Michaell Brawn
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The Poem of the Mermaid (I)
The young poet found a stranded mermaid on the edge of the bay. Her long tail was submerged in the repeatedly rising tide, but her bruised body was crouched among the sharp rocks, losing the room to struggle. Hearing footsteps, she raised her head and gave the poet a weak glance. With just a glance, the poet saw the sea of stars in her turquoise eyes. The beauty is pure and flawless, soul-stirring. Not far from the sea level floating several ships, the young man recognized the logo on the sails, it is a fleet of ships set up specifically to capture mermaids, it is said that they will be in the deep sea on the mermaid colony to intercept, the single mermaid forced to shore, and then captured while they are stranded. Live mermaids are the most favored plaything of high society these days, and each one can fetch a good price. And now the fleet is heading towards the port not far away, perhaps soon someone will follow the trail to this bay and find this valuable live prey. The mermaid was still crouching on the shore, looking up with difficulty at the young poet in front of her. She did not make any sound, only the wet black hair like seaweed like sticky cheeks, with the faint breath up and down, quiet and mournful. Not at all like the legendary evil creatures that would charm sailors with their songs and then drag them into the water and eat them. Before the poet realized, the body had begun to move first, taking off his coat and wrapping up the mermaid, carrying her out of the bay. The poet lived in a semi-basement at the edge of this coastal town, a dark and damp place, so bad that no one usually wanted to come near it, perfect for hiding a mermaid. And there happens to be a huge water tank abandoned by the landlord, three or four meters long and wide, one meter high, is a generous pool, enough to dip the mermaid in it to stretch the fishtail, not narrow. It is to fill it with water that requires the poet to carry the iron bucket back and forth on many trips. In this process, the mermaid just floating in the pool, slender fingertips clasping the edge of the tank, quietly staring at the poet back and forth. The poet noticed that she didn't seem to be able to speak, even when the fishtail accidentally hit the wall of the pool and shook the wound, she could only make a slight hoarse huffing sound. This means that she was born with those who were captured after the need to poison mute and then sold to the nobility of the mermaid, can not sing a siren song, can not confuse the mind, taking lives. The poet, who had been tense for a long time, was inexplicably relieved. Although the mermaid is written in the legend of the dream creature, also needs to cure the wounds medicine, and hunger for food to live. Looking at the wisps of red in the water, and the pale, miserable face of the mermaid, the poet tightened his hands, but when he touched his dried-up money bag, he could only bury his head in embarrassment. A poet in desperate need, how to rescue a mermaid in distress? The answer was right in front of him. Along the path he walked in carrying the mermaid, there were several pieces of fish scales from the mermaid's tail scattered on the floor. They reflected a soft glow, shiny and bright like the stars in the night sky, by simply staining the light that fell from the only window at the top of the semi-basement. The poet unknowingly attracted by them, after gazing for a long time, reached out to pick up the fish scales. He saw that the mermaid was also staring at those fish scales, the bland face melted with ignorance. The poet subconsciously held those fish scales, they had a strange texture, like silver-blue jade, warm and cold, as if it would seep into his palm. The poet's intuition was right, these fish scales are indeed worth money. Otherwise the town jewelry store owner in the sight of them, fat face squeezed a pair of narrow smile eyes will not have greedy light in the flash.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
The Black and White Witch (I)
Once upon a time, in a distant fairy tale kingdom, becoming a black witch was the most desired job for young girls in the kingdom. It was a great temptation for girls to become black witches because it meant that they would be immortal, eternally young and that their looks would not only not fade with age, but would become more and more beautiful. To realize this dream, girls have to attend the magic classes run by ordinary witches from childhood, and then after more than ten years of hard study, fierce competition, and cruel elimination, they are qualified to enter the official Black Witch Academy and learn the real black magic when they become adults. Every girl who enrolls in the academy will never forget what the head of the academy - the black witch who is said to have lived for a thousand years and who had to wear a veil to avoid causing a sensation because of her stunning appearance - said to all new students at the opening ceremony. "Children, you are all the best and most talented among your peers, start practicing black magic hard from now on, every additional practice means you are one step closer to the chance of eternal youth." Not all students who entered the Black Witch Academy could become black witches, there was a time limit, because black magic could only maintain the practitioner's current youthful state, and could not turn back the clock for the old, so the girls had to practice black magic at a high enough level before their youth was gone, otherwise, they would not only lose their good looks but would also lose their eligibility to stay at the academy and be thrown out without mercy. This made the new girls very nervous, and to be able to practice high-level black magic faster, they were very respectful and obedient to the black witches who served as teachers in the academy, in addition to studying hard and practicing spells, they also did all kinds of chores for their teachers, such as collecting magic potion materials, raising pet magic dragons, and cleaning witches' black robes. In short, they were willing to do anything to get the know-how to practice black magic from their teachers. Unfortunately, the reality is cruel, practicing black magic is too difficult and too hard, many girls failed in practice after practice, always stuck in the low level of black magic, and when they were thrown out of the academy because they were too old, I don't know if it was because they usually worked too hard, they even looked much older than their peers who did not enroll. "Those are losers who don't deserve any sympathy." The teacher of the academy, who had been maintaining a pretty appearance, stood on the podium, pointed to the aging women who were crying and being thrown out, and said to the new class of students on the stage, "They ended up like this because they were lazy and stupid, don't follow their example." Then the teacher scanned the clueless students on the stage and smiled proudly, "If you work hard enough, you can be young and beautiful forever, just like me." The young girls standing on the stage nodded vigorously, with both contempt for those who had failed and hope for their future. They believed that smart and hard-working students like themselves would never become such pathetic losers. So this scene played out every year at the Black Witch Academy, and countless young girls came and went, year after year, without change. Until one day, a mysterious white witch appeared.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Black and White Witch (II)
No one knows what the White Witch is all about, because she always appears in white robes with her face covered, and her movements are discreet, never leaving traces that can be traced, and when she doesn't appear, she disappears completely. She knew everything about the Black Witch Academy and would appear in the town squares of the fairy kingdom, warning the girls present of the tragic situation of the large number of students who had been thrown out of the Academy: "Don't try to enter the Black Witch Academy again, the majority of those who enter are destined to lose more than they gain. Every black witch in the Academy is a cunning liar!" Some girls began to hesitate, after all, according to the data released by the White Witch, the chances of an ordinary girl eventually becoming a Black Witch were indeed very small, and if she was expelled from the academy in the middle of the process, she would have nothing to offer and her chances of seeking other positions in the kingdom would be almost cut off, a risk she could hardly bear. But more girls did not believe the White Witch. They thought that the identity of the White Witch was a mystery and her words were unsubstantiated and not trustworthy, and they preferred to believe the announcement from the Black Witch Academy that the White Witch had chosen to drop out of the Academy because she could not learn black magic, and now she was too old and ugly to show her true face, and out of jealousy and resentment, she would smear the Academy so viciously. "The chance of eternal youth was not meant for everyone." In the face of the white witch's admonition, these girls loudly repeated the content of the Black Witch Academy's announcement, "You are just jealous that we are still young and have a chance, losers like you who give up halfway are either fools or cowards!" Such voices were so loud that they far overshadowed the White Witch's faint cries, and still, there was a steady stream of young girls who wanted to enter the Black Witch Academy, all with a beautiful vision in their hearts: "If I work hard enough to get ahead, I can continue to be the best of my peers and become the eternally young and beautiful Black Witch." Seeing that her appeal did not work, and even hearing that even the future heir to the kingdom, Her Royal Highness, was interested in entering the Black Witch Academy, the White Witch could only take advantage of a dark and windy night to sneak into the princess's room in the castle. The princess was startled by the sudden appearance of the white witch, but the white witch said that she did not mean any harm, she only wanted to tell the princess the truth about the black witch and black magic. The truth is that no magic in this world can help people stay young forever. The so-called black magic is a one-way spell that draws and transmits life force, transferring youthfulness from a girl who has practiced the first level of black magic to a black witch who has practiced the higher level of black magic. This means that the higher the level of black magic a black witch practices and the more students she teaches, the more youthful energy she can draw from them, stealing the students' life force to maintain her youth. That's why those students look so old, and the more diligently they practice, the faster they age. In the end, only a very few lucky ones were able to break through the limits of the spell and practice high-level black magic themselves, becoming a member of the Black Witch. But such luck is ultimately based on the fact that countless girls have been deceived and sacrificed, and the black witches are bound to tell the lie for generations to come to ensure that there is a constant supply of young girls to dedicate their life force to.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Black and White Witch (V)
At first, like other ordinary girls in the kingdom, she wanted to become a black witch with all her heart, and she did have an exceptional talent, and soon succeeded in breaking through the limits of black magic practice, reaching a high rank and officially becoming a member of the black witch. At the same time, she also learned the ugly secret of eternal youth. She was initially shocked by this, but being at the bottom of the Black Witch clan, her thoughts were not taken seriously, and she also knew that she was not the first Black Witch to try to expose such lies. "Those seniors all ended up disappearing without a sound along with their ideals." The white witch sighed softly, "And I, who keep gaining benefits by black magic, seem to be in less and less position to say anything more." She then spent many years in numbness and confusion, maintaining an apparent harmony with other black witches, deceiving innocent young girls with lies that had been passed down for generations, and watching the evil swell up and become omnipresent. Until the guilt inside her could not be suppressed and she made an important decision. "I think I should fight my way up the ladder to the top of the Black Witch organization." The white witch reached up and pulled up the snow-white hair that had fallen from her forehead, "If I can become the academy president of the Black Witch Academy, I might have enough power to turn this situation around." The queen suddenly gave a light laugh: "That is impossible." "Yes, I was still too naive at that time." The white witch laughed to herself, "I spent hundreds of years to reach the top of the mountain, and then found out that the so-called summit was just a small stone that was held up to the highest point by countless cornerstones, trying to crush the whole mountain range by its weight alone, it couldn't do it." Not to mention that the black witches who rely on black magic for eternal youth would not support her, and even the ordinary witches who do not know black magic themselves would not want her to debunk this rumor. How else are they going to rely on running ordinary witchcraft tuition classes to recruit class after class of little girls who want to enter the Black Witch Academy? "So you came to me." The Queen keenly took over, "To end it all by an outside force, to uproot the entire Black Witch community, this is your last hope." "That's right." The White Witch looked at the Queen and revealed a faint smile, "And you have not let me down." After that, the White Witch stood up and looked up at the peculiar gray flame next to her. The group of flame is neither bright nor hot, so ambiguous and unknown hanging in the air burning, the gray-white tongue of fire in all directions, scattered but not light, but cast a thick black shadow, there is a kind of ghostly demon of the inexpressible. "A long time ago, the founder of the Black Witch lit this fire, and since then every girl, when she officially becomes a Black Witch, makes a contract with this fire, vowing to maintain it for eternity in her life and not to mention anything about it where she cannot see it." The white witch's face was reflected by the firelight in a complex of light and shadow, shadows, it is impossible to see the expression at this time, "and it gives us back so that we can gain power from it and set up a spell that can draw the life force of young girls." It can be said that this is the origin of black magic that black witches draw young life force, without it, although the black witches can still perform other magic, but want to stay young forever like in the past is no longer possible.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Black and White Witch (VI)
The White Witch had tried countless times to extinguish the flame, but the will of the entire Black Witch community to preserve it was too powerful for her to match, and she had to let it continue to burn. It was only when most of the other Black Witches' power was lost and the power of the flame was weakened that she was able to fight against the will of the founding Black Witch from a long time ago. The queen also stood up and walked to the circle of gray flame and looked at the white witch: "You intend to extinguish it?" The White Witch nodded: "People are always good at forgetting past tragedies and being led astray again by the temptation at hand. The only way to completely solve the problem is to extinguish it." "I am afraid that this will not completely solve the problem." The queen's face also became grave, "Since someone can ignite it in the past, then I believe there must be someone else who knows how to make it rekindle the method. And you have made a contract with it to maintain it forever, if you break the contract ......" "then I will be consumed by this flame and turned into ashes." When the white witch said this, there was no semblance of sadness or timidity, there was a dignified silence in her gaze. "But that's just as well, because only successive Black Witch Academy heads know the way to make this fire rekindle, and I will take this secret with me to hell." At this point, a light smile of relief surfaced on the white witch's face: "All along I have been part of this evil myself, and this will be a kind of atonement for what I have done in the past." The queen did not speak, just stood silent and frowned. "I know you can always understand." The White Witch walked over and embraced her sincerely, "Thank you for fighting alongside me all these years, but on the next path, I have to walk alone. Farewell, my dearest friend." After saying that, the white witch took a few steps back, faced the gray flame, spread her hands in the gesture of casting a spell, and began to chant the incantation with a firm gaze. The flame then as if it had life, in mid-air violently shaking expansion, countless pairs of white light hands from it, densely shining in the direction of the white witch, more and more, closer and closer, is about to grab her fluttering hair ...... white witch suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of the head. As she fell to the ground in a daze, the flames and light hands in her vision also froze, motionless. "I'm sorry." The voice came from behind her as the Queen attacked her from behind with the hilt of her sword, causing the halfway through chanting the spell to abort. "I cannot allow you to put out the flame." "You?!" The White Witch collapsed helplessly to the ground, unable to get up for a moment, and could only watch as the Queen approached the ball of flame. "I remember the first time I saw you, I was still very young." The queen looked at the white witch with the expression she had when she was immersed in fond memories, then she reached out and touched her face, "You are still as beautiful now as you were then, while I, for one, already have wrinkles." The white witch tilted her head with difficulty to look at her and couldn't help but look aghast when she heard these words. "I didn't think it would take so many years just to wipe out the Black Witch clan and destroy the entire kingdom." The queen's tone was relaxed as if she was discussing something trivial, "It's always easier to destroy than to rebuild, and I guess it will take a lot of time and trouble to clean up this mess perfectly." The white witch's eyes were tinged with astonishment: "Do you want to ......" "Do you remember? In the earliest days, I also wanted to enter the Black Witch Academy and learn the method of eternal youth." The queen suddenly smiled, "In fact, I have never been afraid of becoming old and ugly, but I can't deny that the title of the kingdom's first beauty has helped me a lot along the way."
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Black and White Witch (VII)
Whether it was being chosen as the heir to the kingdom from her parents' favor, convincing the king and ministers to support the crusade against the Black Witch clan, or gaining the love and trust of the people, she knew in her heart that these favors did not come from her intelligence and talent alone. At least not all of them. So in the foreseeable future, the difficult future, she still needs to hold on to this power, the power of youth, the power of beauty. "You're setting yourself on fire!" The white witch clutched her hands in anger, "This flame contains infinite evil, and if it is not completely extinguished, there will always be escaped black witches who can use it to reopen the spell, compel people and plant hidden dangers!" "You're right, but to make things happen you have to make trade-offs, everything can't be perfect." The queen has been very close to the group of flames, gray fire reflected in her dark pupils, there is a strange sense of beauty, "of course I do not do so selflessly, still have a little selfishness." The first time the voice fell, the countless pairs of light hands that were originally directed towards the White Witch came to life again and turned towards the location of the Queen. Perhaps they have long been accustomed to the selfishness and greed of people, this is the fuel that allows them to continue to survive, is the most delicious food, as long as the smell of a similar scent, will be excited to approach. The queen, who was aware of this, did not dodge but took the initiative to hold the nearest light hand. In the moment of touching, the light hand around the instant illusion of infinite light beard, gradually spread towards the queen around the body, more and more accumulation. The queen did not care about this, but only tilted her head calmly to look at the witch: "I do not want you to die because of this, please you must live well." This is my greatest selfishness. Only in this way can you see the contract I made with you back then come into effect. Let the people of the kingdom have a happy life and let the kingdom have a virtuous queen. "No!" Tears rushed out from the white witch's eyes, each tear melted with endless despair and sadness, "No one can directly control it, you have no idea what price you will pay for it ......" Unfortunately, everything could not be undone. The queen has been wrapped in that flame, only the face is still not covered by the scattered light beard. At this moment, that face is erased from the traces of the years and changed back to the appearance of the White Witch when she first met her. It is the most youthful and shining years, with no less than the White Witch's, unparalleled beauty. In a trance, the White Witch seems to see the former princess smiling at herself: "Thank you for fighting alongside me all these years, but on the next road I can only walk alone. Farewell, my dearest friend. I will always remember you" Then the gray flame surged up and completely merged with her. In the light, the queen once again had the most stunning young beauty, as well as quietly hidden in the shadows, not knowing when to pay the heavy price. And in the white witch's blurred vision, the world is no longer the difference between white and black. There is only a gray flame burning, chaos does not end.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Champion (I)
The Candy Kingdom's annual sweet competition is about to begin, and Miss Toffee has finally made up her mind and signed up for the first time. She had not participated in many previous competitions, not because she was not confident in her sweet strength, but because the rules of the competition were too peculiar. This competition is no fixed judges, according to the rules of the competition, each participant needs to bring an exclusive judge. The residents of the candy kingdom have the special ability to sense the sweetness value by touching each other (and with the permission of the other party), when the official competition, just touch the contestants by the judges, and then report the sensory value to the competition organizing committee, the highest sensory value of the contestants will be able to obtain the supreme glory of the candy kingdom and become the champion of the competition. Don't worry about who will cheat and lie, the candies can't lie in the matter of induction value. But to say that there is no unreasonable place in the selection rules, of course, there is, that is very unfriendly to single dogs. When the judge touches the contestant, the sweetness value sensed in the heart is not only the sweetness of the other party but also more or less the sweetness of their relationship, that is, if the contestant and the judge are a couple, the sweeter the relationship between the two, the more advantageous in the competition. This is undoubtedly true, look at the winners of previous years, most of them are couples with the judges. Single candy has been protesting this, but the competition organizing committee has always insisted that "the sweet taste of candy can never be separated from the mood of the candy eater itself" this ancient principle, firmly refused to change the rules of the competition, which led to the competition is now like a love contest, almost blinding the eyes of single dogs. Because of this, even if Miss Toffee is confident in her sweet strength, she has never been in a serious relationship and has not been able to find the right exclusive judges, so she could not register for the competition. So this year she found a love interest to be the exclusive judge? No, she didn't. Miss Toffee's judging partner is Mr. Chocolate, a gentle and shy gentleman she has known for many years. Hearing that Miss Toffee wanted to find her partner for the competition, Mr. Chocolate suddenly blushed: "Isn't that a competition that couples can only win if they participate ......" "Don't worry, there are examples of single candy winning the championship before, and over the years I have worked hard to accumulate their sweetness value, do you still not believe in my strength?" The cheerful Miss Toffee interrupted Mr. Chocolate and patted him on the shoulder with confidence, "Moreover, I just don't believe that our deep friendship for so many years will be no match for those couples' romance!" "Then ...... that's fine." Mr. Chocolate agreed to the match with some mixed feelings. In fact, over the years he has been secretly in love with Miss Toffee, but the old can not muster the courage to confess. He was afraid that if the other party did not accept, he would not even be able to do ordinary friends. When he first heard that Miss Toffee wanted to be his partner in the competition, Mr. Chocolate's heart swelled with hope, thinking that she was hinting that she wanted to be his lover. He was so close to making his feelings known to Miss Toffee on the spur of the moment. But then Miss Toffee said that the relationship between the two was a "deep friendship", which directly gave Mr. Chocolate a death sentence for his thoughts, and he had to swallow what he wanted to say.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Champion (II)
Mr. Chocolate was also quite sweet, but those words swallowed but can not control the fermentation of a little sour. Of course, Mr. Chocolate will not show this sadness, he knows to become the champion of the sweet competition is Miss Toffee's dream for many years, to win the competition over the years she has also put a lot of effort into it, but he does not want to take their affairs at this critical moment to affect Miss Toffee's mood. I hope you can make your dream come true. Mr. Chocolate thought silently. I'll always be there for you. Soon it was the day of the official competition, Miss Toffee and Mr. Chocolate stood together in the preliminary round, feeling both anticipation and apprehension. In the whole field, it seems that they are the only pair of candy relationship is only friends and not a couple. The moment the organizing committee issued the official instructions for the competition, the contestants and their respective co-judges all embraced and kissed each other intimately - although the sweetness value of each other can be sensed wherever the candies touch each other, it is said that the sweetness value tasted by kissing is most likely to explode. Looking around at the couples' lovemaking, even the big-hearted Miss Toffee was a little embarrassed, and she looked sarcastically at Mr. Chocolate: "Uh, let's ......" Instead, the always shy Mr. Chocolate was calmer, and he reached out and gently touched Miss Toffee's fingertips. Miss's fingertips. "That'll do." He smiled in encouragement. "You have to believe you're sweet enough." Mr. Chocolate proved to be right, and even with just a light touch of his fingertips, the measured sweetness was enough to beat the other competitors in the preliminary round. The two candies made it to the final round, defeating strong opponents and making it to the final round. Standing on the final round, looking at the countless spectators around, Miss Toffee was so excited that her face flushed red, and smiled happily at Mr. Chocolate: "I've never been this close to my dream, I couldn't have done it without you, thank you so much!" After saying that, she gave Mr. Chocolate a big hug. Mr. Chocolate was a bit overwhelmed by this sudden hug and was confused for a while before he also reached out and hugged Miss Toffee. I'm so happy and proud of you. Mr. Chocolate thought silently. Even if we are just best friends forever ...... The moment this thought rose, a great sour feeling came to Mr. Chocolate's heart, along with other sorrows that had been pent up for a long time also came out, and together they became heavy and unbearable, almost mixing into a bitter taste. Because of this bitterness, Miss Toffee's sweetness value was lowered in the final stage, and she lost to Granny Malt by a narrow margin. Miss Toffee was so devastated by this "one step away from the championship" that she sat on the edge of the road after the competition, hugging her knees and shedding tears. It was the first time Mr. Chocolate saw the strong Miss Toffee in tears, and he stood by helplessly, not knowing what to say to comfort her. It seems that no matter what to say is very weak, no position. After all, it was all because he had concealed those little thoughts that had caused Miss Toffee's failure, and Mr. Chocolate's heart was filled with guilt. "I'm sorry." Mr. Chocolate whispered as he handed over the tissue. "Why are you apologizing?" Miss Toffee took the tissues and wiped away her tears, barely stopping her crying, "I lost the match because I wasn't strong enough, it has nothing to do with you." "No, it has to do with me." Mr. Chocolate was almost overwhelmed by the guilt in his heart, he wanted Miss Toffee to have the right to know the truth, and he couldn't let her take all the blame for the defeat on herself alone.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Champion (III)
His heart aches for her and he doesn't want to see her so upset. So Mr. Chocolate decided to confess to Miss Toffee the reason why he lost the competition, even if it would reveal his heart. "That's the way it is, I'm sorry, it's because I like you that I made you lose ......" Although Mr. Chocolate's voice was getting smaller and smaller, he wasn't going to run away anymore, "but I hope you don't misunderstand, I'm sorry for what I've been hiding from you I hope you don't misunderstand, I apologize for hiding something from you, not for liking you." Here, Mr. Chocolate paused and forced himself to look Miss Toffee straight in the eyes, with a frank determination in his tone, "Because we don't have to apologize for truly liking someone." Miss Toffee looked at Mr. Chocolate quietly for a long time before nodding: "Yes, no one should apologize for genuinely liking someone." Mr. Chocolate suddenly felt his courage to confess before all of a sudden slipped away, at this moment, he could not say anything else, and can only wait anxiously for her to give a verdict on his sincere feelings. I didn't expect Miss Toffee to laugh suddenly, and while laughing, she punched Mr. Chocolate lightly: "You big bore, why didn't you confess to me earlier." Mr. Chocolate was dumbfounded. It turns out that Miss Toffee has also been secretly in love with Mr. Chocolate, but she is very spontaneous and brave in other things, but only in this matter will still be timid. Especially after her many (unsuccessful) hints, the sluggish Mr. Chocolate did not respond clearly, she had more worries in her heart. "I'm worried that you'll misunderstand and think I'm trying to win a contest to fall in love with a random person, and that seed of doubt can't be there from the start, or it could be troublesome later." Miss Toffee explained, "So I thought it would be better to simply drag you to the competition first, and when the competition is over, I can show my heart to you openly, no matter what the result is, it is considered to give an account of myself." Here, Miss Toffee smiled wryly: "Of course, I also have a bit of selfishness, that is, I hope you can detect during the competition how sweet our relationship is, it is best if I win a championship to prove it, and then you want to deny it can not." But she didn't expect an inexplicable bitterness to emerge from the final, and so strong and heavy. That's what hit Miss Toffee hard, she thought that the friendship between herself and Mr. Chocolate was not as good as she had decided and that their romance was out of the question. "No, it's because we both genuinely like each other that it tastes bitter." Mr. Chocolate seriously looked at Miss Toffee and took the initiative to hold her hand, "Love but not to be bitter." Miss Toffee backhanded Mr. Chocolate: "Yes, but now I feel very sweet." It is pure, not half bitter with a little sticky sweet. Then the two candies came close to each other and exchanged a kiss. The sweetness of this kiss was far sweeter than any previous competition record in the Sweetness Competition, but unfortunately, no one recorded it to help Miss Toffee win the official title. But it doesn't matter, at the moment Miss Toffee doesn't care about this at all, the only thing in her eyes is her dear Mr. Chocolate. "The championship is only temporary." She smiled and leaned into Mr. Chocolate's arms, "And you will always be my sweet champion.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Love You Like Yourself (I)
Jiang Yu and his wife Li Jing lived together for a lifetime, never saying to her "I love you". It's not that he doesn't love his wife Jiang Yu loves Li Jing to death. But he was born with an unlucky superpower, but whenever he expresses his love for the object of his affection, this love will immediately disappear. And this is still a passive skill, twenty-four hours a day forced on, want to turn off can not be turned off. Whether spoken or written, blunt or euphemistic, face to face or across the message, anyway, he just can not express love to people clearly, or they will immediately not love each other. This pitted Jiang Yu. At first, he did not know that he had this strange ability, as a young boy in his second year of high school, the girl in the next class had a hazy feeling, attitude, handwritten a love letter, but also on the way after school, waiting for the other side to walk alone, courage to the love letter to the girl's hand, and then hurriedly embarrassed to run away. Expectation, excitement, and trepidation together with long-distance running made Jiang Yu's heart pound, and it took a while to calm down. Then his mood was too calm and turned into a pool of stagnant water. Even a few days later the girl came to Jiang Yu red-faced and said she agreed to go out with him, and did not stir up any ripples in this pool of stagnant water. In the girl opened the love letter to see the moment, Jiang Yu did not like her at all. After some internal battle of heaven and earth, Jiang Yu felt that he could not lie to people, hardened his head, and stammered back about the girl's good intentions. The other party wiped her tears in anger and turned away, Jiang Yu felt pain in his conscience, but he was not very old at that time, but also knew that conscience and love are not the same things, and can not replace each other. The consequences of this incident were so bad that the next day there was a rumor in the school that "Jiang Yu was a scum who cheated on his feelings". The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. *** When Jiang Yu went to college, something similar happened all over again, he looked at the same professional female classmates, like to scratch the heart, and finally could not help but find an opportunity to confess to others. But this time the situation is not quite the same as last time, the female classmate did not feel him and refused to be crisp and clear. Jiang Yu had expected this, confession is to hold a sinking ship to their account of the mind to go, even after the rejection should be used to get drunk on their beer he bought in advance, just waiting for the night back to the dormitory while madly pouring wine and crying to experience a paroxysm of youth. As a result, the wine is filled, and the pain did not come. Even other dormitory buddies have joked that Jiang Yu, where is your love pain drink ah, it looks worse than the last time worried about failing a course howling miserably. Jiang Yu himself also wondered, he had a crush on someone for half a year before, just a glance with the female students can be happy all day, how after the confession, the state of mind immediately clarified as no desire as the guru of the righteousness? To say that the weakness of human nature is to get things do not know how to cherish, but people simply did not agree to their confessions, makes no sense ah. This time Jiang Yu began to feel that there is something wrong, seriously pondering whether they have any special body. Otherwise, how could it be so odd?
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
The little rabbit who picks up stars (I)
There are a group of cute little animals living inside the forest. They are united in love and help each other. One day the little rabbit was about to have a birthday and the little fox wanted to give it a special present. To figure out what this gift should be, even the clever little fox had to frown for a long time, along with his big furry tail to pull off a lot of hair. Finally, the little fox came up with a good answer: What gift can be more special than a star? If the star happens to be a shooting star that falls from the sky and fulfills the birthday wish of the owner, that would be even better. So on the night of the bunny's birthday, the little fox took him to pick up a shooting star. "Little fox, is there a shooting star falling on this mountain?" The little rabbit asked curiously as he followed the little fox up the mountain. "I've heard Elder Phoenix say before that whenever the weather is good, there will be stars from the sky falling here." The little fox replied seriously, "Let's wait patiently for it to come together." The little rabbit nodded with a look of anticipation. *** Soon the two little animals reached the top of the mountain, looking for a big rock to lean against to get out of the wind, and together they looked up at the clear night sky, countless stars adorned the canopy, linked into a silver river of stars, some of which were still mischievously twinkling. "Wow, it's beautiful." The bunny smiled happily at the little fox, "I've never seen such a nice starry sky." "Hmm." The little fox scratched his head with some embarrassment, "Yeah, it's really pretty." But, little rabbit, they are not as good as your smile. Of course, this phrase wimpy little fox only dare to think in the heart, did not say out. After that they waited for a long time at the top of the mountain, but no stars fell, the night became deeper and deeper, and the wind became colder and colder, blowing on the body very uncomfortable. The two small animals began to falter when a star trailing a long tail of light from the sky, just fell on the little fox and rabbit's back on the big rock above. The little fox hurriedly climbed up the boulder, and saw this is a round, fat little meteor, covered with a beautiful silvery yellow light, should have been very cute and beautiful. But at this time it was unluckily stuck between two stone cracks and could not move. "Help me!" The little shooting star pitifully asked for help. I don't know if it was because the star was too fat, but it was stuck between the cracks, and the little fox and the little rabbit had to pull and tug with all their strength, and it took a long time to get it out. The two little animals were excitedly looking around the little star, but the little star suddenly cried out. It turned out that it was a little star that had sneaked down from the sky when the stargazer was not paying attention. It wanted to sneak out to play for a night and then sneak back to the sky before dawn, but it was unlucky that it accidentally hit a big rock when sneaking down, and its smooth body was knocked out with a clear crack. The little star was so scared that it would break into pieces and would not be able to go back to the sky and see its friends.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
The little rabbit who picked up the star (II)
The little fox and the little rabbit coaxed him for a long time, but they could barely stop the little star from crying. He sniffled and spoke with a nasal voice: "Even if I don't break into pieces, when I go back to heaven, the other stars will make fun of me when they see this ugly crack. "No, didn't you say they are all your good friends?" The little rabbit patiently reassured, "When your good friends see you hurt, they will only feel sorry for you, how can they make fun of you, right, little fox?" The little fox nodded vigorously in agreement. "But ......" the little star was still sad and her voice was lowered to a whisper, "This crack is so ugly." The little rabbit and the little fox looked at each other, a time also silent, under the night, only the cold wind from the top of the mountain whistling past the sound. After a while, the little rabbit spoke: "Little star, don't be sad, I have a way. Even if you are a star that came down from the sky, you are still a shooting star that can help people achieve their wishes, right?" The little star looked at the little rabbit with teary eyes and nodded dumbly. "Then it's no problem." The little rabbit held the little star tenderly in his arms, "Today happens to be my birthday, and I have a wish I want to ask you to help make come true." Then the little rabbit stuck next to the little star and whispered a few words. The little star first showed a confused look, which soon turned into a surprise: "So your wish is ......" "That's right, this shouldn't be too hard." The little rabbit smiled and lifted the little star high in the air. "I wish for the cracks in you to disappear and to be a happy little star again." *** Waiting for the two little animals to see the little star return to the sky, the night is almost over, the junction line between the sky and the earth in the distance to reveal the light of the morning sun. The little rabbit who had not slept all night yawned sleepily. "Sorry, little rabbit." Little fox heart ashamed, "white toss so long, I also failed to send into what you birthday gift." "No, I did pick up the stars, already very happy." The bunny did not mind at all, "And you also accompanied me to see the stars so nice all night, little fox, thank you." "But you would have had other birthday wishes, right?" The little fox touched his nose in embarrassment, "None of them could be realized by shooting stars." "Well, that's a bit of a shame." The little rabbit twitched its long ears, and for some reason, its tone suddenly turned suspiciously gulping, "But my original wish didn't have to be fulfilled by a shooting star, uh, little fox you can also help me fulfill it ......" "What wish is that?" The little fox also put up a pair of pointed ears and asked curiously, "You say, I will help you." "That ...... well, my wish is ......" The little rabbit's face rose red, just as red as its eyes. "I ...... wish to be with the little fox forever." The little fox's face was also red, just as red as its tail. No one spoke for a while, only the early morning light softly sprinkled on them, beautiful and warm. *** When the little fox and the little rabbit went down the mountain hand in hand, the sky was already completely bright. But after all, it is still early, there is no other who came to the mountain, still quiet. Only a small raven that happened to fly by stopped at the mountainside on a lemon tree, looking at the red and white two small animals leaving the figure, somehow very eager to peck their side of the golden fruit. Then the quiet mountain came the crows' cawing. After all, the taste of that lemon is sour, very sour
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction