Critic in Couture_Lost and Found_To Reminisce of a Love_Leviathan
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Critic in Couture
Kya won the school pumpkin carving contest the last three years in a row, but that was before Gemma. Next to her freshly gutted pumpkin, Kya lined her tools in descending order of utility. The fine tip markers she would use to free hand the design were first, followed by her stainless steel professional-grade carving kit. Each blade tucked neatly into its designated location.Kya straightened her back, took a deep breath, and reached for her marker to begin her design. At the same time, Gemma seated herself across the kitchen table, crossing one leg over the other, her elbow perched on the back...
Lost and Found
The air is twww.onedoor.cchick with movement. It’s saturated in noise, dripping with the rowdy cheers and cries of the multitude of people crushed together into a humid crowd, and there’s something vaguely claustrophobic about the whole experience. The need to hurl out the latest meal asserts itself in between his ribs, rather rudely shoving against his insides. Determined little bugger, that one. Everything honestly felt like scrambled goo, and his head was not feeling so hot either.Nasty thing, that headache. Jax squeezes his eyes shut instinctively, revelling in the cold palm of darkness pressed against....
To Reminisce of a Love
- So whenever our eyes meet, I can’t help but feel butterflies on my stomach. – The maid said. – Tell me Izanami-san, have you ever felt like this?- Just once Aimi-chan. – Said Izanami.The two women were watching the sunset at the land of the dead, the Yomi. A rare occurrence, that happened every once a couple of months, that symbolized the beginning of an era of death. Izanami no Kami, the goddess of creation and death, would have to work a lot harder during these periods, as many souls would have to be brought to the Yomi. However, time passed slower in Yomi, and Izanami liked to ...
Leviathan
Content Warning: Has a bit of violence and mention of deaths. My hands clenched up when I heard that demonic name once more. Leviathan. That’s it. That’s the name of the murderous monster that ruined my entire life. I need to relax but it’s so hard to not have the urge to jump out of this train and track that pathetic fiend. My adoptive father, Mr. Holloway has been ‘educating’ me about stock markets and something about the history of trade. Honestly, I'm only half listening to his philosophical rambles. That’s all the old man does, tells me to focus on the now, and the importance of knowledge...