thing would make my hair stand on end, but, no, I was greetedSouls of One Color
by ~Idle-Eve
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"We have no dreams at all or interesting ones. We should learn to be awake the same way — not at all or in an interesting manner."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
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Some wise old scribe wrote, "Get your protagonist up in a tree. Throw rocks at him. Then get him down." But I ask myself, "Why doesn't he just build a tree house? It would sure help him for all the times he has been in that tree."
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