50 Shades of SunlightSunlight.50 Shades of Sunlight by ~Withoutwingsx
With a wry smile and an almost indistinguishable tilt of the head, he slowly leaned back onto the warm blanket. With a sigh, his head rested against the ground, the feeling of nothing hidden beneath the cloth.
He looked up at the white sky above him, invisible but for the clear and almost translucent nothingness that continued on and on, no end even discernible from the stark snow color.
Small and slender arms folded behind a small, petite head, the also colorless locks of cream colored hair spilling across the pale white skin and blending with the background of fleece.
There he was. A speck in the universe of pure nothingness. The color white continued on and on and on, never stopping and never starting. His world was like a box made out of flimsy paper, everywhere he turned he was just a speck of white floating on a square of nothing in the middle of that stark reality he created.
There were no other life forms here, besides the whispers of long lost friends he was sure som
A Banshee in BlackA Banshee in Black by ~Withoutwingsx
Lenalee Lee, still wearing her crimson plaid rain-coat boots (which did nothing to compliment the navy and forest-green pants that were her current attire) steadied her wits about her as the two men approached. The shorter one tipped his burgundy hat at the frowning lass, and with a wry smile on his lips, shook her trembling and delicate hand.
"Lenalee Lee, I presume." He said, his soft, yet deeply accented voice ironically pleasing to her ears and though intended to sooth, had quite the opposite effect. His words did nothing to calm her suspicions , the worries and fears once again stirring in the pit of her petite stomach.
"Yes, I am she." Lenalee stated in a slightly wobbly voice, wringing her mitten clad hands together as she stared at the worn cobblestone ground beneath her. "And, you are Mr. Kanda?" She asked, once again making eye contact with the smiling fellow, light hair peeking out from beneath his cap. A chuckle escaped from the pale lips, and the grin widened a con
Dear KandaDear Kanda,Dear Kanda by ~Withoutwingsx
I have waited here a long time. Ever since you left to go and fight, to "protect me" as you put it, I still glance out the fog filled window.
The other people in this town pity me. They say, "That boy whose lover is out fighting." They pat me on the back, leave me meals and gifts, but it doesn't help. Are you coming home soon? I miss you more than you could know.
Every time the train pulls in the rush out of the house and run as fast as my legs can take me. I ask god, is he back? Is the one I love back in one of those black crossed coffins? But I know as soon as the see the crowd that you aren't there.
Because if I know you like I think I do, I know you will never stop fighting. So come home soon,
PS- I love you. So much.
I swear, you write me one more sappy letter I am going to go jack shit on you.
The man I am sharing a bunk with found the letter, and decided to read it aloud to all my comrades.
"Oh look!" They cawed, "Our strong commander secretly has
But That's OK, I Can Live With That. :YULLEN:But that's ok, I can live with that
When I first came to this school, I was an A+ student, I won the favour of my many teachers with my grades as I enjoyed the feeling of being away from the hell of Primary school I was ready to become an adult.
That was the first half of my eight year of school, seventh grade.
As my year drifted through my grades began to collapse as I fell into another silent depression, my struggle to keep my emotions in check began to be expressed through small images. At first, the childish drawings of men and women were out of venting, and apart from an event towards the end of my seventh year that had counsellors chasing me around and the principle sympathising for me (which was really annoying, in fact), my Seventh year ended on average marks, and I was removed from the highest class.
But that was ok, I could live with that.
My ninth year of school, eighth grade, started with the meeting of a strange boy he bore long silky