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fleeting dreams
petals flutter through the bittersweet wind as the world moves on
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Doubting Happiness
The fateful encounter that I grabbed a hold of by chance, as if there was a red string tied on my pinky that connected solely to yours. I wave, my lips curl, and I run to you, a total stranger, but somehow familiar. From casual chit-chat in the same math class, to eating together at the break of dawn, then finally to playing video games together, leading us to sleep together in the dorm that belonged to you. The clock ticks and the length of our string shortens, bringing us closer than ever before. My feelings linger, growing stronger, and so do yours. Our red string of fate cuffs us together. With worry I ask if you’re okay with it, and you bring me to your warm embrace, “you’re my cute idiot, don’t ever think anything else besides being with me forever”. Our friends hear over and over our fangirling and fanboying of each others’ clumsy and cute bits. We love the feeling of being stuck on each others’ skins-- as if we belong together and if there was ever a moment we were without one another, a gaping hole in our hearts would dig deep in our chest, aching for the heart we gave to one another to come back to its home. Never is there alone time-- we don’t need it because what we need is each other to feel right. Your honeyed laughter resounds in the bedroom as you say that I’m a poison, and you’re intoxicated to me. I giggle as I flick your forehead, “silly, then you’re my drug and I’m addicted to you”. We age together like the most luxurious and the finest of wines. Sometimes we turn back to little kids in elementary school playing tag and performing cringe-worthy fortnite dances, sometimes we’d turn old and pat on each others’ backs, recalling all our precious memories and nodding to each others’ voices. Even when we behave like our normal age, study like hard-working students, we have fun together studying. We don’t even care how bad of grade or how good of a grade we got, because watching the other do work put up such an elegant painting that our brains get giddy and adds it to the collection of number 1039211 of our most precious memories.
Little did we know we were using up our happiness. The tsunami of covid came over us like a fever. Its waves hit hard, tearing us away from each other, and our red string lengthened to its limit-- to the point of ripping, barely holding on. We struggle in the typhoon of the sea, viciously trying to swim our way up, but the waves show no remorse to our love as they pull our heads under and drown us until the world becomes black. Days without seeing each other overflow and into the unknown. In the trenches of my fears, I unknowingly distance myself, and you, like always, pull me back into your ray of sunshine. Morning comes and I’m doubting happiness again in my empty bed. Your lips gently turn into a smile, comforting me that “it’s okay, we’ll see each other soon”, but behind this light I’m still worried, overthinking your every words-- the only pieces I have of you now. Nobody is at fault, but I apologize for doubting happiness.
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Let him be angry
Let him be resentful
Let him be rebellious
Let him be hard
And soft
And loving
And sad
And silly
Let him be wrong
And let him be right
Let him be everything because he is everything
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#in which naruto is so oblivious and hinata is so embarrassed
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Ocean Pebbles
The salty breeze creeps into his nose, waking him up from his deep slumber on the creaky ship. Looking up to the sky’s seas after the spring shower, his past rains down on him-- way back when he was only a crybaby running after his brother’s huge back. Little crybaby him yells to his brother drifting farther and farther with no hesitation, “I wanna become stronger!”. The wind knocks him out of his reminisce, howling through the other ear whispering “Can you really become stronger?”. Instead of teary eyes the cruel winds sought for, he smiles faintly with no answer. The winds fall silent from shock. Only last week did he experience the death of the person he held dearest, and he reacted with the tragic shut down of himself-- he weeped with his knees on the ground, defenseless and hoping that he could pass too, finally becoming a shell of a human. But now he thinks to himself with a burning fire lit under him, crackling and popping, never minding the damp grounds that bring it down-- “I have to go even farther to become stronger”. The next thing the boy does is laugh, bringing the waves to crash down like lightning to his thunderous voice.
I’ll go forward as far as the sea goes to reach my goal. My past will blur and fade, but that’s okay because I’ve made up my mind. The past’s voice beats inside me, supporting me but also reminding me of the horrible rain, but I won’t run away. My tomorrows are like islands that float in the sunset. Even if the island is unknown, struck with death or horror, I may trip and be afraid but I won’t stop going forward. Any obstacles that come my way are just a trial to prove how much stronger I’ve become, so I’ll face them with a smile. The words of giving up may arrive at my lips, but I can never give up on my one and only goal. To be strong will grant me the ability to protect and not lose anything important anymore.
As if the boy’s hearty laugh was an alarm, his crewmates wake up instinctively-- some rubbing their eyes and still groggy, some shrugging their shoulders knowing the overpowering character of their mighty captain.
“So, Cap’, ya ready to move out?” The girl slaps his back, seeing her captain back to his normal self made her grin to the tips of her cheeks.
“Yup! Let’s set sail for the first island we see!”
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Operation Switch-It-Up
“Oi Mafu, are you up to do the crossdressing for the operation? I’d rather not let Crystal do this mission this time. I’d bet you’d rather not let her do it too, right?” The tall man speaks in a deep and cold voice, his hair glistens in the shade of night and his jacket rests on his shoulders, slightly shaking due to his combat boots tapping to a pace faster than the clock ticking.
“True, so good luck being the seductive lady out to pounce on the poor count, Akira my boy… or should I say girl?” The man sits on the couch with his cloak hugging him, he teasingly smirks and crosses one leg over the other, amplifying his princely aura.
“Mafu, neither am I giving you a choice, just so you know” Akira rolls his eyes.
“If we can’t settle this, why don’t we fight? For old time’s sake, perhaps a fight to the death?” Mafu stands up and reaches out his hand, the shape of a scythe evaporates from his skin in the color of blood.
“I’m surprised. For once, I agree with you.” Akira chuckles as he places his hands on his two guns.
Silence. Then, suddenly, the clinking of footsteps thunder the floors following the mechanical shuffling of gun ammo. The slow rumbling of footsteps from the left end of the office, the cries of leaves from the plant being accidentally sliced up in the right corner next to the door, and the tabletop clinking with the coffee sitting on top spilled over and staining the fluffy white carpet creates a disastrous symphony of furniture being reaped. Mafu’s scythe hungrily looms over Akira after claiming victims of broken vases and ripped curtains. Akira still doesn’t lose his cool, instead he points his dual guns at gunpoint at Mafu, the triggering of the button is imminent in a few seconds, and a shotgun explosion can already be imagined.
Knock, knock. Creeaaak…
“Guys, come on, I’m strong doing this mission even on my own. Don’t treat me like I’m weak just because I look like this.” A girl with jet-black hair giggles with her hands clapped together. “Please?” Flowers can almost be seen floating around her, but a dark shadow hanging over her hints at her quiet anger.
“That’s right, boys. Why don’t both of you crossdress and Crystal can be your knight in shining armor? It’ll increase your chances of catching the Count’s greasy eyes, as well… Crystal is your “knight”. Don’t go making a mess in my office for your own personal gains, capiche?” The woman in a bountiful kimono places her hand on Crystal’s shoulder and puffs a cloud from her pipe.
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