Howl

Joined January 2018

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Just a silly li'l guy from Kansas. :)

Linguist, language teacher, musician.

Check out my music and silly little videos: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCj7jWkxpIJymzSA4MG1_Esg

Insta: boyofyuzu

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summer's gone, again
1 - summer nights The sonorous sounds of summer filled the humid night. The rustle of trees dancing, the songs of cicadas in the distance, a refreshing breeze caressing the starlit world. She sat in the backyard, wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts, stretched out in the grass, feeling the blades touch her skin.
By Howl7 months ago in Fiction
Greece: Culture in Every Cup of Coffee
Culture is something that I think is truly underappreciated. It seeps through every moment of our lives even when we probably don’t realize it. I’m from the Midwestern United States, more specifically the great land of corn: Kansas. The culture and world I grew up in was really polite with incredibly minute and intricate details that one would probably easily miss. We have a very entangled way of interacting, changing from person to person. I didn’t even realize this until I went to California a few years ago. While we have a very labyrinthine system for dealing with really anything, theirs is much more straight-forward. I noticed this especially in conflict. In the Midwest, we’re more naturally passive aggressive, intricately talking about a subject where every word is treated like a live grenade. In California, not so much.
By Howl4 years ago in Wander
That Girl in the Painting
The world was silent as he gazed into her painted brown eyes. Every person around him, drawn to the beautifully detailed sculptures and paintings of landscapes, yet he only wanted to look at her. Her slight smile. Her black hair. Her white knit cap and red scarf. She walked under a starry night, a nebula of colors above. The stars illuminated the world in pink, white, and blue. She walked along a concrete path with the grass and trees, a sea of dark green around her. He wanted to know her. Talk to her about everything. Ask her about her day. He wanted to know her name, her hobbies, her. He looked over at the piece’s information. “A Girl, Wandering - Painted on a starry night when I saw her walk by. I don’t know her but I hope she sees this.” She was real. She was human. She was art.
By Howl6 years ago in Humans
You and I, Kissing Under a Street Light in a Blizzard
The only sounds were the soft crunch of my footsteps and the gentle howl of a winter night. The snow fell around me, specks against the dark sky, like stars falling to Earth. It was just me, away from the world, in one of my own. A single streetlight lay near a dark grey bench. I sat down, the chilled air wrapping its frigid arms around me. My vision was obscured as a galaxy encompassed the night. I took a deep breath, enjoying the bitter air.
By Howl6 years ago in Poets
Unravel the Stars
Adrift in the sea of stars, marooned on another planet. The ineffable desert stretches as mountains stand around it. Strange, contorted cacti and old, rotten trees lie around me. I unsheathe my blade, ready for anything that may come.
By Howl6 years ago in Poets
Silence to the World, a Symphony to Him
A symphony of laughter, yelling, and drunkard conversations swell around the bar. The dim light flickers. The mugs are slammed down as a guffaw encapsulates the room. The author grabs his pen, dipped in ebony ink. A new symphony begins. The piano starts, a single chord breathing as he writes. His sentences long, mellifluous and as full as the sighing chords. The keys hasten as does his hand, running faster, his words blurry, lost beneath the music, his soul lacing every letter. A violin slowly creeps in as he dips his pen, quickly returning to the filling page. The pen dancing as the piano sings. The sweat falling as the violin rises.
By Howl6 years ago in Poets

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summer's gone, again

Greece: Culture in Every Cup of Coffee

That Girl in the Painting

You and I, Kissing Under a Street Light in a Blizzard

Unravel the Stars

Silence to the World, a Symphony to Him

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