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Nekos of Snow, pt1Chapter 1: What is It?
This is being of life you can't see. You can't touch it, but can touch you. The smell of it is not common in other traits. For that it makes it own smell. Of warning; that it will soon become harsher and deadly. To where it will immobile one self, to fight it off.
But for something, that is a distance friend of death. Why do those who live in it, call it such a kind name?
The youths of life, have no clue of what the wise ones do. Of how something like this can be so deadly and yet, a joy.
Taking away one's spirit from those, who find out the truth far from reaching adulthood.
Preying on the ones, who should never meet that fate.
"What a heave storm this is becoming, Da." A young man spoke out, walking in a knee high blanket of cold white.
His dark blues almost purple eyes shut to slits when the snow started to pick up as the gentle breeze became gustier. Hoping that his slim tone arms, didn't drop any of the bags o
Oceanic Ch1Chapter 1: Where I Stand
How long has it been? How many birthdays did, I had alone? How many Christmas where I was alone and only a family photo, taken long before, it was resting on the mantel place?
Out of anything . . . I have lost on the countess time I have come to this place. Glaring at the vast body of water before me. Angry eyes staring at its coldness and bitter salt taste that never seem to leave my mind.
Looking around, seeing that not one person out here. Just me. But today was a reason. It was the five thousand-one hundred and tenth day they weren't here beside me.
You think, after a number like that, someone would not be part of this world anymore. Or sane to say the least.
But no, this is where I stand once more to know I am alone and grieving of the lost, that will never come back.
"You're here again?"
"Zachary Martin, move on, please. For not just your sake, but mine."
I turned to face a long friend of mine. Then my eyes go back to the reflection of a
OC (Black with hints of White)My Master, my father didn't give me this color.
Another did out of kindness for the grief he almost obtained.
It also fits the unknown mystery I carry on heavy shoulders.
Pure evil is only shown out of fear when my family is in danger.
Death is never far from those who cross my path.
My brothers and father say in their own words,
Of the light I give them in a time of need.
I put as much reliance in myself as I do for the others to have my back as I to them.
This color makes me who I, ______ am.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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