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Watch the Snow FallIt wasn't that she wasn't feeling well; Ylia was just kind of lonely. Kanda had left for a mission two weeks ago, was supposed to be back last week on Tuesday, and it was now the third week, Christmas Eve, and Kanda wasn't back yet. Sitting on the windowsill of her room, Ylia let out the umpteenth sigh of the day and set down her sketch pad, not being able to find the motivation to draw anything, not even the simplest circle.
Ylia climbed down from the sill and moved to her door. Turning the knob, she continued outside of her room and down the hallway. She hadn't had a mission in a while, at least not a solo mission. But she didn't go on many of those, being as how she wasn't the greatest fighter in the world. So now, she was simply in her regular clothes, a long skirt with a blouse, her hair let down, just some of it tied back in a bow.
She ignored everyone she passed, just looking for the place most people would go when they were quite, besides the cafeteria. Ylia didn't drown her so
Come Home, My SoldierMuch as the routine required, at 6:30 promptly, she would walk into the house, home from work. She would then get changed into casual clothes, far different from a stuffy suit. Promptly at 6:35, she would emerge from the master bedroom and trod down the stairs, take a left, into the kitchen. The routine would vary here, she would either make herself a dinner, something nice like a steak, or she would throw a frozen dinner into the microwave. Either way, at 7:00, she would be ready to turn on the flat screen, promptly at 7:00.
From there, she would lean back in the old recliner and put her feet up, slippers or not, depended on her mood. Reaching for the remote on the side table, she'd hit the power button for the TV before she was comfortably sitting back in the chair. Then, once the volume was comfortably set at 25, she would relax and lean back, a blanket over her legs.
From 7:00 to 7:45, she would read her book, carefully placed in the side table drawer. On a good night, she would co
Xeransis: The Desert DwellersThe village was small and quaint. But above all, this village was poor. The desert was this village's home, the village of Xeransis. Together, with their fearless and loved self-appointed leader, Yu Kanda, the small village, Xeransis, acquired food, water, and trading items from travelling caravans; belonging to those of higher class. And when times got extra hard, small towns were not out of their range, or ability, to attack.
But in the summer, this particular summer, things were particularly bad. Due to a drought, Xeransis's food supply had vanished, their oasis had long sense dried up, leaving them with nothing to sustain the small village.
The villagers of the travelling village took their grievances to their leader, only those who trusted he could fix the issues. When the problem came to Kanda, no one was surprised when they heard he had already devised an idea.
Several days of planning came and went, and soon the da to execute the plan came. Kanda gathered those he trusted enoug
DGM: Her ReturnAs he sat there, holding the dead, disintegrated body of his friend, his eye caught something. He looked up, staring blankly at the scene in front of him. His friend, Alma Karma, the way he remembered him as a child, was walking away, hand in hand what that mysterious woman. That woman, auburn hair, blurred face, was walking away, her dress flowing behind her.
"I love you, Yu," Kanda heard her say. "I'll wait for you forever." The word, forever, seemed to echo through the secret place, the halls underground, through the pillars, and through his mind.
He chuckled and smiled, "Yeah " he held the body tighter, looking away from the sight before him, his friend and the woman he loved walking away.
And yet, only moments later, something, another figure, caught his eye again. Kanda refused to look up, his eyes tired, his cracked body fatigued. But when he almost felt something wave good-bye, mouth a word of thanks, he looked up, his still light purple hair in front of his face. W
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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