Hana, Hanako, Hanabi_Fantasy and Reality_Fiery toughness, pockets of hope, ready to conquer._Why is
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Hana, Hanako, Hanabi
Once, when I was a child, my father took me on a day trip to Nagasaki and said, "This is what can happen when you're not careful." He gestured to the Peace Park around us, the chestnut trees and the memorial statue and the plaques commemorating the atomic bombing. We were alone, save for a few crows roosting in the treetops, but he spoke like he was pulging classified information. "Your great-grandfather, for example. He passed away in the explosion, as did many others like him. Unprepared."He stood with his back to the sun, forcing me to squint every time I looked at him. I was so focused on ...
Fantasy and Reality
I watch the rain pattering on the window. There’s no gentle wind or thunder, but that’s fine; it beats the ice and snow we endured not too long ago. The lawn and trees especially seem greener and perkier, their newly-growing spring foliage swaying beneath the drab gray clouds floating overhead.Then, a stranger holding a tattered umbrella and wearing sanitary gear walks onto our neighborhood's pock-marked street. He glances toward me, and I look away, back to my second-hand computer. My eyes then dance across a news article published minutes ago about a mayor from one county over imploring ever...
Fiery toughness, pockets of hope, ready to conquer.
Fiery toughness, pockets of hope, ready to conquerShe tasted the moonlight on her rosy lips and savored the feeling of heaven and peace. The wind combed the distant hills and howled confessions in empty, lonely plains. Silence exploded, coating walls and door and windows and dust motes. It hung in air, cloaking everything. Her long hair fell loosely around her shoulders like a wave of Black Ocean, glimmering glossy in the dark light. She sat near the intricate window that spread from one end to the other end of her massive room. The rubies and opals that adorned the glistening window sill shon...
Why is the Night so Long?
I saw the yellowish-orange glowing eyes of three tigers every night against the city's light-filled sky. So it wasn’t a surprise that a white tiger, protector over human life, escorted me to the Purple Forbidden City and up to the Purple Forbidden Enclosure. In a dream-like state, I could see two… I don’t know, entities? I’m not sure how to describe them. One was bright white, almost blinding, and the other was black. They had auras emanating from them and were like little balls of light circling each other like two halves of a whole. Both were rising from the Forbidden City to the Forbidden ...