Dreamer by birth, Writer by choice.
The Mark of the Reaper Owl
The yellow hue of the daffodil caught Roman’s attention. It was a pretty hue and he was sure Julia would like it. He crouched next to it and gently felt a petal with his thumb and index finger. It was soft and delicate, unlike most things in Neo Verona these days. The war between the two houses had left everyone on edge and ravaged the city. You only found pretty things like this outside.
The White Feather
“Come down from the ledge!” He begged as loud as he could through the pouring rain. “Please!” Those had been the exact same words he had heard his sister yell thirty years ago. She hadn’t succeeded then, but he didn’t know what else to yell in that moment. Had she felt the same way? Perhaps she hadn’t been as scared as he felt now, after all, he saw how the first time ended. He didn’t dare make any sudden moves as half of her feet were already dangling off the ledge.
The Big Red Button
The little happy tune woke him up as usual. He had chosen that particular one because he thought the lightheartedness of it would wake him to a good mood. But even before the first year was over, he started to absolutely loathe every note in it. Despite that, he still kept it as his alarm eight years later because he found himself actually waking up to turn off that annoying tune as quickly as he could.
On Being Human
Backup found. Reinitializing System. Æva’s visuals blinked twice before stabilizing. From the brightness, she concluded that it was daytime. Her last log entry was during nighttime. Of course, it was impossible to know how long her corrupted memory sequence or how old this current backup was, as the corrupted data was always deleted and the new log given the time stamp of the one right after the last uncorrupted log. And so it made no sense to dwell on it.
What Lies Under the Village
It must have been several minutes since the loud thundering noise had awakened her. Evina sighed and got up from the bed, taking a look at the mirror before getting changed. Her snow white hair and azure blue eyes, traits which none from her own family shared with her, hadn’t gained her any favors or friends while growing up in the middle of nowhere. This made her into a young woman with a loud mind and a quiet personality.