Massive amounts of wind are both music and the dance-floor for the clouds... vagrant, white and puffy as they are - playing and teasing with other clouds and moving freely in the sky as if they own freedom itself. Yet I wondered why at times they cry with fierce and sonorous thunder...
Her hair flowed down her back like black ink of a tilted piece of parchment. Her eyes were fox-like and had an icy greyish green hue like the first sprouts of plants in the snow.
To break me, you must show empathy. Yelling and shouting your frustrations about my lack of work, or need to shape up, won't help your cause. I'll only stand firm in my resolution to not give in to your tempestuous voice. To break me, you must show kindness. If I have a low performance on tests, "Are you okay?" instead of, "STUDY HARDER, YOU IDIOT!" will make me try harder. I want to please those who care. I want those who love me to see me do well. If you love me, and outwardly show it, you will break me.
I feel this blackness come over me. Like a blanket, but not a blanket of warmth but a blanket of coldness making me shiver. But somehow it's making my eyes feel heavier and heavier. I finally close my eyes finally sending me into a dreamless sleep.
All the most educated people agreed that there were cases in law to show compensation required in the case of severe loss and emotional trauma. Thus, those wisely expecting environmental calamities to escalate, added up the figures of what would be required to compensate people for the loss of Earth and their loved ones. They were very impressed with the length of the number. Thus all agreed it was a rare business opportunity for the savvy money professional, a safe retirement vehicle, and the Earth Insurance Corporation came into the market place to great applause.
If hateful stories can start genocides, stories of love can protect us from them, so let's take the technology of creative storytelling seriously and be entertained into better population wellness.
The magic mirror showed the beauty within, and so for the pure of heart they watched their faces take on a new glow and broad feathered wings stretch out behind them.
Art that spoke of mountains and freedom were placed upon a white-washed wall in city that knew neither.
Light shone through the wintry branches, shadowy arms stretching across the ancient ruins. What was left stood in spite of itself, defying gravity in its precarious way. Yet, this place, kept secret by the trees, was safe. It had avoided modern man's destructive touch and so had become a sanctuary for the animals.
In those pandemic days the greengrocer van made a comeback, bringing fresh produce and cupboard staples to the doorstep. One sterile operation doing rounds is better than people leaving their homes and mixing in stores.
One major problem of having a psychologically immature adult population, is that stress bubbles down to the most vulnerable rather than being taken on by mature elders.
They were more like shadows than physical beings - lightly resembling humans-shape wise, but only black smoke. Each form rippled whenever it moved like disturbed water. The only way I knew they were looking at me was the white eyes with a slight blue hue that stood out against the darkness.