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farewellThe thuds of the rain upon the clear hard windows echoed around the walls of that quiet dark room.
A man's shadow appeared at the back when the lightning flashed.
Nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing beside him announced another existence.
"Well " a girl muttered, her weak voice barely heard; "I g-guess ."
The man didn't make a hiss, remained silent by the corner.
"I won't forget you " she cried calmly, "I uh "
The tall figure approached and the girl thought he was leaning for a last kiss; her heart almost skipped a beat.
"Let's go." He said, picking up his umbrella that leant on the wall beside her. "It's night. I'll walk you home."
She nodded and followed him slowly.
"Where's your umbrella? You wanna walk in the rain or what?" he asked, stepping outside the building.
"Oh right sorry " she murmured, opening it and gently holding it upwards.
The man led the way, his face always down and looking firm. He knew where to go; he had always wa
The colors of friendship- - written by Adrian Iron Thunder - - -
- the colors of friendship- the Hope -
Once upon a time, the colors of the world started to quarrel. All claimed that they were the best. The most important. The most useful. The most beautiful. The favorite.
Green said: "Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority."
Blue interrupted: "You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would all be nothing."
Yellow chuckled: "You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and w
Because of you- chap 1 ..Chapter one; 'The master'..
"Have you found her?? Have you found my child?!" a woman's voice shouted anxiously at a man on the other side of the phone. The fear held within her rattled with her shuffling words.
"Calm down ma'am, not yet; my men are still searching for her, but there's no trace anywhere so far. You go and have some sleep; we'll call you if anything occurs. Good night ma'am." The officer answered relived to close the telephone.
He sighed and looked back at his worried companions. "So Anything new?"
"We believe she has been kidnapped sir; here's her backpack but there's no hint of her yet; our men are still out there, sir "
"Damn this is the third girl in a row for these two years what's happening to the teens today?" the man puffed shaking his head with wonder
It was a dark, moonless night.
Heavy rain hithard the window panes as the strong winds splashed them
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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