Eternal Lovers [writting prompt]Wind blowing on my face, a smile spread on my lips
In front of me, extending as far as eye can see
The tumultuous calm of the blue waves: the sea
Grinning foolishly, I pull her close by the hips.
Standing on top of the cliff, gazing the distance,
Breathing in deeply the breeze’s salty musk;
We could contemplate this beauty ‘till dusk:
Not a single soul around, no disturbance.
I turn my stare to her and drink her dark eyes
Black as liquid onyx, as a starless night
And I know that these will be my death, my blight
But, for them, it would be a jovial demise.
Yes, I wish to remain here for eternity,
Yet, dead in my arms, I can’t stay alone, that’s all
With a sad smile, we take a step and fall,
Spiralling down unto infinity.
Freedom's Longing [Writting prompt]The little girl stares intently upwards,
A sense of longing, a need for freedom
That nothing could capture; no mere words.
Tears leaking from her eyes, she whispers “Mum...”
The great structure loomed in front of her
Twin towers attached to it, white alabaster
And she dreams, oh the fire in her eyes!
Dreams of far away, far from her sighs.
She dreams of an escape, to be free
To where? Canals in Venice, sweet Italy?
To the world’s end in cold Norway?
Or the burning sands in Egypt, what can I say?
Trapped in the maze of her imagination
She blinks sleepily, a curious sensation
Of being watched; a whisper- in defiance
She responds: “Actually its rocket science.”
The voice becomes silent the girl is still
And they gaze towards the top of the hill
Where the machine longs to be free from its socket,
The great, the mighty space explorer: the rocket.
Rainy Day Tickling
The jacket wrapped around Sam kept her warm and dry in the terrible rainy weather that surrounded her. It seemed like the sky was throwing a temper tantrum, it was obviously pissed off about something, judging by the bright pink flashes of bolt lightning that looked like skeletal hands arcing downwards, reaching for the earth as if they missed the solidity of the surface. Thunder roared and shook the ground at Sam's feet and rain pounded down on her head and back, but she didn't get wet.
The jacket smelled nice, it was thick and warm, but very light and flexible, quality craftsmanship if Sam had ever seen it. She wished the jacket belonged to her, but sadly it was the property of someone else. They had been kind enough to lend it to her so that she wouldn't get wet. The only problem with that though...was that he walking right beside her...getting soaked.
Mona's Air Burst Berry
One day, it became a nice afternoon for Mona to start cooking for lunch.
She walked into the kitchen and began to prepare meals for lunch. But to make the food taste better, she decided to look for a special kind of berry to make the food taste wonderful.
"I need a special kind of berry," Mona said. "I think I can find one at a berry tree."
She went outside and strolled to the garden area. There were many berry trees growing and blossoming during the process of germination. She browsed around going through common berries until she found one she has not seen.
"What is this?" Mona said as she plucked the unique looking berry from the tree gently.
Mona inspected the berry and thought of it to be a rare kind of a berry. She put the berry into her basket and returned home. But before she could cook, she wanted to know what it tasted like out of curiosity.
Mona took out the berry from the basket and checked again.
"But what does this taste like?" Mona wondered.
She opened her mouth and took
Starfire Disguise Story
Starfire had just returned to Titans Tower.
“Hello, friends!” she called
“What a glorious and most joyous of days!”
But nobody was home. Starfire let out a sigh of relief.
She went up to her room and lied down on her bed. She pulled her long purple boots off.
She then reached behind her and *ziiiipp* she pulled what was a zipper on her back down and she took of her “skin.” revealing a male body underneath.
Then she stretched her face until it came completely off. It was a mask
Then “she” threw the mask with attached long red hair to the floor facing face up.
“Time to check in” said the Starfire’s true persona
He took out his own communicator and called Batman.
“How’s Dick doing?” asked Batman
“He’s doing fine. He’s proven to be a serious and well-trained leader.” Responded The Chameleon (who was a superhero of a completely different story)
You see, Starfire wasn’t real and
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