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[floyuki702]

Under the Night Sky Preview

This night sky was filled with thousands upon thousands of stars. With my trained eye, it seemed as if the constellations were winking down at me. 

The brass telescope was aimed towards the moon, but I was not in the mood to use it.

Where are they? They were supposed to be here two hours ago.

I was out in the middle of the park next to our school. The astronomy club was supposed to be charting the moon and its surrounding stars. Instead, I was lying on the grass, waiting for everyone to show up. More thoughts began to swirl through my mind.

Did they forget? Did I get the date wrong again? Don’t tell me it was yesterday?!

At that thought, I shot up into a sitting position. Quickly, I pulled out my phone and typed out a message to the club president.

[floyuki702]

I know I haven't been active as often as I would like. However, I would still like to pay my respects to Kim Jonghyun here on Tumblr. After having posted on Instagram and Twitter, I chose to take part in 12 hours of silence on my Amino accounts. As a result, I forgot to pay my respects to this amazing, kind, respectful, talented, and beautiful soul here. SHINee is my UB and Jonghyun was the one who was always able to pull a laugh out of me and bring joy with his music. He always held a special place in my heart. I can only pray he has achieved peace and that all fans can stay banded together through this heartbreaking time. I pray his family, friends, and colleagues can find comfort in each other and with us Shawols supporting them. Let's never forget Bling Bling. Never forget our Dino. Celebrate his life. Celebrate his music. Celebrate his love for performing. Celebrate him. If you need someone to find comfort in, talk to those who are going through this with you. Listen to his beautiful words intertwined with the melodies and harmonies. If you feel that's not enough, message me. Although we have never spoken, speaking to a Shawol is more than enough comfort for all of us. Goodbye Kim Jonghyun. You will forever be loved and missed.💙💚

[floyuki702]

The Writing Games: Final Task

Include

Words: Mugger, Notes, Bird, Beast, Post, Owl

The phrase: “Be a veterinarian for dragons they said. It’ll be fun they said.”

One Metaphor: Time is a thief

One Idiom: See eye to eye

One Simile: As mad as a hatter

"Oh yeah. This is just fantastic. 'Be a veterinarian for dragons' they said. 'It'll be fun' they said."

Aoi continued to mutter under her breath as she tossed down her notes on the last round of checkups for the day. Sitting down heavily on her office chair, she closed her dark blue eyes and ran a hand through her short magenta colored hair.

The day had started off horribly due to the fact that she had to beat away a mugger right when she turned onto the street her job was located.

The guy was dressed in full black attire with a ski mask on in 87 degree weather in full daylight. After the initial shock of a stranger having the audacity to try to steal her purse in the morning , Aoi grabbed the back of their head and bent them over her knee.

As they collapsed in pain, she stepped over them and walked up to the dragon hospital she worked at, unlocking the door with a simple wave of her hand and the special incantation she created whispered under her breath. An incantation only herself and the other worker - Ryuu - were allowed to know.

This wonderful event then lead to a tiring hour of chasing the owl that brought in the morning post. One would think that the wise bird would be used to the large scaly beasts that were always around when it dropped by. Alas, that never seemed to be the case.

The afternoon was more tame which might seem unusual to those who were not used to working with dragons day in and day out. It only takes a few minutes to realize that all dragons would be more than willing to burn you alive if you try to prick it with a large needle to administer its shots. Multiply that by 30 and you could imagine the tactics that had to be thought up to avoid getting injured while trying to treat something that actually is.

The only advantage of the job was that there was a Disillusionment Charm placed over the small one-story building. So, although it seemed small, the rooms were actually large enough to create miles upon miles of the natural habitat for the scaly patients. An extra bonus was that all the roaring was distorted to the sound of dogs barking, so there were never any real noise complaints.

As she went to rest her head on her desk, she let her eyelids slide down and fell into a quick and dreamless nap; only to be awoken by a loud yell that rang through the air. Bolting back up into a sitting position, Aoi strained her ears to hear if was Ryuu shouting for help. When the only sound she heard was her breathing for several more minutes, she shook her head and laid her head back down, only to shoot up into a standing position.

The only sound she heard was her breathing..... No! What happened to the constant roars of the dragons?

Rushing to the nearest room, she threw open the door and confirmed her worst fear. The waters that normally inhabited the pregnant Chinese Horned Dragons was completely empty.

Rushing to the back of the building, she checked each of the other rooms that housed the Austrian Lindwurm that came in with a damaged tail and the Maori Marakihau with a broken wing - both missing. Throwing the back door open, she let out a long low whistle and closed her eyes.

Silently, she began to pull at each enchantment that normally surrounded the building, trying to find which one had become undone. After pulling and testing the various security spells, she found out that a new concealment one was added.

Cursing under her breath, Aoi tried to do a Reverse Spell, but instead a familiar tug on her right wrist signified that she had just been pulled into the concealed magic field.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and was met with a scene that filled her with fury. The missing dragons were chained and put into large titanium cages, muzzled with lash marks on their underbellies. The cages were surrounded by a large group of masked figures that would lash out whips dipped in what looked to be purple acid.

Without a second thought, she swirled her right hand into the shape of a funnel, calling forth a twister; while, with her left, she called forth a blade of lightning. Aiming the bottom of the twister in the direction of the closest smuggler, Aoi whipped her hand upward and slammed it down. The action translated and the swirling wind funnel landed on about five of them before it was blown apart by a rush of icy wind.

Smirking slightly, Aoi charged her left and pointed it in the direction of one of the locks and fired. Right before it could hit, it was intercepted by a stream of fire. Whipping her head to look in the direction it came from, she saw the tousled brown locks of her coworker Ryuu - coworker that was currently riding on the back of one of their patients.

"Ryuu, you must be as mad as a hatter! What are you doing?!"

With a laugh that carried through the wind, Ryuu tugged on the harness of the lapis dragon he was riding and persuaded it to go into another steep dive. Just before they could smash the group of attackers into the ground, Ryuu pulled up on the rains and the dragon shot a stream of acid into their ranks, causing them to scream in terror as it burned through their armor.

His green eyes dancing with humor, he then shot a bolt of lightning at them from the palm of his hand, ending their suffering their screams.

"We may never see eye to eye on some issues Ryuu, but even I will put aside our differences; I have to say, that was officially the best and coolest thing you have ever done. Thank you!"

Just as she was to create another charged attack, aiming to break the locks, a sinister voice spoke in her head, causing Aoi to falter her steps and freeze. It was as if the person that broke into her mind was speaking through a mouthful of nails.

"Ah. Time is a thief, my love. It's time to claim my prize and to depart."

With that, a sharp pain ripped through her head and the world turned black.

[floyuki702]

The Writing Games: Task 5

For the Writing Games Task 5. The remaining four contestants were partnered up. My partner ended up being the fantasy writer Malachi.

The words that were to be included into the story were: potion, daily, parchment, mail, and book. We were also instructed to include one metaphor. After some careful research, we decided on using the following metaphor: ‘storm of swords’. As for the story, we were able to expand on of his amazing ideas.

Here is the link to read the entry on Writer’s Club Amino since Malachi ended up being the one to post it: Task 5.

[floyuki702]

The Writing Games: Task 4

Theme: A New Start

Words to include: Beginning, End, Chapter, Closing, Hope

Setting: Takes place sometime before 1930

This entry will be set be set in 1888 during the time Jack the Ripper was at large. 

Run. Run away. Get as far as possible. If he catches you, it's all over.

With each step I took my limbs began to tire. The air that filled my lungs only came out in short breaths and I tried to urge myself to go faster. 

At first, it seemed like a great idea to move to London; start a new chapter in my life whilst closing the old, dark chapter that was Venice. If only I knew that Venice was just the beginning to something that was far more sinister.

Left. Left. Right. Straight. Right. Left.

As I continued to evade whoever was chasing me, I tried to distract myself from the horrendous images that were being presented in the paper. All of the victims were my age and were torn apart by a man that went by the name of Jack the Ripper. A man I was certain I knew from my kidnapping in the watery city.

Just as I was about turn another corner into a back alley, a dark figure appeared in my path. It was as if he was able to materialize out of thin air. His face was completely covered by shadow, but I was able to make out his medium build with the help of the street lamp. I was also able to notice that his left hand was hidden within his pants pocket. 

Turning to go back the way I came, I found myself facing a wall instead of the familiar cobblestone path I was just running on. 

My only options left: get killed or fight my way out.

Being a wealthy female in the 19th century did not exactly mean that I was learned in the arts of self defense. My mother and father, eccentric as they may be, never found a need to enroll their children into those lessons; instead, opting to send a bodyguard to accompany us while we were out.

Seeing as how I was to fend for myself at the moment and how I was already at a huge disadvantage due to the Victorian cage dress I was wearing, I could only pray I could gain the upper hand.

Just as I was about to consider kicking him with my heel or throwing it at him, he spoke.

"Hello? I seem to have lost my way. Do you think you can help me?"

Strange. I never expected his voice to sound so…..normal and.....lost. Is that how he was able to attack those women?

Not wanting to be his next victim, I decided to play the innocent game and slowly crept forward, making sure to keep my guard up.

"Hello? Miss? Can you help me?"

Again with the calm voice. What is he playing at?

Still creeping forward, I chose my words wisely while addressing him. 

"Actually kind sir, I was wondering if you could help me. You see, I, too, seem to have lost my way. Do you perhaps know the way back to the square?"

The only answer that I got to my question was a single nod.

It was almost as if I could sense the change in his attitude. The only indication of movement that I saw was his hand seemed to slightly tense up in his pocket.

Without tipping him off that I saw, I breathed out a sigh of relief, smiled and started to approach him at a fast pace.

"Thank you so much," I said through my smile, now only four feet away from where he stood. "I was worried I would be stuck here all night. Please lead the way."

As soon as that sentence left my mouth, he pulled his left hand out of his pocket and I saw that he was holding a scalpel.

With only a small second to act, I charged him. The move seemed to throw him off and I was able to push past him while aiming to grab the small weapon. Of course, it was only momentary. Once he saw what I was doing, he threw his hand behind his back and pushed me up against the wall, still keeping his face masked in darkness.

Before I could shake him off, he attempted to knee me in my stomach. Not wanting to go down without a fight, I kicked out my right foot and made contact with his left shin.

The pain that must have shot up his leg caused his grip to slacken just enough for me to push him off and make another attempt for the scalpel. 

Right as my fingers brushed the blade, I made eye contact with him and time seemed to freeze. My blood started to run cold and he began to laugh a laugh that made one question his sanity.

No. Please don't let this be him. Not the one who almost killed me. Not the one who made me feel the fingers of death on my skin.

Instead of fully grasping the blade, I let my fingers slip and tackled him around the middle.

The weight of the metal in my skirt was enough to help me push him off balance and we were soon falling to the floor.

-nt. -ake up Ms. Be-. Wake up.

"Wake up Ms. Bennet!"

Before I could pin the man I was stuck in a fight with, I was woken up by the voice of my handmaid. At that, the dream could only come to an end and I was once again plunged into the real world where I had no idea of who that person was or why I was dreaming about them.

"I apologize for being so rash Ms. Bennett, but I have been instructed by your mother to wake you."

Groaning, I peeled my eyes open and was met with the sight of my handmaid standing next to the open curtains. The sun had not yet risen, so the sky was just starting to transition from the deep blue of night to the light blue of day.

"It is quite alright Elizabeth. I just hope you can help me out of this bed and prepare for the day."

Shaking my head as if I was able to clear if of the after image, I got ready to face a new day of possibilities and the hope that I would never have to face the unknown man who lay behind the name Jack the Ripper.

[floyuki702]

The Writing Games: Task 3

Theme: Dreams

Words to use: Dream, Promise, Freedom, Hope, Idea, Wish

Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk.

The arrows that flew through the air hit the bullseye of the intended target. In every direction, members of the clan were practicing their aim. Although they were all extremely gifted with the bow, practice was still necessary. If a single archer was unable to hit the middle five hundred times a day, they were sentenced to five hours of additional practice and two hours of cleaning the facilities as punishment. 

Since the session started at three am, seven hours have passed and only one member was able to finish perfectly; not a single arrow missed.

She now sat against the practice room wall, her golden eyes scanning the room, watching the progress of her fellow assassins. Her once long, black hair was now dyed a dark auburn and cut into a short bop - the front longer than the back.

It’s been five years since the day Momo had to witness the death of her sister and their best friend. To this day, she still remembers the fight that ended their lives. Every night, the same dream would play behind her eyelids. The dream of how the last of her family was taken away by the hands of a friend-turned-traitor.

Since that fateful day, Momo worked towards accomplishing her one wish. Her wish to take down the one who killed her parents and turned a childhood friend into Yuki’s murderer.

Closing her eyes to the practice scene in front of her, Momo let her mind take her back to the day she joined her new ‘family’.

~~~ 

The day after her sister’s death, she received a letter that only consisted of a single rose carved from jade that was centered in the middle of the parchment.

When she saw what it was, she asked her current employer. The only thing she was told: “Travel east until you see the tree with leaves that were carved from jade. When you are approached by a figure in gray, follow them and they will lead you to the clan. As of now, we are no longer in need of your services. I hope you find the one you are looking for.”

Curious of how they knew what to say, Momo persistently asked. In response, they gave her a simple crimson bound book, money and food for the travel, a chestnut colored horse, and the travel bag that held her limited possessions.

With each town she passed through on her journey, she would question the locals about the rose, but every she asked would simply shrug their shoulders and try to offer her deals on what they were selling. It was during the journey that she was able to feel a small sense of freedom that was stripped away from her at a young age; and whilst she enjoyed being able to walk around and try exotic food, she knew that she would never be truly free again. 

As a result, she ended up leaving each town after a single night just to avoid the temptation of that false sense of freedom. Most of her time traveling was spent riding her stead, only stopping when she knew the distance was too much and rest was necessary.

It was not until the end that Momo had to travel on foot. After traveling for six months by horseback, she pulled on the reins and brought her ride to a stop for they had reached a path that was too narrow for the horse. After jumping down, she unclipped the harness, thanked the animal for making the journey with her and let it run back the way they came.

Once it was out of sight, she turned and continued forth on a path that did not grant much space for long periods of rest; instead, it provided a fall into a dark and seemingly bottomless cavern on either side.

After a long and grueling month of balancing precariously on a narrow strip of land, Momo arrived at the tree and waited for a single figure that was supposed to be covered in gray.

~~~

“Attention!  Yu Mei has arrived.”

Within an instant, all bows were lowered and every assassin stood at attention; that is everyone , but one. Momo simply opened her eyes slowly and stared at the entrance. Just before the doors opened, she was struck with an idea. 

—

As the large wooden doors opened, the leader of the group entered the room. Her red hood drawn over her face and  dressed in a simple black outfit, Yu Mei still exuded the air of a respected and feared leader. She was the type who did not have to show off her rank. Just her presence alone was enough to bring order back into a room - filled with chaos or not .

Pushing her hood back, she let her dark brown curls fall forward and frame her exotic features. Her eyes were the color of rose quartz and had a slight slant.

As Yu Mei scanned the practice hall, her pink eyes, sharp as an eagle, saw how only Momo did not bother to stand at attention. Scoffing under her breath at the blatant disregard for the rules, she addressed the only person who was able to pass the initiation exam without a single scratch.

“Momo, stand.”

Seeing a small flicker of surprise pass the young woman’s face, Momo slowly stood up and faced her with an undecipherable look. An almost imperceptible move had Yu Mei realize that Momo was already prepared to fight.

Letting a smirk grace her features, Yu Mei grabbed the nearest bow  and began to shoot a volley of arrows at Momo.

Within the blink of an eye, Momo drew her rapier and began cutting down arrows. When the last was cut cleanly in half, she pulled a dagger out of her left sleeve and threw it at Yu Mei.

Just as it was about to make contact, the blade was parried to the side by Yu Mei’s own blade which she had just unsheathed.

At the same moment, both women ran and engaged in a series of aggressive attacks that would have killed anybody else, but only caused the two to laugh inside at the other’s efforts. Just as a blade was about to pierce skin, it was blocked and forced back, allowing a small opening for an attack 

It was one of these small openings that allowed Momo to act on the idea that she had earlier. 

The moment Yu Mei blocked her last attack to the neck, Momo let the blade fall from her hand and drew out two more daggers. Catching the incoming blade between the two, she twisted her hands up and swept Yu Mei’s legs. As the leader fell, she let go of her blade, allowing Momo to toss it aside with the daggers. Placing her knees on the woman’s abdomen and chest, she pulled a short blade that was hidden on her lower back and placed it against Yu Mei’s throat.

Instead of a look of surprise, Yu Mei’s eyes conveyed a message of respect for the move that was just executed. It was that look that prompted Momo to stand and help her up.

Brushing herself off, Yu Mei addressed the only one that has ever disarmed her - during practice or on a mission.

“I am impressed. I thought I had you for a second there. Just promise to save that one for the upcoming mission against her.”

Since she was in the middle of picking up the discarded weapons, Momo paused and let the last statement sink in.

It was finally time.

[floyuki702]

The Writing Games: Task 2

Theme: Astronomy/Space

Words to use: Stars, Galaxy, At least one constellation, Meteor shower

The stars were not the only things shining that night. In fact, if one were to look up at the sky, they would most likely assume that a spontaneous meteor shower was occurring. 

However, if a trained eye assisted by a telescope and studied the awe-inspiring lights, it might have seen that it was actually a peculiar collection of purple, green, and blue flashes. At the center of it all: a fight for total control of the galaxy.

---

The sounds of war filled the air from the speakers that lined the ceiling of the spaceship I was assigned to. Just fifteen minutes prior, the first enemy ship collided with our vessel and we were boarded within minutes. Before chaos erupted, the captain gave his orders over the intercom.

"This is a message for all unarmed passengers. We are currently in lockdown. Proceed to the nearest room and lock the door. The automatic advanced security measures will be activated once the door is locked. All armed passengers prepare for and engage formation One. The enemy has already declared war and has attacked the mother vessel located within the Leo constellation. While our lasers can take out many of the oncoming ships, we could not get them all. If I do not survive, remember: One species will rule and it will be the human race. We will not go down!"

Every single ally I came across on the way to the site was armed with something that was within reach. Some had knives, others steel pipes. There was only a few like me that were carrying the guns issued on the first day on board. Seeing how the ones with knives and pipes were in their sleepwear, I could only assume they were fellow soldiers that were suppose d to be taking the next shift after a few hours rest.

When we turned the corner and saw the mayhem, everything became a whirlwind of events. Those who were not sufficiently armed pulled the injured out of arm's way as I began to fire at each alien that came through. Most bullets seemed to glance off their bare skin, but I was still able to take down a handful with a careful aim.

Not long after the first explosion, a second crash sent me barreling straight into the one standing in front of me. If these aliens were human sized that would have been okay because I would have knocked this one out cold.

Instead, they were 7 feet tall, seemed to weigh 250 pounds, had seven arm and four legs, and their blue-black skin was unnaturally stretched over a strange arrangement of bones. It seemed as if all the bones in their body were reversed from their usual positions.

As a result, I ended up feeling like I hit a brick wall and slipped to the floor. 

Feeling dizzy, I tried to reach for my gun that fell from my grip and ended up grabbing the enemy's phaser. Just looking at the buttons with strange runes was enough to give me a giant headache. 

While I was trying to figure it out, the intercom kicked on once more and we were greeted with the sounds of fighting from the command room. When a strange war cry rang out, the one that I knocked into raised three arms and gave a sound that I could only describe as joyous. 

Taking a stab that meant my captain had gone down, I saw red and attacked by jabbing the one if from of me with the barrel of the phaser I was now in possession of. With a single tap of my pointer finger on the button that would have normally been a trigger on a human gun, I ended up blasting my opponent into pieces.

Standing up, I shook off the dizziness and started shooting at all of its allies, getting prepared to turn the tide.

Once they were all down, I shouted to my comrades and we got prepared for a battle that I knew we would walk away from. The human race was going to win this war and I was going to take a legion down all by myself if I had to see that through.

[floyuki702]

The Writing Games: Task 1

Create an action piece of writing that includes the words: Tail, Cherry, Lullaby, Chicken

Sleep little birdy

Try not to fly

No one is here to see

You try

If you fall from that height

It is certain you will die

Just like when you

Lose this fight

With his long silver hair whipping in the wind and hatred painting his cerulean eyes, Hikaru began to approach Momo and I with his rapier drawn, the blade gleaming in the pale moonlight. The lullaby he sang was one that twisted the words and melody from the beloved version from our childhood.

Even now I can remember the day he betrayed us. The day that Momo and I had finally come to terms with not being able to see our parents anymore after 15 years of their presence. The day he left us and joined those who murdered them.

~~~

The pink and white petals of the cherry blossoms gently floated down to surround Momo, Hikaru and I as we lay on the grass.  

This was one of the few days that we could be together since the day Momo and I lost our parents. The only things we had left were the features that we inherited: Momo with mom's long, straight black hair and dad's golden eyes whilst I had shoulder-length curls that were the same shade of copper that dad had and mom's dark violet eyes.

"Hey Hikaru, " Momo spoke up, breaking the silence, "how come you always seem so busy nowadays. I mean, Yuki and I can come over and visit you nowadays. Grandma and grandpa are great, but it's just not the same. At least you know what we always used to do with mom and dad each evening. When you sing the lullaby, it feels just like those times."

Chuckling under his breath, Hikaru sat up between us and faced us with a small smile gracing his elegant features.

"Okay, you can visit. But not tonight. I have to go somewhere."

Noting the sad, puppy dog looks we were giving him from our laid out positions, he began to laugh that sweet musical laugh he had.

"Alright, alright! How about I sing it right now?"

Nodding quickly and shooting identical smiles up at him, Hikaru shifted so that he was sitting on his knees. Gently clearing his throat, he began to sing those familiar words.

Sleep little birdy

It's time to rest

Momma is here

So don't you fret

When you go to sleep tonight

Dreams will paint the sky

But when that dream is dark

Daddy is here to hold you tight

As --

Just then, something in the distance made him cut off his singing and he abruptly stood up. With a final look at us, with eyes full of remorse, he whispered two simple words and walked around us to climb the grassy hill.

Sitting up quickly, we saw him approach a red Ferrari; the door being held open by a woman with a scarred face Momo and I could never forget. The scarred face of our parent's murderer.

~~~

Just as I struck out with my short blade, he parried the blow and managed to simultaneously push me up against the ironclad gate of the castle that Momo and I were hired at three years ago.

"Urgh!"

My head slammed into the iron and I was momentarily dazed due to the pain, unable to see him come in for the final blow.

"Yuki! Look out!!"

"What?" I managed to breathe out and looked up to see Hikaru lift his rapier one last time. Almost immediately, I called out the one secret code to Momo that I knew would end this fight. With only a split second to feel regret, I sucked in a deep breath and shouted.

"Momo, tail the chicken!"

In the corner of my eye, I saw her falter for just a second as she realized what I said. Then, her resolve hardened and she began to run towards us.

Swiftly, she pulled out her two daggers - one hidden in each combat boot - and threw one of each side of his body. As a dagger pierced his left arm, he stopped his advance towards me and blocked the second before it could deliver the same fate to his right arm.

Pulling the blade out, he let it clatter to the floor and turned his attention towards Momo. Quick to recover, she drew her own rapier and sprinted towards him. Taking a flying leap, she yelled as their blades met in a clash. Within moments, they were dancing around each other, trying to strike the other down but failing as the attempt was continuously blocked.

At one point, I saw Momo attempt to sweep his leg, but he jumped before her heel made contact with the back of his leg. As a rebuttal, he swung down and tried to cut her arm, but she recovered and blocked with the hilt of her blade.

With their attention focused on killing each other, I took the time to pick up the discarded dagger and silently stalked into a position three meters away from the fight. Making sure his back towards me, I got ready to do my final move.

Pulling my hair up into a ponytail, I tied it off with a teal ribbon that I always carried in my pocket. Then, I tucked the dagger, hilt first, up my right sleeve, laying the blade flat against my wrist. Finally, I picked up the hilt of my short blade so that it was 180 degrees and was parallel with my right forearm.

After getting ready, I turned my attention back towards the fight and noticed that they each got a few slashes in and were starting to become more animalistic with their attacks. Taking my final deep breath, sprinted to a spot that put me right behind Momo.

"Reverse!"

With that single word, Momo parried Hikaru's attack, pushed him back and bent forward. As I got a few inches away from her, I jumped and pushed off her back whilst twisting my torso to the right. As I fell towards Hikaru, I allowed my momentum to twist to the left and cut him deep into his chest. At the same moment, I felt his blade push up into my abdomen. Coughing up blood, I let my hand slip from the hilt and flicked my wrist so the dagger could slid into my palm.

With the last of my strength, I stretched up and impaled his throat. Immediately, I felt his body go rigid as the blade twisted even further up my abdomen. When he drew his last breath, his eyes met mine and I saw the light fade slowly away.

As my vision blurred, I thought back to the last words he said to us and tried to say them loud enough for Momo to hear.

"I'm sorry."

[floyuki702]

Your Medley - Chapter 2

Summary: I remember the first time we met. It was a day that, unknowingly, changed my life into one of adventure. I just wish that it lasted longer than it did…

Characters: Youngjae (GOT7) x Reader

Chapter 1

🎼🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵 

나를 보면 색다르대 (You know)

내가 좀 남다르대

그냥 내게로 다가와 지금 내게로 다가와

아무 생각하지 마 (I know)

후회하지 않을 걸

그냥 내게로 다가와  지금 내게로 다가와

🎼🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵 

“Alright everyone, remember to study chapters 1-10 and I will see you next week for the final.”

Immediately, rustling sounded throughout the lecture hall as we all packed up and headed towards freedom. With it being study week, all of our classes were ending early in order to allow time to refill our brains with information we have not touched upon since the beginning of the semester.

Taking my time, I made sure I packed up my notes, pen and textbook as the mad rush towards the door caused a block of students. On a normal day, the room would be cleared out in a matter of seconds. Today, there must have been a huge crowd just outside the door because everyone in my class seemed to be stuck at the only exit. Seeing the situation, the professor heaved a great sigh, packed up and fiddled with some apps on his phone.

Taking a page out of his book, as I continued to wait, I threw my backpack on my back, situated myself on the desk I claimed as mine on the first week (first row, third chair from the right wall) and pulled out my phone from my back pocket.

If it was any other lecture, that meant it would be the last thing I packed up because I would use it to record what was said. Since this professor loved to go off on a tangent, I learned almost immediately that recording was a lifesaver - especially when studying for tests.

Today was a special occasion.

Since he informed us that the final was going to be questions pulled from previous tests, quizzes and homework, I made the ultimate decision to just put it on silent and kept it in my pocket. As I turned on the screen, my eyes widened in surprise on the amount of texts received from Amethyst along with about 10 missed calls from said person. I could sort of recall her telling me something that involved her "ultimate bias group" (whatever that meant) visiting the city. Since she likes to go off and daydream about the very slim chance of bumping into them, I sort of tuned her out.

Instead, I focused on the fact that my music composition class has been taking a toll on me. Since the day I admitted to Amethyst that I was starting to lean more towards Kpop, she took every opportunity to "bless my ears with the heavenly sound of her biases”.

While I found amusement in her efforts for the past couple of weeks, I only really felt a pull towards GOT7’s Choi Youngjae’s voice. There was something about it that spoke to me and, unknowingly, all my compositions were starting to become extremely…….selective.

Before, anybody was able to sing my songs. Each was written in a way that helped showcase and improve the talent of the singer. I would love to get requests from my professors to write the final song for their students’ performances. It was a great experience being requested and I felt so proud every time the singer nailed the difficult pitches. It let me learn more about composing towards a singer's particular style while still keeping true to my own.

Now, no matter who sang the songs, I felt that they were not able to really bring out the true feeling I was trying to portray. It did not matter if it was the shining star of the department or the underdog who shone on test day. Each time I heard my sings being sung, I would drift away into a daydream and think of his voice singing it. Sure, I never told any of the professors because I really wanted to keep that grade, but I just could not praise the vocals with all of my heart like I used to. There was always a small part of me that would focus on that daydream I knew would never happen.

Shaking my head to clear it of those thoughts, I turned my attention back to my phone.

Seeing the amount of received messages told me that was clearly a bad idea. Heaving a great sigh and mentally preparing myself for the overuse of capitals, I opened the conversation box and scrolled all the way up to the last message we sent each other the night before.

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9:55 am: OMG! ______! I can't believe it!! Text me back as soon as you can!!!

(By the looks of it, she called three times around here)

9:59 am: GIRL! PICK. UP! THIS IS URGENT!!

10:00 am: Fine…you must have already turned the ringer off. Duh! Can't believe I forgot you had a 10 o'clock class. 😅😅

10:01 am: ttyl~😚

10:02 am: Forget it! Still NEED to spazz over this!

10:03 am: GOT7 IS HERE! I REPEAT GOT7 IS AT OUR CAMPUS!

(Two more call attempts)

10:07 am: I JUST got out of class and received the message on Twitter!😄 You see, BamBam sent out a tweet saying that they were going to visit a university campus while on tour. THEN HE TWEETED A PIC OF THE FRONT OF CAMPUS!! I could not believe it!

10:11 am: SO to confirm if it was true, I checked out all of the other members' social media and they have been posting nonstop about how cool the campus is! They even got RECOGNIZED by some of the professors and students!

10:13 am: I KNOW YOU THINK I WAS GONNA STALK THEM!😠 And you are KINDA right😏 I couldn't help it! I have been dying to meet them since they debuted and you KNOW JB is my bae~😎

10:16 am: Ok, so I am starting at the rec house cause I figured they would head there after the whole Student Union tour. I mean come on. As if 7 fit and good-looking guys aren't gonna want to play a game of basketball.😏

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At this point, I decided to skip ahead and just speed read because it looked to be about a text every one to three minutes for at least an hour. As much as I love her, I did not want to have a crick in my neck because I read a one woman conversation. There were some places where a missing timestamp was found next to a call attempt. My guess would be that, at some points, she was getting fed up with typing and wanted to just talk about each detail of her 'mission' instead.

I was almost to the last text when the one above it caught my eye. Looking at the timestamp, I noticed it was 2 minutes before my class got out today.

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11:07 am: While I was trying to walk, tweet, text/call you AND look at each notification, I actually ran into them ON THE WAY TO YOUR CLASS BUILDING! They were looking for the music building, so I told them I knew where it was at and got to walk with them! It was so hard to keep my cool the whole time. Thank the gods I am an acting major!!

11:08 am: We're outside your class right now. So excited!

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My head shot up and I quickly turned to look back at the door. Although the crowd had died down a little bit, it was still a huge mass of bodies trying to get to freedom.

Hesitating only a second longer, I stood up on the desk and began making my way towards the door while stepping on each desk that paved my path. As I jumped off the last desk, I noticed that a fair amount of my classmates had turned their heads to see who was making all that noise in the room.

Feeling my face start to heat up from embarrassment, I took advantage of their brief break from trying to exit the room and pushed my way to the door.

 Once I was finally free of the lecture hall, I turned to the commotion outside.

The normally empty hallway was filled with students and professors surrounding a group of seven attractive men with Amethyst standing in the center. The knee length peach sundress, gladiator sandals, and light makeup matched with her beach curls hairstyle somehow complemented the outfits of each member perfectly. It was almost like I was looking at a photoshoot.

Although I stray away from her obsession with Korean dramas, I still sat through enough series with her during sleepovers to make the comparison of the scene in the hallway with one you typically see in the school themed episodes.

Laughing inwardly because I know she was trying extremely hard to hold back her excitement, I did my best to keep my expression neutral as I unknowingly approached my musical fate.

[floyuki702]

Abandoned Fortune Excerpt

A flash of silver made its way towards my head, but I was able to parry the blow at the last second.

Grunting, I pushed my attacker back and immediately took the offense. With each swing, I pushed him closer and closer to the edge. Just I was about to make my final blow, I felt a searing pain as one of his allies left a deep cut from my right shoulder down to my left hip.

Falling to my knees, I made sure to deliver a finishing blow to the man in front of me. The swing of my blade was not strong enough to push him off the black rotting deck we were fighting on, but I was still able to hit him exactly where I wanted.

A deep gash was left over his heart and, as his blood fell, he swayed in place before crumpling into the wood underneath our feet.

With my sword clattering to the ground, I fell to my right side and watched as my blood joined his on the decaying surface. Although the wrecked ship was not moving with the push of the waves, it still seemed as if I was swaying from side to side. The last thing I saw as I let myself drift away was the empty eyes of the man who was once my most trusted advisor; the one who suddenly betrayed me and chased me across the seven seas on an order to kill me.

An order executed by my family.

[floyuki702]

Best advice!☺️

pick-me-ups for writers

for the self-conscious beginner: No one makes great things until the world intimately knows their mediocrity. Don’t think of your writing as terrible; think of it as preparing to contribute something great.

for the self-conscious late bloomer: Look at old writing as how far you’ve come. You can’t get to where you are today without covering all that past ground. For that, be proud.

for the perfectionist: Think about how much you complain about things you love—the mistakes and retcons in all your favorite series—and how you still love them anyway. Give yourself that same space.

for the realist: There will be people who hate your story even if it’s considered a classic. But there will be people who love your story, even if it strange and unpopular.

for the fanfic writer: Your work is not lesser for not following canon. When you write, you’ve created a new work on its own. It can be, but does not have to be, limited by the source material. Canon is not the end-all, be-all. 

for the writer’s blocked: It doesn’t need to be perfect. Sometimes you have to move on and commit a few writing sins if it means you can create better things out of it.

for the lost: You started writing for a reason; remember that reason. It’s ok to move on. You are more than your writing. It will be here if you want to come back.

[floyuki702]

Dark Night - Chapter 2

Chapters: Prologue, 1

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With a look of absolute bewilderment painted on his face, Mark stood frozen as I let my anger manifest into blue flames. When I hurled them in his general direction, it was only meant to threaten him.

The second I lost control, I knew just how badly my decision was about to cost us. Desperately, I tried to reign in the flames as they devoured the oxygen between me and Mark, but it was to no avail.

“Why are you just standing there?! Mark, get out of the way!!” I screamed.

As I saw comprehension dawn on his face, Mark stumbled backwards a few steps just before a second column of fiery red and orange flames came from behind him and counterattacked mine just inches from his face.

Before I could even process what just happened, the temperature fell down immensely and frost froze the fire in midair.

After staying suspended for a split second longer, the icicle of fire crashed down, shattering into pieces.

Not letting my shock get the better of me, I quickly flicked my eyes to the two figures standing behind Mark.

“Ahhh. Looks like this is gonna be a pain to explain to the board.”

Instantly, my face tried to heat up in embarrassment, despite the fact that I was slowly feeling myself freeze to death in the newly frigid air.

Of all the people, it just HAD to be these two. Why is my luck so bad right now?

As I thought that, Park Chanyeol and Kim Minseok walked to stand next to Mark.

Trying to keep my cool, I ultimately ended up embarrassing myself more. The scoff I tried to pull off sounded more like teeth chatter than air.

Noticing that everyone around him was starting to turn into human popsicles, Minseok snapped his fingers and the temperature began to rise back to normal.

It was a few minutes before I could speak again, due to the fact that my skin and brain were trying to warm up and get rid of the frost.

Once I felt somewhat normal, I cleared my throat and looked everywhere but where Mark stood.

“Sooo, what are you guys doing here?” I questioned the two while settling to pretend I was examining my cuticles.

Minseok provided the answer that I was expecting.

“We’re here to pick you up…again. Your teacher is mad that you actually had the nerve to try and skip graduation.”

“That and, as your teacher’s assistant, she wanted me to decide and tell you your punishment for not showing up by the time she set during the last class. I think she even said that we should stop you from graduating because you are late” Chanyeol added.

After hearing the second part, I let my eyes slid up and take in the sight Chanyeol and Minseok.

Chanyeol was dressed in dark blue jeans, combat boots, and a plain black button up with the top undone, so his collarbone showed off. Around his neck hung a simple silver chain with a phoenix pendant. His hair was dyed a deep shade of red and was slightly messy.

With it being graduation, I kind of expected him to be more dressed up. Especially since my teacher is his boss. How he is able to get away with it was beyond me and not really a matter I cared about at the moment because I was about to be barred from graduating…..maybe.

As for Xiumin, he was dressed similarly to Mark, in a simple black suit and dress shoes. His hair was parted to the side with the bangs curved to avoid getting in his eyes. Since he was the home economics teacher, I kind of expected him to show up in his favorite barista uniform with the sleeves rolled up. Seeing how Chanyeol is still wearing his normal outfit, it would not have surprised me in the slightest if he did too.

Not wanting to get questioned for staring too long, I straightened out my uniform, folded my hands in front, and gave them a deep bow.

“I am deeply sorry for being late today. Please forgive me. I accept my punishment.”

Hoping this would be enough to sway his decision about his punishment for me, I stayed in that position until I heard a sound that did not sound like he was about to sentence me to another miserable semester with my teacher.

“Pfft!”

Snapping my head up, I noticed that Chanyeol was trying to hold in laughter. As for Minseok, he turned his face away, but I could see he was trying to hide a large smile from behind his hand. Even Mark looked like he was trying not to, the only indication being a smirk on his face.

“She didn’t send you to punish me did she?” I said with a blank face.

“Nope, you’re not in trouble __________-ah.” Chanyeol managed to get out. “I just couldn’t resist teasing you one last time. She couldn’t make it today because of the flu, so I had to step in.”

Upon hearing that explanation, my face began to heat up as embarrassment had me in its grasp once more.

“I swear! Why did – You just had to – urgh!” I sputtered out.

Turning to Amber for back up, I could see that she, too, was starting to die from holding in a laugh.

Not wanting to be around them for even a second longer (and before I became a sputtering mess), I stormed towards the school building. By the time I reached the door, I could hear them roaring with laughter.

Slipping inside, I headed to my locker to put on my indoor shoes, fanning myself along to way. I did not need to walk into that classroom looking flushed with embarrassment on the last day of school.

Once I turned down the aisle my locker was in (thankfully the heat had dissipated from my face) , the four people laughing on behalf of my embarrassment disappeared from my mind.

With my face breaking into a huge smile, I ran towards my two greatest friends.

“Hwasa! Taehyung!”

[floyuki702]

Your Medley - Chapter 1

Summary: I remember the first time we met. It was a day that, unknowingly, changed my life into one of adventure. I just wish that it lasted longer than it did…

Characters: Youngjae (GOT7) x Reader

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You are my playground playground playground 너의 마음 속에서 어릴 적 잃어버린 그 꿈을 찾을까 You are my playground playground playground 내 환상 속에서 보았던 더 좋았던 사랑을 찾아 You are my playground

Everyday Everynight Baby you are my playground Eternally 영원히 그댄 나의 playground You are my playground You are my playground You are my playground You are my playground

“Who’s voice is that at the end?”, I asked as the last note of the song played through the earphones my friend, Amethyst, and I were sharing.

We were on a small break before our last class started at 1:00, so we were sitting under our favorite tree on campus. The brown wood stretched its branches up towards the clear, blue sky and the evergreen leaves danced in the small breeze.

With it being towards the end of the spring season, I wore light, natural makeup and my outfit consisted of black shorts that were decorated with white music notes, a long loose t-shirt with a tank top underneath, and my Nike shoes with my ankle socks peeking out from the top. I styled my natural curls down, framing my face.

Amethyst was dressed in a light blue spring dress with white gladiator slippers. Her hair reached to the middle of her back and the tips were dyed in an ombre that reminded me of the hair of a Kpop star she showed me before. Her makeup reflected mine with a slight difference concerning the eyeliner. While mine was only on the top, Amethyst had hers on the top and the waterline, connecting the two at the inner and outer corners.

“That was Choi Youngjae,” she instantly replied while picking up her phone and looking for another song to have me listen to.

Ever since we were little, it has been her life’s goal to get me really into Kpop. For ten years, according to Amethyst, my parents have been keeping my head buried in classical music for too long.

I never had a problem with other genres of music. In fact, I love the small moments in between university and training where I could just sit and listen to other genres of music - exploring the different way sounds could be put together. However, since my parents noticed my talent at composing when I was seven years old, I have been put through training classical music on almost every instrument for the last twelve years.

Normally, I can almost immediately fall in love with a genre with just the sound of one song. In fact, that is how I was able to get into J-rock, Thai-pop, and some great Italian pieces. For Kpop, that does not seem to be working.

For the last ten years, Amethyst has had me listen to countless songs, but I could never find one that really connected with me. While every song sounded unique and the vocals were perfect, I could never fully immerse myself into the genre like I could with hip-hop, rap, country, classical and all of the other genres I have explored.

But……today was different.

The moment I asked Amethyst that question - the one question that signifies my interest in a genre - I saw her expression change from focused to looking for another song to shock as my words registered.

Whipping her head in my direction, she burst into a huge smile and asked me one question - a question that she has been waiting to ask me for the past ten years - excitedly.

“Are you finally starting to get interested in this genre?”

Laughing, I thought about my answer carefully for a few moments.

The composition of the song was able to convey the feelings of the lyrics in a nostalgic feeling. The beginning vocals were able to draw the listener in and the small rap break downs flow pretty well with the beat of the song. As for that vocalist...what did she say his name was?.... Youngjae? His voice had a pretty soothing quality. Was he also the backing vocals? I may have to listen to that again just to be sure. I wonder if -

“Hey. ______. Are you okay?”

Shaking my head clear before I continued to drift into a random daydream of composing a song with that vocalist, I turned to Amethyst and noticed the look of concern on her face.

“Yeah! I’m okay! Sorry about that Amethyst. The song was just really good! As for the answer to your question, I feel like I may be starting to lean towards that genre of music now.”

Immediately, her hands flew to her face as she tried to hide a squeal.

“Oh my gosh! Really?! I’m so happy! I have so many groups and soloists I just know you are going to love. After a few GOT7 songs, I think we should try SHINee, f(x), ASTRO, U-KISS, TVXQ, Big Bang. You know what? I’ll just create a playlist of all the songs. And...”

As she continued to go on about all the styles of music that make up the unique genre and about splitting the playlist into smaller ones that were dedicated to artists from specific companies, I started to slowly pack up our stuff. Once I put the last notebook away and zipped up our bags, my alarm went off, telling me it was time for us to go to class.

Standing up, we brushed the grass off and, after picking everything up and hooking arms, Amethyst continued on about all of the members she loved from her bias groups as we walked to class. While she did that, I let my mind wonder back to Choi Youngjae’s voice and an idea for a new song started to form in my mind.

[floyuki702]

Update - June 29, 2016

Hello Everyone~

It is overdue for another update. My summer class has been taking up much of my time, BUT I have been working on my stories. If you have peeked at the upcoming list and the masterlist recently, you may have noticed that “Sweet Love” has been put on hold. Unfortunately, I am experiencing some writer’s block concerning “Sweet Love”.

There is an upside though! i will try to keep the hiatus for that story short. Since Jackson Wang is one of my all time favorites, I feel like some inspiration will be coming soon ;)

Moving on, “Sweg Chicken Love”, “On Stage”, and “Dark Night” will be updated once I get the time to review the chapters I have saved in my journal and under “Drafts” here on Tumblr. (^0^) They will also be followed by another story called “Your Medley”, a few oneshot scenarios for various idols, more original content, and a series of oneshots for SHINee. Remember, all of this will be found under the “Coming Up” link. For those on mobile, it is right here.

I want to thank you for reading my stuff! I know it’s not great, but I am improving as I go along. The reason for the multiple stories is that I have so many ideas that I just want to get out there and share with you guys!

Again, thank you for reading and be prepared for the new content!! (^~^)

[floyuki702]

Dark Night - Chapter 1

Prologue: Prologue

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“Time to get up ______- ah! You need to get ready for school!”

“Mmmmph!”, I replied, burying my face into my pillow. Even though I know that normal people would not be able to hear the muffled groan I gave in reply, I also have a feeling that she would be able to hear me.

“Don’t make me tell Yuki you’re going to be late to your own graduation!!”

“Just five more minutes!”, I yelled into my soft pillow.

“Come on _________. At least get out of bed.”

A second before I opened my mouth to yell again, I realized that the voice was deeper and seemed to be coming from inside my room.

Turning my head slowly to the left, I let my eyes take in the form of my childhood friend, Mark. He was leaning against the far left wall of my room and was looking at me with a smirk on his face.

If it was anyone else, I would have been mad, but since it was Mark, I knew that I would never be able to figure out how he was able to sneak in so quietly.

“Why are you in my room Tuan?” I questioned with a glare.

“Why do you always wake up on your stomach?” he asked, throwing a question back at me. Seeing that I was not in the mood to deal with his sarcastic attitude, he continued before I could give a retort. “I was just seeing if you wanted to graduate today. Besides, Amber let me into the house after she couldn’t wake you up for the past hour.”

“Wrong answer. Although, that would have been correct if I asked how you got into my house…….again.”

Quickly taking in the fact that I was not going to get those precious five extra minutes in dreamland, I pushed myself up and climbed out of the comfort of my bed.

“Alright, I’m up. Get out and tell Amber that I’ll be ready in forty-five minutes.”

Giving his famous side smile, he pushed away from the wall and started to walk towards the door. Just as he was reaching for the door handle, I stated one last thing.

“You still didn’t answer my question and I know that Amber didn’t let you in because she doesn’t have a key to my room.”

I heard a soft chuckle behind me as he left my room.

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After rushing through my morning routine, I was now on my way to my graduation with Mark and Amber at my side.

Since it was graduation, I had to be dressed up a little more than I normally would. Today, I wore my class uniform with my long hair tied into a curled ponytail and my bangs swept to the side. 

Ignoring Mark, who was wearing a simple black suit and tie combo, I turned to Amber and took in the sight of her clothes. Still sticking true to her tomboy fashion and adding a hint of feminine charm, she was dressed in a black pantsuit with a white camisole and leather dress shoes. Her signature blonde hair was styled in its usual fashion.

“Sooooo Amber…..is Yuki going to be able to make it today?”

Although she hid it well, I could still see the guilt in her eyes.

“That’s actually why I’m here, ________. Yuki is still caught up in work, so she won’t be able to come to your graduation.”

“Ahhh,” was all I could say in reply.

Even though I know that Yuki was not my real mother, she was the closest thing I had to a parent. All of my memories involve her being the one to cheering me on in contests and being there for all my greatest academic achievements.

She never really told me how my parents died; only that it was during an underground war between three clans. I did pestered her for the story when I was little, but she only told me that she would tell me after I graduated.

Now that the day was here, I was hoping to see her before the ceremony. As much as I wanted to know why my parents were killed, I valued her presence more than anything. She was always the one who made me feel like I was not an outcast at family events because my parents were gone.

"Will she be able to make it in time for the family lunch?"

"Umm...."

"Amber? Is she coming by later?"

Amber shot a glance at Mark, as if she was silently pleading for help. For a few moments, it seemed as if they were battling each other on whether to tell me or not.

As the silent argument continued, we reached the school gates and I came to a halt.

"What are you trying to hide from me?" I questioned, starting to feel anger take over.

Normally, I would brush it aside and leave the conversation until a later time. However, when it concerns my only guardian, I tend to get defensive and stop at nothing to found out if she was injured. The fact that they were ignoring my question was just making it worse.

"Amber? What. Happened. To. Yuki."

Finally, she turned towards me and opened her mouth the answer my question. Before she could respond, she took in my appearance and a look of terror began to paint her face.

Immediately, Mark turned to look at me and understanding for Amber's sudden change in expression began to set in.

"_________. You need to relax. Everything is going to be ok-"

Before he could finish, a wall of flames began to shoot towards his face.

[floyuki702]

Last Letter

My love,

         If this letter reaches you late, I just want you to know I’m sorry. I never meant for things to turn out the way they did. Everything just seemed to fall apart. The plan was gone once we realized that it was too late for us to make it out alive. I tried to get everyone to safety, but———

         I loved you more than anything. I loved how your short red hair would cover your face when you leaned over, your calculating stormy gray eyes, your beautiful smile, and the way you would call out to me. What I loved most of all was your singing voice.

         I know it may be hard for you, but I want you to continue to live without me. Do not become tied down because of the memory of me. Find love once more. Marry a great guy, have kids, and settle down. The only thing I ask for is for you to smile and laugh each day. Create many precious memories. When we met again in heaven, I want to see you with a smile on your face.

        Please forgive me. Even though it may be too late, please, please forgive me. And remember that your name is as beautiful and as unique as you are. Do not forget that.

        I will always watch over you.

         Good bye.

        The letter fluttered towards the floor. Amaryllis sank into the chair she had been sitting in before she received the letter. Covering her mouth, she tried to fight back a sob, but she couldn’t keep it in. Letting the tears fall from her face, Amaryllis looked at the letter and cried her heart out.

        “Why! Why! Why did you have to leave?! Please come back!! Please! Don’t leave me here alone! I need you!!!!” she screamed. Her heart was broken and the one person who could heal it was gone. Forever.

        After many hours, the sobs subsided. Slowly standing up, Amaryllis walked out the room and went out the back door. She stood in the garden of her home. Normally, the scents of the flora could help her collect her thoughts, but not this time. This time, nothing could heal her from the grief.

        No longer will she be able to call out his name and hear his voice in reply. No longer will she be able to look deeply into his green eyes. No longer will he roar with laughter at the jokes they shared. No longer will she feel the atmosphere change because of the happiness he seemed to radiate.

         She never prepared for the moment he would be stripped back from her life. All she could do now was stand there, in the garden they created together.

[floyuki702]

Love Is All

Love fills the air

You can see it in the face of everyone around

Roses are given to show eternal love

Hugs are exchanged

Kisses are shared

Chocolate is presented to a special person

And the words “I Love You”

Are heard at every turn

In this world

Love is all