This is a collection of short stories and sometimes poems that come to me while I'm bored, I might branch off from one story or post multiple, Unrelated stories. Feedback is greatly appriciated! Enjoy! March Spoiler: Through a Bedroom Window The streets were quiet, My bedroom dimly illuminated by the artificial light from the neon 'Tattoo' sign that hung outside my window. The heavy curtains made a large difference in keeping out the disturbing purple light but did not stop entirely. Pulling up the cool, Smooth sheets to my chin I roll over and bury my face in my pillow, Pushing the nagging fear of walking back into the cursed school out of my head. I slowly slid into a deep sleep, The low buzzing from the light lulling me to sleep. I dreamt of a woman with peach soft skin, Long blue hair and the brightest green eyes. A woman of life. And a man with thick grey skin, short black hair and onyx eyes. A man of death. Life looked to death with a smile, Taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Death, Why are people afraid of you yet love me?" The man looked to life and returned a crooked yet charming smile. "Because my dear, I am a painful truth that people are too afraid to face and you are a beautiful and welcoming lie that no one wishes to delve into." My sheets are ripped off my bed, Sending me rolling off my bed and ramming my head into my bedside table. "Ellie! School! Now!" My mother shouts before storming from my room to return to tattooing. Pushing myself to my feet, I spy a letter pinned to the collar of my uniform. Grabbing my uniform from it's coat hanger I pull it on and pocket the note, Leaving my Pajamas underneath before making a dash for the front door, Swiping up my bag as I run. Once on the bus I sit down towards the back and lean my forehead against the cold glass, Pulling out the letter and opening it, Scanning my gaze over the darkened text. I hope you enjoyed this short story, It's not my best work but I had an idea and a small message I more or less wanted to get across. I will most likely come back and edit this so it runs much smoother. Anyways! Have a good day! Spoiler: Worse than Dying A sweet smelling breeze drifted through the trees, Lifting my short, unevenly cut hair around my face. My toes wrapped around the edge of the damp wood that was my porch, The scattered sand seeping between my toes. Lifting a hand a tuck a lock of my dark hair behind my ear, Enjoying the sweet hush of the ocean and the breeze gently rustling the leaves. My brother approached behind me, Leaning against the threshold of the door with his arms folded across his chest. "Sari, It'll rain soon. Come inside and help me with lunch." Giving a small nod I turn around and walk into our small home, Rows upon rows of photographs lining the worn wooden walls depicting my brother, young and wide eyed with sandy hair. Beneath the photograph had a small strip of sellotape with the words. 'Charlie, 7 years old at Bondi Beach.' The next photograph was of my brother, Cradling me when I was simply a baby with a beaming smile. 'Sari and Charlie, One month and 9.' The next, My mother and father on their wedding day. My mother in white, A veil over her beautiful face and my father with a hat shadowing his smoothed features. As much as it seemed to us, Our parents weren't dead. They weren't missing. They were just never home. It was worse than dying, Not having parents around to look after you and love you. Heading into the kitchen I lift the lid off the kitchen pot, Stirring the contents gently. Another aimless day... Spoiler: The Lone Guard The mouthwatering smell of freshly cooked foods, The incoherent mumble of chatter, The light reflecting off well polished jewellery adorning soft pale skin, The slicked back hair and well kept men arm in arm with beautiful women, The whisper of silken skirts on smooth marble floors, The buzz that drifted over the Royal Events was like ecstasy to her, She adored glittering jewellery and colourful dresses, But she would settle for a leather tunic and heavy black cloak, Short hair cut unevenly and deep shadows beneath her eyes, She might've become a woman of status one day, She might have walked around in beautiful gowns and adorned with jewellery, If not for the accidental tip of a candelabra, The Royal blue dress that went up in flames, The way she fell on the way back to the scene with a bucket of water, The only guard was too late to help, The only guard who consoled, The only guard that was the one held responsible, The only guard that almost lost their head. Spoiler: Until You are More My words caught in my throat and tears welled in my eyes as the train lurched into motion and began to pull away from the station, A crochet handkerchief waving side to side in the air above my mothers head. My sister stood forcefully stoic by her side, Her cheeks bright red as she held back bouts of tears. I couldn't trust myself not to cry if I called out so I simply lent out the frosted window and waved a gloved hand. I was being removed from my family, As I was different. I would most likely never see them again. This is it Leia, This is the last memory they will have of you, Let it be a good one. Pressing either hand over my mouth I blew them both a kiss and watched as my mother and sister disappeared behind the train as it turned away from the city. Pulling myself back inside the carriage I slowly shut the window to keep out the bitter breeze and fight off the overwhelming urge to hang my head and cry. As I gain my composure I lift a hand and tuck the stray strands of hair behind my ears and lift my chin. Two men in suits sit across from me with their hats tipped low so to hide their faces from me. The same men who came and picked me up from my home this morning and told me to cluster my clothing together and come with them. There had always been speculation of me and my peculiar traits, How my sister and mother have the most stunning snow white hair and how mine was a raven black. How I was more accustomed to the dark, How I took longer to learn how to read and write because I was too busy playing swords with my father who might not even be mine. A woman was not to be so brutish, And that is exactly why I was on this train. I was not feminine enough for any man to love me, So I was being taken away until I was use. Until I was lady like enough to be married off. Married off to the highest bidder. August Spoiler: What We Are We are the whispers among wolves, the stars dancing behind Gods eyes and the most prominent fingerprints he leaves upon the Earths surface. We are the air turned to gold, magic in it’s purest form. We are the breath that makes air burn white and cause hurricanes centuries ahead, We are the ripple in a pond that turns to the brightest star in the sky. We are proof that the world works in peculiar ways, so peculiar that we are made to not see the universe shift at the tap of a finger or the parting of lips. We're made to be so truly beautiful that we do not see our beauty, our pure gleaming gold cores that shine brighter that a thousand suns and cause even the lord of all men to marvel. We are the heart beat of every beast. We are the whisper in the storm and the scream in the calm. We are the lightning of love, the thunder of a thousand voices. We are the first cry and the last breath. We are... Credit to @CaptainRandom97 for the last section Spoiler: Walk With Me Chimes sounded out peacefully as a sweet Autumn breeze drifted through the Temple, Painted women walking across the stone bridges that arch over rounded pools of still green water. None of them spared the stranger a look, though his foreign clothing and shaven face making him very out of place. I lowered my hands from their place at my chin, Parting them from the praying motion before shifting my cold gaze to him slowly. He stared back at me silently, His messy chestnut brown hair lifting around his face. Slowly walking towards the Shrine I was knelt in front of he holds out a folded letter towards me, The ebony seal of the monastery on full display. "Chiara Juventas, I presume?" I raise a hand, Motioning for him to stop, His foot scuffing the line of black chalk circling me. A bright light flashed around me in a dome shape, Reminiscent of the aurora borealis, The smell of burnt rubber reaching my nose as the tip of his shoe burns against the shield. "Do you not know it's rude to interrupt someone who is praying?" Lowering my hand I slowly stand, The black chalk dispersing in a phantom wind as I turn to face him. "Yes I'm Chiara. How can I help you?" My breath heats my face beneath the mask I wore, It's smooth wooden surface hiding the curiosity that burst into life the moment he approached me. Extending his hand, He offered me the folded letter with a stoic expression. The mans hands were crisscrossed with faded scars that disappeared beneath his gold embroidered navy blue coat. "I've been given permission to take you off the premises. You may call me Lucas Fider, Only family members refer to me Luke so please refrain from doing so." Taking the letter from him I slide my nail beneath the seal and push it off the paper, Gently unrolling the thin scroll and drifting my gaze over the paper. It all made no sense to me, The lines on the paper swirling and neat but illegible to me. Lifting my gaze to Lucas I fold the paper in half and clear my throat. "I can't read this. It is in a language I don't understand. Why do you want to take me from my home?" He takes the letter from me and pockets it harshly in his grey trousers, exhaling gradually. "Right. This must be strange, the letter states; Chiara Juventas - That's you - is to accompany me to Ruwhen in order to help me fight a rebellion." His tone is clear and stern as he speaks, The near opposite you would expect from a man with his appearance. The panes of his face are smooth and clear, His eyes a deep ocean blue, bright and full of life. His wavy brown hair is cropped short though clearly needs a trim, His skin slightly tanned. "Please, Don't stare at me. You may be wearing a mask but I can still see the movement of your eyes." I'd forgotten I was wearing a mask, Stepping out from the shrine I lift a hand to the smoothed wooden surface and pull the mask from my face. I turn the mask over in my hand, admiring it's craftsmanship, the deep crimson colour of the wood splashed with white lines across the forehead and chin. Setting down the mask I turn back to Lucas, My short honey blonde hair tickling the back of my neck. "And you received permission from my masters?" He hesitates for a moment, His eyes searching my face before settling on my eyes, The golden brown hue of my own eyes reflecting in his. Clearing his throat he gave a nod, Brushing back his unruly hair. "Yes, Yes I did. They've sent someone to gather your things for you, So go take your things and meet me by the steps leading down the mountain side, and hurry. I tend to be quite impatient." Sweeping my arms behind my back I bow low, nodding before standing upright once more and calmly descend down the stone steps despite the mess of questions clouding my mind like smoke, thick and choking. I felt Lucas' gaze burning into the back of my head, watching like a hawk as a slim girl ran up to me with a leather case that looked incredibly odd, though it brought with it a comforting feeling. Nodding politely to each other the student hands me the peculiar bag before turning and running back to the class she'd been pulled from. I had the creeping feeling that today was going to be incredibly peculiar. September Spoiler: For Blood and Bone My feet sunk into the snow as I hurried down the back streets of my own Kingdom, my hood pulled low over my face and a dagger clenched tightly in my fists as drunkards and murderers cast me side eyes and let out snickers. Candlelight flickered through closed shop windows, illuminating the snow and piercing the dark, casting a silhouette of the dark, wraith like figure I'd become. As I reach the stone wall surrounding the kingdom I ram into the chest of a man who came stumbling out of the dark, an empty bottle in hand and the smell of alcohol and opium rolling off him in waves. "Sorry doll, Didn' mean ta..." He paused and gave me a once over, his gaze settling on the dagger in my hand briefly before lifting to my shadowed face. He seemed to sense my irritation, as he lifted his hands to his head in surrender and raised a brow. "I saw nothin', I'll keep walkin" He stumbled past me, a familiar chuckle erupting from the darkness surrounding me as the man practically fell into the nearest bar. The man belonging to the chuckle unfurled a hand, a fire bursting to life in his palm and casting light over him and the young girl to his right. She gave me a snarl and turned away, her cropped white hair shrouding her face in shadow though she couldn't hide how her hand dropped to the sword at her waist. The man bowed his head, though stood upright as I slammed my gloved hand over the fire in his palm and cussed at him in a low voice. "Now is not the time for your dark magics, Connor." I hissed, recoiling my hand before slipping off my glove and stomping it into the snow with a heel. "Oh please your highness, any time is the right time for some magic." His daughter stifled a laugh though stopped when he shot her an unreadable look, unreadable to me at least. Oh why did he have to bring that ill tempered girl. "Do you have what I asked for, otherwise I'd like to be escorted back to the castle. These nights are so far into Winter, it's not safe to go out alone. Especially to go so close to the wall." The wall had been erected in the very early days of our Kingdom, Elinfele, to keep in our people and keep out the illnesses and crime that came along hand in hand with the horned kind. Demonic like men and women with horns protruding from their head and they were as dangerous as they were stunning. Now, all our crime was stuck in here as well, the only way in and out was via airship and strictly Nobility and Royalty had access to that mode of transport. "Remember our agreement, Lina." He muttered as he pressed a small folded piece of paper into my hand, peaking a brow and extending his own hand expectantly. I open the paper first and read it over briefly before reaching into the pocket on the inside of my cloak and retrieve the two tickets for a ship out of Elinfele in two days time. I place them in his palm lightly, being mindful as to not touch his hand. "You will find the appropriate attire in your home as I had them sent to you at first light this morn. I am only able to accompany you so far as I will not step foot past the wall, but I am a woman of my word." I clasp my hands together and lift my chin, a white curl falling from behind my ear and brushing my chin. "You will be allowed past the wall to the docks but I can not promise a ship when you arrive." The girl looked to me, her likeness to her mother uncanny. She had the same white hair and bold blue eyes as I did, though her lips were shaped like her mothers. Otherwise someone might think she was my own child, rather than my beloved sisters. Dusting the snow from his hands after pocketing the tickets, Connor flashed me a pleased grin. "That'll suffice, thank you." And with that the two turned, disappearing into the dark quicker than I'd like to acknowledge. Spoiler: Stifling Heat The mid Summer heat clung to my ivory skin as I ran for my bus, hand outstretched and waving wildly causing the charms around my wrist to give off a sweet twinkling sound. The glass doors slowly shut as the bus pulled away from the curb, a little boy smushing his face to the glass to laugh at me as the bus rumbled down the busy street, as if he knew I’d have to wait another hour in the stifling heat for the next bus. I loathe children. Glancing about I adjust my grip on the bag slung over my shoulder, sweat gathering in my palm and along my brow, my long auburn braid slapping against my back as I stopped with an exasperated sigh before simply watching hopelessly as the bus disappeared behind a semi. “Do you need a ride?” The sudden voice caused me to jump, whirling around to see a tall man with messy brown hair facing me with his head slightly inclined and a curious look etched into his rather handsome features. “Ah yeah but it’s alright, I can walk.” The man started, practically falling over his own feet and almost falling onto hot tarmac by the bus stop. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself, shaking my head slightly as the brunette cleared his throat and tugged at the hem of his grey button down. “Walk, in this heat? Are you kidding?” Shaking my head once more he sighed and ran a large through his hair with surprising elegance and suave, peaking a slender brow before shaking his own head in return. “I’m a cab driver, and happy to give you a lift to wherever. Not for free, of course.” The heat was almost suffocating and I already had an acute, throbbing pain forming behind my eyes. Getting into an air conditioned car would be such a relief, but the bus is also airconditioned despite being more than an hour away. I lower my hand from the strap of my bag and nod enthusiastically, sighing with a tinge of defeat despite not really refuting the mans offer. “Please,” I practically whimpered, causing him to give off a deep rumbling chuckle before gesturing for me to follow with a smooth movement of his hand. I wonder if he plays an instrument? 2018 October Spoiler: His Model Boat He sailed upon an ocean of stars, soaring through the vast emptiness of space alone, counting the stars as they dusted glittering kisses upon his cheeks. His purpose was to bring part between planet, moon and star and tell his stories. Sometimes he wrote of dragons guarding golden treasures, or knights stealing beautiful damsels away from lives of captivity. Other times he wrote of himself, a lonely boy who sailed the skies in a model ship from one shop of memories, of things lost, disregarded and forgotten. It pained him deeply, to see the people he had loved so dearly gaze up at the sky and not read his stories. Perhaps they were not riveting enough, they weren’t like the movies or television shows. He didn’t know how to write like that for he’d never seen a movie or heard the white noise of the television. The boy had left too early to ever have the chance. Some nights he’d sit upon the hoops of shimmering stars and watch the people push past one another, neglect and judge one another. And he’d wonder why they moved so fast. Why they never stopped, holding in that breath, hoping for something better until the tension in their chest grew so great they simply disappeared. The boy wondered why they never looked for that something better and instead simply hoped. Wished. Dreamed.