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In, out, in, out.
That's the way it works, he tells himself. Just breath in, and then breath out. Don't stop. Never stop. Just keep going. The boy keep s running, stumbling over protruding roots and small shrubs and pebbles. All around him the forest is silent, but he doesn't stop. He knows a silent forest is bad, but but is he being chased? Or is he the threat?
Who knows. It doesn't matter, he's got to keep going. Out of no where it reappears, flitting about in the golden green light of the descending sun being flitted through the forest canopy.
He reaches forward, fingers grasping, but it slips away, jerking sharply upwards as if to say "not for you, boy", and he almost falls. Almost, but not quite and so he keeps going, even though he's lost it.
"Shit," he swears, letting it come out of his dry mouth. It feels good, and so he allows another curse to leave his parched throat, followed by another and another until a whole chain of them has come out.
As he curses he fails to notice the things around him, like how the land starts sloping upwards and how the tree roots are being replaced by jutting shale and , black against the soft green of the woods. Suddenly, just as it reappears, just as he reaches out his grubby, dirt and blood crusted hand to finally, finally catch it his foot hooks unto a protrusion of rock, and he goes down.
Without warning the trees around him vanish and now he's rolling down a smooth prairie hill, bouncing off small bumps, the air being pummeled out of sore lungs, and he catches sight of the end of the hill as one particularly nefarious bump sends him heels of head. It's a cliff. A big one, ad frantically he tries to stop his momentum, to no avail. As he approaches the end of the hill he finds himself praying, eyes squeezed shut, and just as he feels himself go airborne he hits solid ground.
Dazed, he sits up and recognizes the now familiar sight of wood floors and a roaring fire and the pile of handkerchiefs next to a quilt covered bed.
"You," he tells the room's other occupant, who's giving him a disapproving stare from his position in a chair next to the fire, "have the most impeccable timing."
The blond snorts and stands, pulling him up and brushing him off. "What were you t doing?" H he demands, blue eyes a mixture of furious and confused. The other boy smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I was ah...trying to catch time."
Unscrubbed
In, out, in, out.
That's the way it workks, he tells himself. Just breath in, and then breath out. Don't stop. Never stop. Just keep going. The boy keep s running, stumbling over protuding roots and small shrubs and pebbles. All around him the forest is silent, but he deosn't stop. He knows a silent forest is bad, but but is he being chased? Or is he the threat?
Who knows. It doesn't matter, he's got to keep going. Oout of no where it reappears, fliting about in the golden green light of the descending sun being flitered through the forest canopy.
He reaches foreward, fingers grasping, but it slips away, jerking sharply upwards as if to say "not for you, boy", and he almost falls. Almost, but not quite and so he keeps going, even though he's lost it.
"Shit," he swears, letting it come out of his dry mouth. It feels good, and so he allows another curse to leave his parched throat, followed by another and anoter until a whole chain of them has come out.
As he curses he fails to notice the things aoround him, like how the land starts sloping upwards and how the tree roots are being replaced by jutting shale and , black against the soft green of the woods. Suddenly, just as it reappears, just as he reaches out his grubby, dirt and blood crusted hand to finally, funally catch it his foot hooks unto a protrusion of rock, and he goes down.
Without warning the trees around him vanish and now he's rolling down a smooth praire hill, bouncing off small bumps, the air being pummeled out of sore lungs, and he ctaches sight of the end of the hill as one particulaly nefarious bumpsends him heels of head. It's a cliff. A big one, ad frantically he tries to stop his momentum, to no avail. As he approaches the end of the hill he finds himself prayingeyes squeezed shut, and just as he feels himslf go airborn he hits solid ground.
Dazed, he sits up and recognizes the now familiar sight of wood floors and a roaring fire and the pile of hankerchiefs next to a quilt covered bed.
"You," he tells the room's other occupent, who's giving him a dissaproving stare from his position in a charir next to the fire, "have the most impecible timing."
The blond snorts and stands, pulling him up and brushing him off. "What were you t doing?" H he demands, blue eyes a mixture of furious and confused. The other boy smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I was ah...trying to ctach time."
In, out, in, out.
That's the way it works, he tells himself. Just breath in, and then breath out. Don't stop. Never stop. Just keep going. The boy keep s running, stumbling over protruding roots and small shrubs and pebbles. All around him the forest is silent, but he doesn't stop. He knows a silent forest is bad, but but is he being chased? Or is he the threat?
Who knows. It doesn't matter, he's got to keep going. Out of no where it reappears, flitting about in the golden green light of the descending sun being flitted through the forest canopy.
He reaches forward, fingers grasping, but it slips away, jerking sharply upwards as if to say "not for you, boy", and he almost falls. Almost, but not quite and so he keeps going, even though he's lost it.
"Shit," he swears, letting it come out of his dry mouth. It feels good, and so he allows another curse to leave his parched throat, followed by another and another until a whole chain of them has come out.
As he curses he fails to notice the things around him, like how the land starts sloping upwards and how the tree roots are being replaced by jutting shale and , black against the soft green of the woods. Suddenly, just as it reappears, just as he reaches out his grubby, dirt and blood crusted hand to finally, finally catch it his foot hooks unto a protrusion of rock, and he goes down.
Without warning the trees around him vanish and now he's rolling down a smooth prairie hill, bouncing off small bumps, the air being pummeled out of sore lungs, and he catches sight of the end of the hill as one particularly nefarious bump sends him heels of head. It's a cliff. A big one, ad frantically he tries to stop his momentum, to no avail. As he approaches the end of the hill he finds himself praying, eyes squeezed shut, and just as he feels himself go airborne he hits solid ground.
Dazed, he sits up and recognizes the now familiar sight of wood floors and a roaring fire and the pile of handkerchiefs next to a quilt covered bed.
"You," he tells the room's other occupant, who's giving him a disapproving stare from his position in a chair next to the fire, "have the most impeccable timing."
The blond snorts and stands, pulling him up and brushing him off. "What were you t doing?" H he demands, blue eyes a mixture of furious and confused. The other boy smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I was ah...trying to catch time."
Unscrubbed
In, out, in, out.
That's the way it workks, he tells himself. Just breath in, and then breath out. Don't stop. Never stop. Just keep going. The boy keep s running, stumbling over protuding roots and small shrubs and pebbles. All around him the forest is silent, but he deosn't stop. He knows a silent forest is bad, but but is he being chased? Or is he the threat?
Who knows. It doesn't matter, he's got to keep going. Oout of no where it reappears, fliting about in the golden green light of the descending sun being flitered through the forest canopy.
He reaches foreward, fingers grasping, but it slips away, jerking sharply upwards as if to say "not for you, boy", and he almost falls. Almost, but not quite and so he keeps going, even though he's lost it.
"Shit," he swears, letting it come out of his dry mouth. It feels good, and so he allows another curse to leave his parched throat, followed by another and anoter until a whole chain of them has come out.
As he curses he fails to notice the things aoround him, like how the land starts sloping upwards and how the tree roots are being replaced by jutting shale and , black against the soft green of the woods. Suddenly, just as it reappears, just as he reaches out his grubby, dirt and blood crusted hand to finally, funally catch it his foot hooks unto a protrusion of rock, and he goes down.
Without warning the trees around him vanish and now he's rolling down a smooth praire hill, bouncing off small bumps, the air being pummeled out of sore lungs, and he ctaches sight of the end of the hill as one particulaly nefarious bumpsends him heels of head. It's a cliff. A big one, ad frantically he tries to stop his momentum, to no avail. As he approaches the end of the hill he finds himself prayingeyes squeezed shut, and just as he feels himslf go airborn he hits solid ground.
Dazed, he sits up and recognizes the now familiar sight of wood floors and a roaring fire and the pile of hankerchiefs next to a quilt covered bed.
"You," he tells the room's other occupent, who's giving him a dissaproving stare from his position in a charir next to the fire, "have the most impecible timing."
The blond snorts and stands, pulling him up and brushing him off. "What were you t doing?" H he demands, blue eyes a mixture of furious and confused. The other boy smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I was ah...trying to ctach time."
Literature
back again
hello everybody, its been a long time
im back with some of my awesome rhymes
but heres an update, so lets be clear
i coming strong for this new year
you see my story with the amazing cast,
twilight, sonic, and mario last
ending because of my dislike
so naruto is taking a hike
so im starting it over with a new hero instead
and this hero, the almighty triforce, he's embed
so it is link, the hero of time
but i know what your asking,"but what about the rhymes?"
yeah the rap battles are so run to do
but i need a little help from you
you decide and two characters, that shall battle for fame
you guys i can say i love as friends, i say without shame
Literature
Relive
and you and i relive our joy every night without much thought about why we do it we share the details of our secret loves with one another rekindling the fire that sparked it all the glimmers the sparkle the glamour of that first interest leaves you and i hungry and i believe you and i are growing closer by these addictions and vices we feed at 3:15 am this dream exchange is going to crash one day because the money we stake on this dream talk is quite a big gamble and we, the poor and sensitive, are running out of free passes yes one day either we will consume our dreams or they will consume us.
Literature
find your way back
For Danna. Sorry.
The kitchen was a mess. Bowls were strewn over the countertops, dirty dishes everywhere. Salad ingredients lay wilting on the table and a pot of soup was decomposing on the stove. Michelle and Yael were cooking. Their mother would have told them to clean up as they went, not to make such a big mess. But they didn’t have to worry about that right now.
“Okay, yeah, so just mix that-“
“Got it”
“And…now add four tablespoons lemon juice.”
“Four ta-like, are you positive? That’s a lot of lemon juice.“
“Oh no, no, okay wait, I lied, teaspoons”
Laughter
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Another piece for , July's theme being 'time'. Much like the last time this is only very light scrubbed, so if you see a mistake feel free to point it out, or not.
This one, unlike the previous, has some sort of explanation. It's actually a scene taking place in a 'verse I've been toying with. So far it's called 'Door' and it's still new enough I haven't named the two central characters (boy one and two) yet nor do I have too much to say.
At any rate, this piece wasn't at all planned, as per the rules, but as I wrote I realized it would fit in this world, so there we go.
This one, unlike the previous, has some sort of explanation. It's actually a scene taking place in a 'verse I've been toying with. So far it's called 'Door' and it's still new enough I haven't named the two central characters (boy one and two) yet nor do I have too much to say.
At any rate, this piece wasn't at all planned, as per the rules, but as I wrote I realized it would fit in this world, so there we go.
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This is interesting. I'm curious about the world it's set in now.