Fantasy
Song of the Wind God 5
Even if he has to pay the price of weakening the gods or even eventually dying for this against the nature of the wind, he is willing. But the maiden refused. Many days ago, she sensed the other side of the air flow around the body signs of increasing decline, can stay here with their own summer, is probably the limit. "You are the wind, the wind of freedom, can not and should not stop." The young lady said softly, the tone of voice is complicated, can not tell whether it is laughing or sighing. "If I can't get free, then please ...... go see the world for me." Please don't worry, no matter where I am trapped, I still have a whole summer of memories with you. Such beauty and warmth is enough to light up the rest of your life. The young man looked at the young girl in silence, watching her stand alone in the wind, her long hair raised along with her skirt, so lonely, so forlorn that he wanted to go over and give her a hug. But he could not do anything. The wind god has no entity and cannot even give a real hug. He could only settle in place and quietly listen to the other party sing a song for himself, the one he heard when they first met. It was obviously the same song, but it didn't sound quite the same. The reason may be that the singer and the listener now both have traces of love in their hearts. The young girl sang and sang, finally there were uncontrollable tears from the eyes rolled down, choked and could not continue to sing. A warm wind blew from her side, as if a gentle lover reached out his hand, the airflow gently brushed the girl's cheeks, so that the tears slipping in the wind dried up. "From now on whenever you want to cry, stand on the terrace, or open the window." The teenager looked straight at the young girl and said the promise he had failed to say earlier. "If you shed another tear, let the wind dry it for you." The young girl and he looked at each other for a long time, and finally burst into a smile of relief, nodded solemnly, promised this agreement. From now on, no matter where she goes, as long as there is a breeze raised, it is as if the teenager is still with him. As for the teenager, he will always carry her song that melts in the wind, fulfilling the girl's wishes and walking around every inch of the world. One of the double endings (comedy version) the day of the princess's wedding, the ceremony was very grand, the prince of a neighboring country proudly riding on a white horse towards the castle, the bridal party in front of the castle on the avenue lined up for a long time. A young girl in a white wedding dress stood on a high terrace, her eyes did not fall on the avenue the prince was walking on below, but looked up at the forest and river beyond the castle, and the mountains and sunrise further away. Those places of freedom where one can never go should always have the wind blowing. The young girl threw the silk silk in her hand. The silk unfolded in mid-air, held by the wind, tumbling, slow to fall. Suddenly, a strong wind rose up and sent the silk back to the young girl's hand, while blowing her wedding dress and long hair high up in the air. The next second, it was the familiar figure appeared in front of her. The young man, no, it is more appropriate to call him the god of wind at this moment, never before fierce air currents around his whole body, rampant, rubbing the air around him are rattling. All the objects on the terrace were blown to shake, and even the girl herself had to bend hard to barely stand still. On the avenue in front of the castle, the bridal party had been blown eastward and westward by the more violent winds, and collapsed. The wind god extended his hand towards the maiden: "Will you come with me?" Come with me to see this vast world, never stop and enjoy total freedom until the end of time. Even if you can't even have a real kiss or a real hug in this life. But at least I have your song and you have my wind. The young girl was stunned at first, but soon a bright smile appeared on her face, only to see her tug on the hem of her skirt, resolutely stepped on the balcony railing, leaping towards the wind god in mid-air. The people below the castle let out a shout of surprise. Immediately afterwards, the view was obscured by the countless objects raised by the huge wind, which was too violent and fierce, blowing for dozens of miles is the sky and darkness, nothing can be seen. After a long time, the wind gradually stopped, the shocked people one by one from the shelter, panic face to face. No one was killed or injured, but the princess was lost. No one ever saw her again. But until much later, the land still circulates the legend that whenever you walk into a beautiful place, please quiet your mind and listen carefully to the sound of the wind sweeping through, it will be very pleasant, very melodious. Because it hides the bride of the wind god full of happiness singing. The wind does not stop, love also continues forever. END double ending two (tragic version) the day of the princess's wedding, the ceremony was very grand, the prince of a neighboring country proudly riding on a white horse towards the castle, the bridal party in front of the castle on the avenue lined up a long. A young girl in a white wedding dress stood on a high terrace, her eyes did not fall on the avenue the prince was walking on below, but looked up to the forest and river beyond the castle, and the mountains and sunrise further away. Those distant places where one cannot go, there should always be a wind blowing, right? "Goodbye." The young girl smiled with relief, "I will not let my tears be seen as long as I am in a place where there is wind." Then she turned and left the terrace, circling down staircase after staircase. Never looking back. According to those who were there, a good wind suddenly blew around the princess as she got into her wedding car. The wind was full of flower petals, different colors, different kinds, and even different regions and seasons of flowering. It was as if someone had given the princess a great gift, so that when she got married, she would see all the flowers in the world. The princess just silently leaned against the window and watched, then opened the window and threw the silk in her hand. The silk unfolded in mid-air, held by the wind, tumbled, and did not fall. It never fell until the princess's wedding car disappeared beyond the distant mountains. Many years later, when the former wind god had traveled every inch of the world and felt tired, he stopped briefly to rest in a forest. The woods surround a flat lawn, is a quiet cemetery. It happened to be holding a funeral here. They mourned a very respected old royal woman, according to the people present whispered that the old woman had lived a life of propriety, dignity and self-restraint. Although midway through the numerous changes and twists and turns, experienced a lot of unbearable pain, but she always maintained a surprisingly calm, never in front of anyone to show the sad color. Not even a single tear has been shed. The voices of all these discussions followed the flow of the wind and reached the ears of the Wind God. Today, he has long ceased to be the same young man, from the time he left the castle, the original stagnant in his body began to flow again, in a few decades has passed more than the past thousand years. The passing time, along with the countless distances traveled over the years, the countless landscapes seen, together with the mark of vicissitudes on his body. "Even if we can see each other again ......" the aging wind god looked in the direction of the funeral and smiled bitterly, "...... you don't recognize me, right? " After all, it's not just the wind that can't stop and wait for someone. People also will always go forward, can not stop where they are, waiting for the wind to rise again. Near the end of the funeral, a sudden violent wind blew, blowing those present to stagger, nearly unable to stand. I do not know where to fall out of a silk, has been held in mid-air by the wind, tumbling, but slow to fall. And the wind whistles, as if singing a mournful song. Such as grievances such as mourning, such as sobbing like a complaint.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Writers and liars 1
Three hours have passed since the writers sent out the stop notice. Nothing has moved in the message section. It's too bad. In the hot and stuffy room, the writer held his arm over his face and smiled bitterly. I thought it was bad enough that I had decided to stop working on a work that had taken so much effort. As a result, it just proved that there was really not a single reader who wanted to follow that work. It's a complete humiliation. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of it. The writer sighed, pushed aside a pile of empty coffee cans in front of his computer screen, took out his mouse, and moved the cursor on the screen to the close page icon. Just as he taps down, he suddenly hears a beep. There was a private message from a reader. The writer clicked on the private message, hesitating, but unable to resist his inner expectation. The ID name should be a girl, the private letter began very politely, said she was a recent new reader, very much like the work, did not expect the writer actually to stop, she was particularly sorry and sad. "Author greatly, take the liberty to ask a question, why you do not continue to write ah?" The girl wrote in a private message, "Is it because of any problems in real life?" The writer stared at this question many times. His fingers pressed on the edge of the keyboard and bounced a few times before replying, "Sorry, I'm busy with other things and I don't have time to write this article again." Almost as soon as the other party received the writer's reply, they immediately sent a second private message, "So that's it, I guessed right, a writer like you who can write awesome stories must be very good in real life too." "I'm flattered." The writer didn't know what his psychology was, and couldn't resist continuing to reply to this strange reader, "But I do earn more from my job than from writing." The other party did not move for a long time. The writer no longer wanted to wait any longer before the other party sent a third party private letter. This time the letter was long and the girl detailed her recent situation. She said she used to hardly read online articles, but not long ago unfortunately had a car accident, spinal injuries, can only lie in a hospital bed every day, the days are really boring, only to think of reading online articles to pass the time. As a result, I inadvertently saw the writer's work, and I was fascinated by it. "The life of lying on a hospital bed is very miserable, but this time I can catch up with your updates, is the most anticipated and happy moment of my day." The girl said in a private message, "Seeing that the protagonist of your work, no matter how many times he is in trouble, is still full of hope for life and can still get up and move forward tenaciously, I am so encouraged, as if that character is just myself ......" The writer was a little moved. paused for a moment before continuing to read on. "The doctor said my situation is not optimistic, the rest of my life is probably only in a wheelchair, to be honest, I was thinking that instead of living like this, it would be better to die, but my heart is still thinking about your update, ha ha, is not very strange, but this is really my mood at the time, like catching a light in the dark, I would like to see once again in a desperate situation of the protagonist, in what way will The way to continue to hold on." "The author suddenly decided to stop and leave the protagonist in a desperate situation, which was too much for me.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Writers and liars 2
I know I'm not qualified to force anything, and I regret not giving you too much feedback before, but ...... selfishly still hope that you save the protagonist, do not let him alone in the darkness waiting to die, there are readers like me need him to live well ... ... "The writer's fingers were shaking slightly as he pressed on the keyboard. On the windowsill beside him, traces of water drops suddenly appeared. One drop, two drops, countless drops. The sultry summer afternoon, suddenly a heavy rain, the whole city's restlessness washed away, and then the rain cleared, as if everything could start again. *** After that the writer withdrew the stop notice, but of course no one cared about it. Except for the girl who sent a private message. Her hope did not break and continued steadily. Moreover, the new chapter begins with a dedication to everyone who is in a desperate situation but not alone. Although the daily update is not as much as before, because the writer does have things to be busy in the present world, but he still does his best to write every day while he is busy, and post it to the serial platform on time every day. Even if the only reader who follows the update is the girl. But if such an update is to give hope to a person in a desperate situation, then it has a very heavy and true meaning. The girl will enthusiastically reply to each chapter, will change the way to praise the writer, and will even register many small numbers, pretending to be different readers to write a message or reward. Unfortunately, her acting skills were too poor and she was soon seen through by the writer. "I'm sorry, author, I just think if there are more readers, you can write more happily." The girl sent a letter of apology and attached a pathetic emoticon, "I don't want you to write so much for nothing and get nothing in return ......" "Not for nothing, now this story would have been what I wanted to write myself. "The writer looked at the screen and smiled in relief. "As long as there is a reader who genuinely likes it, it's not a waste of time." "Author greatly ......," the girl sent over a touching emoji. "Thank you." "You're welcome." The writer replied. "I just want to see someone live well with hope even if they are in a wheelchair." *** The world is so unpredictable, when the writer desperately update, write all the routines, trying to become famous, his work no one asked for; and when he just frankly write the protagonist experienced growth and sadness, the protagonist through hardships but the original state of mind unchanged, but gradually gained more readers resonance. "Author greatly, your text although not particularly painful ......" more and more readers to his message, "but when I follow the protagonist all the way through, I feel that even ordinary as yourself, should also be able to in this bad The world is a bad place to live in." By the time that article was serialized to the middle, he already had a not insignificant number of loyal readers, and became famous in the circle, and the income from writing had long exceeded that of ordinary working people, and the prospects for follow-up looked quite good. And all this, all because at the request of the girl, he saved the protagonist of his pen, not leaving it alone in a desperate situation waiting to die. At the same time also made himself. *** A year later, on the day of sending out the finished chapters, the writer did not stay too long in the readers' group that was enthusiastically celebrating the discussion, but sent a message to the girl privately.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Writers and Liars 3
He wanted to meet her. Instead of responding as positively as she had in the past, the girl waited a long time before excusing herself in a vague tone, saying that she looked so bad in her wheelchair that she didn't have the courage to meet with the admired writer offline. "But I'd really like to meet you." The writer wrote. "Just like the story I wrote, if the protagonist didn't meet the blind girl whose heart was in the end, the ending wouldn't be considered a happy one." The other party was silent for a long time. Finally, he replied, "Okay". *** The writer went to the agreed cafe early and chose a seat opposite the door. This way, when the girl came in, he could smile at her. The two of them had never seen each other before, and just by intuition, he could tell that the girl with the ponytail was the one he was waiting for. Only, there was something unexpected in the unexpected. The other side is good to walk in, not in a wheelchair, not even a cane pestle. Instead, a pair of crutches was placed next to the writer's own seat. The girl sat across from the writer with eight parts of trepidation and two parts of surprise, and looked at the writer's still gentle smile, her expression slowly became ashamed. She buried her head deeply, the tone of her voice trembled and said a number of "sorry". Because she lied to the writer. "I was really in a car accident, also injured the spine, the doctor said there is no possibility of recovery." The girl whispered, "I was really scared at that time, crying all day long." Until she saw his article, she drew strength from it. So when she saw the break notice, her whole body was dumbfounded, and with a feverish mind, she sent him a private message asking about it, and was pleasantly surprised to receive a reply. "Never in a million years, just as I sent the third private message to tell you about my condition, the doctor suddenly came to the ward and told me that my previous diagnosis was wrong and that my injuries were not that serious and that I could fully recover." The girl paused, "I was going to tell you right away, but then I thought, this coincidence sounds as if I'm lying." The writer didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly. "I momentarily hesitated not to say the truth, and later saw that you resumed, but also in the text write this is dedicated to every person in a desperate situation but not alone, I would not know what to say, received a gift that should not take but did not have the courage to return, I ...... me ......" the girl sighed, "at first I was afraid to be taken by you as a liar, the result dragged to the end, instead of their own really become a liar." After saying that, the girl raised her head and looked at him with red eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm too bad to take advantage of your sympathy and be a hateful liar." "You did lie to me." The writer said softly, no anger in his voice. "But I lied to you, too." The girl looked bewildered. "When I decided to stop working on that article, I didn't have a job and I couldn't make any money." The writer said blandly, "In fact, I had just lost my footing and fallen down the stairs not long ago, and I was recovering badly, sitting in a wheelchair all day, desperate for life." "Huh?" The girl's eyes widened in dismay. "My parents wanted me to stop obsessing about writing and go to the hospital for rehabilitation without worrying, but I didn't listen to them, and I was still bent on proving my talent by writing, and I ended up proving nothing."The writer leaned back toward his chair and let out a long breath. "My parents were furious and said they were going to cut me off, and at that time all kinds of bad things piled up together, making me feel that no one in the world needed me anymore and that I could only be left alone in a desperate situation waiting to die." Speaking of which, the writer gave a light laugh: "A second before I received your private message, I was really decided to die." "God ......" the girl momentarily excited, reached out to press the writer's hand on the desktop, "I'm sorry, I did not even know ...... " "It's okay, it's all in the past, I was able to stick to writing while doing rehab later, thanks to you." The writer backhanded the girl's hand, ignoring the blush that rose on the other's face, and looked at her frankly, "So even though you lied to me, I want to thank you." Thank you, for not leaving me alone in a desperate situation waiting to die. Thank you, for saying you still need the useless me. Thank you, for tricking me into living well. END 碎念：The brainchild of this article originated from a foreign cartoonist's news I saw online before, saying that he received a letter from a seriously ill reader when the comic serialization was at a low point, saying that he was not so afraid of death by chasing his comic, and this letter inspired the cartoonist to keep the serialization updated for a longer time. Later, I saw that there were also gods in the domestic online world who had similar experiences and encouraged readers who were seriously ill with extra work. (I'm sorry because I saw it a long time ago, so I can't remember exactly which god it was.) Even myself, in the past two years of writing, I have received many letters from readers saying that they were reading my updates to ease their moods and grit their teeth when they were very sad in their lives. Seriously, this encouraged me and made me turn on the computer and knock up words countless times when I wanted to be lazy and not write. So I decided to put this experience into a story, not only to describe the joy and hope that creators give to their audience, but also to say that the recognition and need of the audience is a life-saving treasure for creators. Thank you all so much for coming to see me write my story.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The Fairy Tree 7
The little girl seems to have not yet learned to speak clearly, holding the trunk of the tree babbling for a while, but did not say any complete sentence, and finally just stared at the tree fairy grinning broadly, childishly called out: "A Zhang." The next moment, the original dry sky suddenly fell heavy rain, the previous dullness and stifling will all be driven away, so painful, so cool. As if that is a praying for a thousand years finally get what you want dripping sound. *** The years that followed were like the good old days all over again for the tree fairies. In the shade of the stretching tree, he quietly waited for the occasional appearance of the girl, for her to drive away the mosquitoes, shade and send cool, but also the nine hundred years between what I saw and heard picked properly with her to speak. The girl has no memory of her past life, is just an ordinary child, only as he told these are fun legendary stories, and the tree fairy does not care about this, and when she is a little older, but also gently teach her to recognize words and read poetry. Each poem, more than nine hundred years ago had been patiently taught to him. Unfortunately, this repetition includes the part that is not quite to one's liking, as the girl grows older, the perception of the tree fairy is also declining day by day, and when she reads to the middle school, she can not hear or see him. Sometimes even the girl herself will be confused, about the gentle fairy all the memories, is not like other adults see her when she was a child playing with a tree, said that is just a child's fantasy? But even if everything in the past has disappeared without a trace, the girl still often go to the tree, a look up to see the luxuriant canopy, it seems to be accompanied by an old friend, very peace of mind. The young girl does not know that the tree fairy is actually always there, every time just looking at her from afar, they already feel satisfied. Even if his situation has changed back to the old days, no one around can see his real body, full of words can not be said. But, no longer feel lonely. *** Twenty years have passed since the tree fairy reunited with her. The former little girl grew into a good girl with a high ponytail, looking for a busy job that requires running all over the world, the days are going by in a blaze of glory. But she always comes back every once in a while, to her hometown, to meet with her family, and to see this balsam fir tree. She can't change her strange habit of talking to this tree since she was a child, and every time she goes out and has any experience, she has to talk to this tree before she is finished. "A Zhang, I have this strange problem, when I see something new outside, I always think of telling you." The girl smiled up at the tree, "And no matter where I go, I always think in my heart that I will come back here." As if this is the origin of the heart. But this point of origin is not as secure as expected, and will soon be in jeopardy. The old camphor tree is rooted in the most neutral and valuable area of the city, there are black-hearted businessmen who are interested in this land, to make the management of the matter to do the unseemly collusion, to bulldoze this place, build a new building to sell. The ancient tree said to move elsewhere, but insiders know that the old tree is not an easy task to transplant, the roots of the earth is always hurt the roots, even if you look for another place to plant, can not be revived to survive is still to be said. Even if the tree fairy has now become a loose immortal, but if the loss of the body, or not. The girl with the high ponytail did not know the specific advantages and disadvantages, but she was keenly aware of the whole thing in the fishy, and their own heart for the old camphor tree's hang-ups.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Fairy tree edge 6
And in countless reincarnations, he waited for the man, never returned. When this camphor tree has been here for more than 900 years, the changes in the world suddenly accelerated, a brand new city was built up, the old houses around has long been demolished clean, buildings rise up, surrounded by a sharp and dense, even the last bit of wind and cloud gaps are blocked a tightly. In the center of the tall buildings, in addition to a fairly clean public lawn, only the old balsam fir tree standing on the lawn remains. Some years ago, fewer and fewer people came to tie the red thread, the rumors about this tree can protect the marriage is also swept by the summer breeze year after year to scatter the light. After all, the world is too busy, just to take care of their own lives will have been exhausted, can have spare time to study the ghosts and gods of the people are much less than in the past, even willing to wait for a sincere will also decay. When the public to the tree hung the famous tree sign, not let people climb close to, it is completely cut off people to pray for the idea. Even if there are occasionally people risk being taught a lesson to the tree tied to the red rope, it is mostly a fun, rather than having to ask for any good marriage. In the countless times between the sun and the moon, the tree fairy silently watching the vehicles and people flowing together on the road next to it, the world today, living is a lot more generous than before, but also come and go in a hurry, rarely have time to stop for too long under this tall camphor tree. Fortunately, the tree fairy has long been accustomed to such changes in the world, the years have sharpened his calm nature, whether from decadence to hustle and bustle, or from the lively to thin, in his long wait, are no harm. Only, occasionally still feel some loneliness. *** With countless times of wind and rain, the original tree on those red ropes and wooden signs gradually decayed and fell off, just like the love that had been placed on it generally sank into the river of time, annihilated and died out. This tree was said to be extremely spiritual marriage god tree, and finally regained its original elegant appearance. Only a section of red rope by the tree fairy with divine power to protect, in the night no one noticed a red light, as his heart for the good old days of the thoughts, never fade. And it is this light, once again to the tree fairy's wait brought unexpected changes. It was a hot summer evening, although the sun had sunk in the west, but the heat in the city has not yet dissipated, boring and depressing unpleasant. Some of the surrounding residents will come to this green area after dinner to take a walk to cool off and find a moment of peace. The street lights along the road have been turned on, the yellowish light with the sunset afterglow that has not yet completely dissipated stirred in a place, dyed everywhere without bright colors, are muddy. Only the small group of red light reflected in the leaves of balsam fir trees is transparent and bright, but unfortunately, over the years, people have long forgotten to look up to see. The tree fairy thought that this evening is repeating the same evening in the past countless, when the change happened. I don't know which little girl from the neighborhood didn't watch, wobbling to the tree, fat little hands holding the trunk. At this moment obviously no wind passing, the whole tree branches and leaves but in that moment violently trembled. For a long time did not touch the ground of the tree fairy leisurely fall on the ground, looking down at the round-faced little girl, lips slightly open and close a few times, but did not make a half sound.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Between Dusk and Dawn
The forest was silent, if not for the trees that groaned and howled in the breeze. With every rustle and snap of a branch, Asephia could feel her stomach drop lower and lower. She shouldn’t have gone this deep into the woods, but if she hadn’t then maybe her keepsake would be lost, forever buried underneath the dead of leaves that scattered around the soil. That thought alone was what kept her from giving up and turning back.
By Amani Arts4 years ago in Fiction
The Glōm
He stood at the edge of the forest, near the edge of Barrow. His dark eyes and curly dark hair gave his ageless face a cherubic sweetness. As he leaned against a tree, a woman crossed his path. A fairy in white silk with glimmering pink wings and large doe-like eyes. She sat on a stump nearby at twilight, weeping into a bouquet of flowers.
By S.N. Evans4 years ago in Fiction
End of the Line
The first thing I noticed--the first thing to reach out to me from the outside world, to pull me back in--was the vibration. I felt it on the back of my skull, bone-rattling, my head too heavy to lift. My brain was stirred and whisked as if all the memories within were trying to gel together --short term or long term, fleeting or fixed fast--didn't matter: they were all spilling out as the glob that defines me.
By Gerard DiLeo4 years ago in Fiction
"Sabotage on the Lightning Wyrm"
“The levitrains are a dream come true,” said Micklebur, a mage in smart purple business attire. His book-strewn office was cramped under the best of circumstances. But on this morning, it had five other occupants, all of different sizes and shapes, wearing wildly different gear. Despite their differences, each of the five wore a small metallic-green wyvern pin on their cloaks, a sign of their membership in the renowned mercenary group known as the Wyverns .
By David White4 years ago in Fiction
