《THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD》xxvi - masterpiece
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[ before // 2 years ago ]
pov / the girl
sunshine creeps through
the window panes, creating
sharp shadows over our
desks
i watch gold flecks sparkle
in your eyes as sunbeams
cross over your face, like
sparkling dots of light over
a spring colored river
and i even tried to draw
the angles of your face a
few times, though you are
so original that the best
of artists couldn't have
captured your beauty
i had always thought you
were a masterpiece
a pity it was that someone
as beautiful as you would
never notice me, a mere
slash of paint on a nearby
painting
pov / the boy
I watch as you move your
wrist in circles, as midnight
blue and rose red scribbles
run over the blue page, the
same shade as a washed
out tablecloth as you
sketch out small doodles
out of the blue, a balloon
of broken heartstrings and
a cat sleeping on sunkissed
bricks of an ivylined porch,
drawing out the faint horizon
of a face, and i wonder with
a slight twinge of envy at
who was in your mind at
that moment for you to draw
you don't know that i've
watched you this whole
week due to the assigned
seating and darling, you
don't know how much i
wanted to know your name
this whole time
but all i did was pretend
you never existed
-☽-
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I post at least once a week. I cannot promise you a story you enjoy reading, but I can promise you a story I enjoy writing. Thank you. ------------------------------------------ The sword is greater than a simple weapon; an answer to life's questions. An extension of thine master's hand, guided by wrist. Care it not whether guilty or innocent blood shed, for be it a mere edge, a weapon. For blade that forgets or refuses to cut be shameful, meaningless, disgraceful. Nay, be it considered a tool at all? What dost the weapon do when the steel hath no guide, that the master hath mingled far? Doth it Stay? Perhaps quiver at possibility, the loss of reason for existence? Or does it go forth into the unknown, guided by merely the wind and the edge? A wandering sword, a phantom blade- A lone Samurai. ------------------------ Credit to Nicklas Gustaffson for the image. Also, this is old, but this was a [Participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]
8 186I can summon my past lives
What would you do if you were the only cultivator on the planet? What would you do if you could summon the soul bodies of your previous lives and leech off of their experiences? For the first time in my boring life, I finally saw the light. I was given the mission to become the strongest by any means necessary. Lucky for me, my past lives were quite badass in their respective universes during their prime until their untimely deaths...well most of them, I think. Their experiences remolded the current me to become their best version. I learned something: As powerful as they were, they still died for one reason or another until it was ultimately my time to live. In this life, I vow to learn from their mistakes and live forever. Besides, there must be a reason this {Requiem System} I got was given to me in this life. I am scared I am the last life to be reincarnated. If I die, there won’t be another do over. And why would I die if my reincarnations are also invested in this life as I am? They came with their powers intact...just that they lack a physical body which I am happy to share. With beings that strong at my beck and call, I think the bar that I must surpass had been raised a little bit too high. I am called Damon Kaze and I welcome you to this journey of my last reincarnation of mine. I can’t guarantee it’ll be your cup of tea, but hey, sometimes you never get what you wish for. You just have to live with it and hope for the best.
8 87From the Dark, Comes Life
All I ever wanted was what normal people wanted. A simple life, money to supply my and her needs, and children to watch grow old with us. However, life has this way of making a joke out of your dreams, your desires, and honestly, your personal opinion. It was at the height of my career that my life went from all wins to back to back losses. At first, I was optimistic. I felt that I could overcome this. This wasn't something that could keep her down. She was stronger than this. We were stronger than some disease. At some point, it even look like she was going to make a strong recover. We already bought tickets and were planning our next step in life. Talking about kids, that blue house and white picket fence. Ho... Instead, I stood in front of a freshly dug grave. I stared at the casket that was being lowered into the muddy ground. I did not say my last goodbyes. How could I when everything she was, she had become, she was going to be was in my face like a fresh slap. Our house, my work office, the blackness behind my eyelids. It was a fresh reminder.. Then, I got this fresh start.. This crazy bish summoned me.. Summoned me from a world where I had went down the wrong path. To a world where there was no right and wrong for me. There was no peers I had to look into the eye and see pity. There was no more of walking to her grave and telling her what I had become after she was gone. It was simply just us in my heart. The way she look when she at her worse, the strong vigor she held in her soul. Comforting me while I was attempting to comfort her... Ha, this new world.. I wondered.. is this not a fresh start? Should I care about what will or wouldn't happen? As long as I can recreate what I lost? Should I care about what I shall become? Let's find out how far I can fall in the pursuit of what I desire...
8 231The world's strongest level one
In a world where strength is decided mostly by level, in the adventurer's guild, one of the twelve A-ranked adventurers is merely level one.
8 188Magical Girl Selector
After waking up in a strange room with no memory, Lexar is offered a contract that grants him the power to explore the world of infinity. In exchange, he has to find those with potential to save one world from its impending apocalypse.
8 107JOURNEY
I want a father who scolds me when I did wrong. I want a mother who loves me unconditionally I want a brother or sister who plays with me. If there is another life, I just want a family. See, the journey of a boy who challenges god to seek what he wants. A tale you never heard off. A tale with joy and sadness of life.
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