Fuzzy Dice_For Rei_The Legacy of Sage_Yellow Town
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Fuzzy Dice
Fuzzy DiceThe sky looks like it was touched by Claude Monet, the faint brush strokes of the colours of the sunset. His artwork of nature and executing his view point enthrals me to join a painting class every Thursday evening. I hope that the sight will bring inspiration during tonight’s class. The drive after work is across the city calms my nerves after a long day. I try to focus onwww.onedoor.cc the illusions of shadows and colour during my drive to free me of the days stressors. After class I feel refreshed and so happy that I joined the class it never disappoints me. The class of ten people seem to be...
For Rei
It was raining. Kim Han only noticed because of the sound, the hundreds of droplets knocking on the windowpane, sliding away when no-one answered. Slowly sighing, he leaned against his chair, eyes closing as he heard the resounding creak echo through the walls. It was a slow day, the kind that dragged their feet along the ground as the clouds rumbled in the sky, stubbornly refusing to speed up. Gravity seemed to tug at his arms, heat bubbling up within him, melting his bones so that it dripped down, puddling within his feet. All in all, it was a horrible day. And terribly fitting, too. He shou...
The Legacy of Sage
Not even the birds, squirrels, nor deers had woken up so early in that morning as Leo did. The sun was barely doing it’s morning streches, and he had woken up his wife and eight-year-old daughter, put them in the car with their luggage and tent, and drove seventy kilometres to the forest. Their electric, quiet SUV didn't bother a fly.The dew layed on the barely reborn green leaves, and the half-bald trees swayed with the wind. Nature was steadily waking up after the winter slumber. It seemed she tapped the snooze button and turned to the other side of the bed, as would their daughter, Hazel, h...
Yellow Town
The town is named "Yellow Town" because there is not one single upstanding citizen within earshot. Dirt streets and tumbleweeds spin yarns of "would of" and "should have been" but never "proud of." Any shaky-kneed varmint that crosses the street will not face up to danger or principle. Courage and friendship are replaced by shaky knees and perspiration. A Sheriff's Star is a symbol of courage but the man behind the star is a paper hero. He looks like a sheriff, walks like a sheriff but when the going gets rough and tumble, you might as well give up and call yourself yellow because you can't ma...