To a close friend,

We were unstoppable, really. I miss those days when we were together and cared about absolutely nothing but our continuous joy. Where there was our silence, there was the ever promised beating of our hearts in sync.

Needless to say, you are always the same as the last time I’ve seen you, you always look at me the same. And I don’t know if we see the same eyes in ourselv...

The sun has always been alone

It is bold and brazen with its rays

That we lie in only when

The sun feels nice on our skin

The sun loves us and wants us to know

So he waves and yells with great heat

But we are displeased

The heat is intolerable and too much

The sun can barely see our earth

But he can hear how unhappy we are

All he wanted to do was show his thanks

To the planet that made him mean...

After working at a theme park for the short months that I have, you see a lot of people come and go. Today was just as insignificant as all of the other days with thousands of people smiling and shaking while waiting their turn for rides. I started my day off as usual, managing the entry lines and taking people’s tickets.

Halfway through the morning, I took the tickets of two people who appe...

Will there be someone to confide in

If there was never a secret to begin with?

I left nothing

I am leaving

I hope desperately

Someone will wonder where my footsteps lead

Only for the wind to blow away my tracks

There is not a world

In which I could want to stay here

I am going now

I will grasp the reigns of my wits and ride

Without a trace

As daunting as storm clouds

And fierce as the piercing ...

My favorite chaotic things are dreams. They have every right to be so jumbled and chaotic when the human mind is just as such. Shall I indulge in a story?

Suffice to say, I’ve never had a nice dream. It’s always been nightmares or vivid visuals with lingering uneasyness until it eventually goes away. My dreams are so disconcerting that most nights I have difficulty sleeping.

Just the oth...

There they stood in a line, the guillotine sat smugly at a distance that felt a million miles away. All I happened to be doing was passing by when one man caught my eye, a cold blue that I had recognized.

I never knew the man’s real name other than the nickname that was used by his neighbors. They called him Saddy for how unfortunate his life had been. Saddy’s fiancée died just a few weeks be...

I’ve met the version of myself from another world, and she’s the exact same as me which is why we have such deep animosity towards each other. The real question about the two of us is which one is the real one. Am I the parallel? I don’t think so, and the other me seems to agree. I suppose it makes me superior.

I was walking home when I saw her, poking her head out of the alleyway that we bel...

Valentine has flown for what seems like forever. The ravens won’t even talk to him when he offers a berry he’d found. It’s lonelier than Atreus’s castle, but he is free.

The winged man rests more than he intended too. He sleeps in short hours during the day, and flies in the cover of night. Now he’ll reach Namora in more days than he’d prefer.

After two days of soaring, Valentine thought ...

Sandro feels disappointed, he’s not sure if it’s Valentine, or himself, however. He will have a chance to apologize tonight, but he knows his winged acquaintance will make some satire retort, let alone listen to what he has to say. He wouldn’t even know how to apologize if he had the guts to anyway.

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Valentine was only a young prince, studying for the crown soon to be ...

(Not with prompt, but similar theme lol)

When Sandro Bascio, the captain of the guard, came to capture the King of Namora he wished to meet peacefully without any bloodshed. He had laid siege to the palace for weeks, and couldn’t bear to see another innocent soldier slaughtered carelessly. Sandro never did quite understand how, nor why he chose to work on the battlefield.

The man led his smal...