Sounds that sparkle
Breaking gently over the ether
Echoes of a summer evening
The heartbeat of time
Beginnings, Chapter ElevenIt was nearly nightfall by the time Matthew entered the cabin. Francis and Alfred hurried to meet him.
“Hey, Francis! I found him!”
“Dieu merci. We were so worried.”
“Sorry I was gone so long.” Absent-mindedly, he put his hand over where he had worn his maple leaf. Somehow, noticing it wasn’t there made him feel more grown-up; more mindful. For the first time, he thought of himself as a real nation. All of a sudden, he had a real history with real challenges, real victories, and real regrets. The following day would be his birthday, marking yet another passing year in his life. This year however, it wouldn’t be just another celebration. It represented an actual change. A turning point. For the first time ever, Matthew felt like he was gaining the beginnings of a national identity.
“It’s not as much fun as I thought it would be,” he s
Beginnings, Chapter TenThey arrived in front of a narrow wooden building that was about 80 feet long. At the front end was a doorway, draped with a deer hide, which Matthew’s mother pushed aside as she carried him in. Matthew revelled in the feeling of being close to her. It was something he was experiencing for the first time, as far back as his memories could reach, yet it was something he knew as his origin point. He tried not to mind it too much when she put him down. Matthew’s mother left to get some First Aid supplies. He hoped she’d return soon. The cuts on his arms and the scrape on his knee were beginning to sting.
He sat back, looking up at the arching roof overhead. It was so dark inside the longhouse, it was hard for him to see much else. That’s when he heard a rustling noise. A beam of sunlight flashed as something moved the deer hide door flap for just a moment. Matthew gulped. Someone - or something
Beginnings, Chapter NineWithout thinking, Matthew ran and ran. He let the trees surround him, wishing with all his might that they would block out his feelings. As the forest grew denser, Matthew was forced to slow down. His instincts told him he should turn back, but in that moment, his sadness was stronger than his instincts. There was no way he was returning to the cabin. There were no more hard decisions he’d force himself to face.
The birds kept singing overhead, and to Matthew, it seemed almost rude of them to carry on like that. He recalled how he used to think of the birds and squirrels as his friends; that was before he met Alfred. It wasn’t fair that he would have to give up Alfred.
Matthew sobbed. He wanted someone to comfort him, but everyone he loved was so far away in so many ways. Soon, the forest floor was so thick with plant life that Matthew had to change directions. He spied a clearing a short distance away and m
Hetalia: Rainy NightTonight was the fourth rainy night in a row. Between the cloudy days and stormy nights, Arthur hadn’t see the sun in forever. Not that he missed it.
“Not that I miss anything at all,” he said aloud, turning the picture frame around. He debated throwing the photo away. It wasn’t like he wanted to see that loudmouth’s goofy, bespectacled face every time he walked into his study.
Outside, the wind howled. Arthur shut the study door behind him, hoping to make the large room seem cozier. It was on nights like these that Arthur’s mind tended to wander.
So many memories haunted him. Every drop of rain that fell made him think of all the wasted seconds. The little boy who admired his every action somehow grew into the young man who would rather face death than stay by his side. Whatever had gone wrong, it was always itchingly beyond Arthur’s grasp.
“No,” Arthur said to himself. He
Beginnings, Chapter EightWhen Arthur and Matthew pushed the cabin door open, they were met with the delicious smell of Francis’ cooking. Whatever it was had been made with lots of butter and fresh herbs - and there was little left of the dish.
“I’ll bet you’re regretting not staying for lunch,” Francis said as he scrubbed the pan. Arthur scoffed, refusing to admit how much he missed Francis’ cooking.
“Suit yourself,” said Francis. He handed a cleaned dish toward Alfred so the child could dry it, but Alfred had already run off. Matthew looked around and found Alfred bouncing on Arthur’s bed. In mid-air, Alfred stuck his legs out in front of him, bounced to a sitting position, and let momentum take him off the bed. He stopped inches away from Matthew, who flinched.
“You missed lunch,” Alfred said. Matthew shrugged. Even when enveloped in the scent of delicious food, Matthew still couldn’t think
Beginnings, Chapter SevenThe two walked without direction for some time, allowing themselves to become lost together amongst the sounds of birds and rushing river water. Eventually they came to a boulder that was large enough for them both to sit atop. Matthew struggled to climb it, at which point, Arthur picked him up and sat him on a smooth edge of the rock’s surface. Then Arthur climbed up beside him. The two sat together in a peaceful silence.
As Matthew leaned against Arthur’s body, he felt comforted. His last wisps of nervousness, he realized, were awkward modesty. After all, here was the Earth’s most powerful empire, who had the whole world as his back garden, and he was choosing to spend time with just this one tiny colony. It was an honour Matthew found a little bit overwhelming.
“Aren’t you busy?” Matthew asked. Arthur looked down at him and smiled.
“Right now,” Arthur said, “I am doing the mo
Beginnings, Chapter SixWhen they returned to the cabin, they found it decorated in a fun, albeit unusual way. Streamers of red, white, and blue hung from the rafters, but only on one side of the cabin. On the other, there was a banner that said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MATTHEW AND ALFRED.” The furniture had been rearranged, although to what end, no one could say.
“Welcome home, boys,” Francis said, climbing down from atop a chair. Matthew and Alfred wandered wide-eyed through the cabin.
“Wow!” said Alfred. “This is all for my birthday?”
“And Matthew’s,” said Francis. Matthew smiled appreciatively as Francis tossed his hair. “Of course, the side I decorated is so much nicer, so please take that as an expression of my parental doting on both of you. Arthur’s side is, well, don’t make him feel too bad about it.”
“I heard that, frog!” came a voice from outside. Arthu
Beginnings, Chapter FiveThe cabin’s interior felt humid and stuffy, yet there was an unspoken agreement between Arthur and Francis not to go outside. What they were about to discuss didn’t need to be exposed in daylight. Besides, it was better to attribute the imminent discomfort to the environs.
“Matthew is growing up so quickly,” Arthur said. Francis nodded.
“Indeed. And he was eager to see you and Alfred. Usually, he is quite shy.”
“Shy, is he?” Arthur said. “Very good. That means he’s less likely to grow up to be a philandering, egocentric libertine.”
The glare in Francis’ eyes had daggers in it.
“Yes, Matthew is rather shy and sensitive. That means he has emotions. You know what emotions are, right, Arthur?”
“Of course,” Arthur replied. “They’re those things you blame for your habit of sleeping with half of Europe.”
Beginnings, Chapter FourHauling mountains of luggage, plus the sleeping child, Arthur plodded up the path to the log cabin. He knocked at the door. And waited. And waited. Arthur looked back over his shoulder. The driver had already left, meaning Arthur was alone. At least, he felt alone. The sleeping child was more a responsibility than a companion, and Arthur felt more weighed down and tired than he had felt in ages. At long last, the door creaked open.
There he was, just as Arthur remembered. Tall, long haired, and with something of a miniature beard. Francis’ eyes sparkled just as they had on the day he and Arthur had met. All at once, Arthur felt the bittersweetness of lost love and the angry rush of bloody battle. There were a million words he wanted to say. He started with one.
“Welcome to my home,” Francis replied. “Please, come in.”
The moon trembles with your wing beats.
Do not let the wolves whittle lies
into your hallowed bones, for you
were never miniscule. You are
centimeters contorting into meters,
minute millimeters morphing
into a colossal kilometer.
Your shadow prowls the hunting grounds,
but you are no killer. Kind hearted
birds are more than powerless prey.
Loveliest Lark, surround yourself
with temperate touches and
weave wonder into those you come across.
And while white fireflies blink
in their lighthouse language,
know that there is hope slung
beneath your fluttering feathers.
TimeWe live by it
The infinite lives in it, nothing can stop him
We are like slaves who live only for the happiness of the Lord
We can not escape reality, we live and die by it
Every second is a second lost less in our lives
Every little moment is golden because it is a moment that does not return
Time is a cruel master, immortal and infinite
This killing us every moment
You can not escape us, not in the choice
We are obliged to live knowing that we only have a future
And that makes it worth life
The only certainty we have is the only reason that life itself
For without this, that grace existed in living
We would be world time for nothing
We'd live like fools and idiots who do nothing to be remembered
Who do nothing for recognition
Soar AwayClouds brooding
I soar away
Love Me Like the SnowfallLove me, gently, like the snow
As it cascades over the world
Sweetly, softly, decorating the Earth in white
Possessing me, caressing me
Love me, sweetly, like the snowflakes
As they dance and whirl through the air
As they blanket the world in cold
And wrap me in their embrace
Love me, intensely, like the raging blizzard
Drowning the soil in winter’s grip
Withering the flora to brown and gray
Sweeping the land’s harvest away
Love me, peacefully, like the snowfall
Stroking my skin with tender care
Beckoning me to peaceful sleep
Filling my soul with calm content
And I promise to love you back
Thanksgiving TimeIt is autumn now and cold winds whistle.
The leaves on the trees are already coloured.
Soon, summer dreams walk in November gowns
And veils of mist cover meadow land.
At night, a host of stars looks down on tired souls.
They sparkle brightly in the dark clouded sky.
When sun rays steal the daybreak,
Often frost will already come along with them.
The cornfield in the valley is already cut.
It was transformed into gold by autumn's hand.
Then, when winter strides through the vast land,
He will pay the time with his white tribute.
Now, the harvest in the gardens is fully ripe.
Its seeds were already sown in March
And God's hands quietly nurtured the steady growth,
Early in the morning through to the late evening.
The dark cellar will be filled with many things:
Vegetables, fruit, potatoes - big and small.
When mother's caring hands fill empty plates,
We will be grateful for these gifts we have.
How wonderful sheltered with good grace
Is the great world in the change of time!
And when we wa
Through the PrismsWhite light shoots through the shaped glass,
breaking free as a rainbow torrent on the other side.
The rainbow goes through a second prism,
returning to its fair luminous form.
We are the spectrum manifested.
We fell through the prism and became
colored incarnations of the light.
Each connected since the beginning
and until the end.
When our time to leave comes,
we will go through the second prism
and we will return, return to purity.
Oh the Snow.What is that I see in the distance?
A white barren plain of glistening snow.
The flakes flutter to the ground outside
then they blow past in a gust of wind
Now I wonder, why is there snow there,
but not here?
The plain is a gradient
starting pure white over there,
but at my feet it is lush green.
What does that mean?
Does it mean anything at all?
Maybe its just me, noticing the little things
Is the snow just heavier over there?
Oh how will I know.
I'm stuck inside to witness the spectacle
that is white, fluffy, crystals of snow.
I wish I were outside to feel it.
Bound Zangoose! What do you do!?Suggested by :iconnathanthelucario:
You were walking to an abandoned hotel with some other people there. You were talking to some of them until you heard a muffled scream. The only one who was curious is yourself, so you went where the sound came from.
When you came to the noise, you see a female Zangoose tied up in a spread eagle position. She was gagged with a big ball gag and she was also struggling very madly. You looked around if her captor was there, but didn’t see anyone.
You decide to…
A: Let her go.
B: Let her go with you to your home.
C: Take her as a slave/pet.
D: Have “fun” with her.
E: Tell the others at the hotel.
G: Other stuff you have in your mind.