Inside a tower made of crystal, nine were gathered around a table. No they aren't Girls' Generation cosplayers. They were, for lack of better word, entities. Born of elements, sworn of heart, and loyal to the world of Getaria. Each element, across from their opposite, place their amulets on the table inside a slot designed especially for them. A living table. They sat. In the night sky, into the room, the moon and stars shown sparkling light into the room. The nine conversated at ease; awaiting a sign. Each awaiting a sign, signifying the beginning of the meeting. At the top of the room, hanging from the ceiling was a giant glass bell. Withou
'Ah, the dark blue sky...' His pet whined, telling him they'd finally arrived to their destination. His conscience beckoned him to go back. That he could still turn around and let the whole mess just blow over. 'No,' thought he, 'It will continue, and,' He gazed at the emerging moon, ready to replace the sun with it's' shine. '-and it will be beautiful.'
The surface of the water broke, showing the beach and its' seaside companion; a mansion. 'The mansion.' As his pet crawled noiselessly on shore he looked upon it. It. 'Many years have passed since...then. And I still have not burned this ivory piece of half-breed dung to the ground. Nor have
Plantera was a beautiful town. Yes, a town. Not big enough for a city, but it had too many people to call a village. It was very popular for its weaponries and many breweries. Hence the reason it was protected by those darn ulisps and minx from the north of it. It also had its' sandy white beaches that provided a stunning sunset for those sappy kinda couples. I remember one sunset I wish I could barf on right now. On the other side of Plantera was a lush forest. Hardly anyone ventured in. As radiant as it was, it was immensely thick. Anyway, the point is; Plantera is a town nestled on the bottom of the western continent. With a giant white ho
The sun was setting...
'They can't see me!'
People are leaving...
'Don't look back!'
Deeds are done...
'Almost there,' she thought as she ran and pushed through the hoards of people. '...just keep going!' she didn't dare look behind her to see if anyone was following. Passerby and bystanders sucked in her whipping airs but with no seen entity creating them, it was dismissed. She knew this city like the back of her hand and with quick jumps and maneuvering; she finally made it to the sewers. No one would follow her there. Not into the pipes. She would be alone there.
"Okay, let's see the catch for today." Seeing none around and silen
"Yep, sorry to do this to you little bugger but I'm hungry and you, well, you're lunch," said the hunter as he aimed a dart at a snake not far away bathing in the hot desert sun. Nothing would stop him from this moment. He had been walking for 5 hours lost in this Godforsaken heap of sand and nothing; absolutely nothing was going to distract him from his target. He could almost taste the serpent meat slithering down his throat with a side of ketchup. "I almost gotcha-" Suddenly a giant roar came from above followed by immense hissing and the sound of air letting out as well as a lock and a latch or two moving. The hunter turned his head to t
A Street Doughnut's Tale by TenshiTama, literature
Literature
A Street Doughnut's Tale
It's on the side of the road right?
It was once pure then someone made it dirty.
then no one wanted it once they found out.
it tried prettying itself with colorful sprinkles and glaze
but couldn't find the courage to re-enter the bakery where its friends were,
knowing they would laugh at it for being soiled.
So, every night, it stood on a street corner.
dressed in its' beautiful sprinkles and glaze.
people would stop by and ask for the doughnut's 'attention'.
and, excited at the thought of being loved, it would gladly spread its' 'talents'.
Of course, every morning, it would have to report back to Papa Jelly.
The doughnu
The mist is a powerful thing
and so is its brother the dust
odd siblings they must be
normally all they make is rust
their reunions must be special
or so i have heard
they argue about detail
but all this sounds absurd
the mist is not just a cloud
that swerves through the wood
and the dust is not just a particle
that covers things as it should
the mist is a ribbon of life
like chakra flowing through the body
and the dust is a ribbon light
that travels faster than you can see
sometimes like family
these ribbons tie a harsh knot
like brother and sister
these reunions are a special
When the shattered glass fell on the floor
I knew it wasn´t mine anymore
It was my window of oppurtunity
but you stole it from me
my goal, my life, my soul
shattered when you jumped through that window
and here I am on the floor
looking for my true open door
since it seems
that windows are not for me
While I walk, the mist moves
I see things
Urgent in their black drive
Calm in their green looms
Daring as they stand before me
Red in their temper
Yet white in their audience
Why have you come for me
Is it because I am alone?
That I dwindle silenty
on that border
Call my name
Summon my attention
Choose my color
Friends of the Wood - FFXII by TenshiTama, literature
Literature
Friends of the Wood - FFXII
A wisp of hair
folded and braided into a brush
Calligraphy in its finest curl your ´l´s
slash your ´t´s
can you spell?
not really I see
write rhapsody to warp
your ink is sap
your canvas is the bough
trees invite you to dance
sashae and swivel
swing and swurve
the woods love you
we are its children
we are viera