Sundowner"You okay?"
I look up. She's giving me a worried look as I pull the earplugs out and pause the music.
"Yeah. Why?"
"You looked like you were about to cry there for a moment," she says. My face is blank as I think back for a moment.
"I did?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
"Why?"
I think back again, listen to the music in my head, and I don't say anything. Because how can you put music into words? How can you convey such feelings of loss, sadness, of greatness, of hope, of belief in a new day, a new dawn? How do you explain the feeling of something great ending and something truly magnificent beginning? How? When you can hear the sunset and the dawn, how do you Sundownerin Stories, One-shots etc.
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The Drug: LastHe was empty now, a husk, only a shell of his former self. It was because of the drug. He knew that, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Because the drug was his world now. This, this sad life, it was not his. He was no longer welcome here. But in the drug world, he was home. He had friends there, a potential boyfriend, a life, a future. This grey, bleak world of pollution and politicians was not his home. It had never really been.
The drug had made him see that. Now he knew what life was really like, what it could be. The only thing he needed to do was to swallow a small, iridescent pink pill.
He held it in his hand, staring at it. It c The Drug: Last
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Autumn SorrowStill dark water flows by, dotted by autumn leaves. The orange has faded, now, wilted, turned brown as the season has passed. Trees stretch their dark, naked arms towards the sky, praying for sunlight, for warmth, for life. But their prayers will go unheeded for months to come as snow and frost cover all in a thick, cold, soft blanket. The world stands at Winter's door.
Silent steps descend the stairs, the sound hidden by the mournful singing of the small river. Naked feet, red with cold, step on grey stone painted with frost. Dead, brown grass crunches and breaks as the person, dressed in robes of grey, kneels before the wailing statue by t Autumn Sorrowin Stories, One-shots etc.
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GeysirLocated a little north of a field full of steaming holes and boiling water, the geysir sits quietly after the last eruption, which threw many liters of boiling water almost 20 meters into the air. Now, after water has finished rushing down into the for a while seemingly bottomless hole, the geysir sits silent and still.
For a while all is quiet, and the water steams passively in the cold air. Deceptively immobile on the surface, the warmth in the ground heats the water, already nearly a hundred degrees celsuis hot, to even higher temperatures. The weight of the water on top of this superheated bubble keeps it liquid, at least for the time b Geysirin Stories, One-shots etc.
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Our Name is Sirius"Our name is Sirius."
The words echoed in the empty room. The two young women had spoken at the same time, two voices perfectly in tune with each other. The women themselves were almost mirror images. Soft, white skin, white hair, milky white irises, lips a very pale pink; they had no real colour. They had the same face, the same build and the same white clothes. The only difference between them was that one had bangs and the other didn't.
They moved in perfect sunchronisation, like mirror images of each others. Their faces were blank, but vague interest showed in their eyes.
"What, both of you?"
"Yes."
"Are you twins?"
"The word does n Our Name is Siriusin Stories, One-shots etc.
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