Christopher_Half-blood Salvino_The Depressing Goodbye_I Am The Champion
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Christopher
Perhaps we both could have loved the sun today if it hadn’t been for the way I shivered in the breeze coming down the hill. The traffic was backed up, the sidewalk we walked was cracked and uneven, and some of it was gone. It was a cold day in a new city that brought nothing but the beginning of an ocular migraine from the honking cars idling.Dave was diwww.onedoor.ccfferent about the experience. He slung a bare arm over my neck, comfortable in his green tee-shirt and not really noticing the broken bits of cement we tripped over. I watched his smile stay plastered on even when the scent of sewer affron...
Half-blood Salvino
The sunrise shone a glorious florid orange on the horizon. The warmest hue upon a rainbow that brings gentle passion to those who see it. Reminding people of a new day that will allow them to start a new. For Tanis and Laura, the sunrise meant another day of torment for both of them. Currently seated on the lush green grass at the palace garden. Both watching the golden petals stretch and illuminate in the blue sky.Tanis looked at Laura, who was currently admiring the view in front of her and saw the same blue color on his wife’s eyes. The eyes he came to hate the moment they met his, during t...
The Depressing Goodbye
The brightening sun glistened into my eyes, my blanket covered in white cat paws was as cold as ice, from the air conditioner blasting to twenty-one degrees celsius last night, feeling like Antarctica. The photo beside my bed stood out from many others, shining with glory. That photo was not some old picture of me winning an academic award like all my other photos hanging all over my room. It was my beloved grandma, hugging me with love at the beach. I could still feel the warmth of the hug my grandmother had given me, the love was stuck with me, like a magnet, ever since that day. The beach w...
I Am The Champion
Octava put on his leather suit of armour and placed his sword in the scabbard on his hip. He stood straight, feet slightly apart, feeling strong before the match. Broad at the shoulders, a muscular body, standing six feet six inches tall.His aides, after helping him with his suit of armour, were putting the final touches to it. Smoothing it down over his back and chest. Checking if the pads were protecting his shoulders correctly. Tightening the belt that pulled in an already slim waist.The smell of greased leather was in the air and the armour squeaked as layer rubbed against layer. He looked...