Boston Summer, Chapter 1 by nightshade-keyblade, literature
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Boston Summer, Chapter 1
A low pitched chime broke the silence of the room where Leo Solaris lay sleeping. As the sound amplified, he extricated himself from his covers and paced over to the window where he left his alarm clock. For once, the sun was shining brightly in his eyes as he pushed the grey button on the clock. He yawned and shook his head softly, resisting the urge to nestle back into the covers where his sweet fantasies still held him in a stupor. He’d have plenty of time to lie in bed and dream the summer holidays away. Provided he could catch the train and make it to the airport on time.
“Oh, well. Heathrow is lovely this time of year,̶
Through Our Eyes by nightshade-keyblade, literature
Literature
Through Our Eyes
In the stillness of the sitting room interrupted only by the hiss of flames emanating from the fireplace, a young man sat close beside his guest, a woman of his age. Little by little, her round face was imprinted into his vision by the afterglow of the fire illuminating her features. Her closed smile beckoned him and he returned her smile, enjoying the shine in her blue-hazel eyes as he held her gaze. Spotting a stray lock of her light golden-brown hair, he tentatively drew his finger along the strand to brush it from her face. The woman didn’t flinch even as his fingertips ambled along the curve of her flushed cheek. His smile gr
My head alights upon your shoulder
As you enfold me in your arms.
An exhausted bird has regained his perch
Bringing his aimless flight to an end.
Sweet nightingale, your soothing tune
Echoes through my heart's mountain.
Matched only by your heart-song
In the valley of your breast.
My hands and eyes are caravans
That amble along your form.
And my cartographer mind charts your geography
A Silk Road I would tread a thousand times.
Hozan (La Tristesse) by nightshade-keyblade, literature
Literature
Hozan (La Tristesse)
Au nom de toi, Ô brume tout-enveloppant,
Dans la présence duquel une nuance de regret déverse son accord éphémère, comme si on espérait se réveiller a une vocation connu que dans l’esprit. Ce contraste émotionnel qui est ressenti-et dés un clignement des yeux soudain, sans un moment donné pour le comprendre-est en soi une rêverie mourant d’envie d’être entendu…bien sûr, avec prudence exercé assidument. Il est difficile d’estimer son âme à l’abri de la mélancolie-à moins qu’on soit un fantôme, ce qui es
OC Character Profile-Rebecca Simmons by nightshade-keyblade, literature
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OC Character Profile-Rebecca Simmons
OC Character Profile
Name: Rebecca Leigh Simmons
Age: 17 years
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: United States, mixed Irish-English ancestry
Born: Germany
Lives: United States (formerly South Africa, Turkey, Croatia, and the Philippines)
Height: 5 feet 4 inches, 164.6 centimetres
Build: Inverted triangle general shape with hips slightly wider than waist
Clothing Style: Casual
Unusual Features: None
Hair Colour/Style: Medium Brown
Eye Colour: Brown
Eye Shape: Deep set, evenly spaced
Nose: Medium sized, Roman nose with straight bridge
Facial shape: Oval with smooth chin, prominent cheekbones
Lips: Thin on top, full on bottom
Skin Tone: Medium,