He's lost his sense of time. He doesn't bother counting anymore.

How pitiful. He thought someone was coming to save him, but it's been too long and slowly, his hope is slowly dwindling away.

The silence is deafening, the only noise that's ever made is his own breathing and the constant maddening, ear-piercing ring of his ears. It's a miracle how he hasn't gone insane. Moving around feels unbearab...

The star lives in darkness, stuck in the loneliest corner of the universe. None of the other stars wanted to dance with her. How she longed for the flickering warmth, even if it was for a single moment...flames sparked, a desperate attempt to attract a dance partner but other stars turned a blind eye, already having found their partner. Her flames died down like a candle, destined to burn, but for...

Crystals floated around her and her skin sparkled in the light. I could see diamond tears covering her cheeks; she knew as well as I did that, we wouldn’t survive this. At least I had found her. She wandered too far on accident. But the entrance was blocked by rumbles of thick ice and snow. the only way out was up but no one would be coming back for us. We would die together. Without thinking, I w...

I look around the beach to make sure no one is watching me, the rules states no one is allowed to go into vast ocean, we're only allowed in the pools and rivers. But I'm not content swimming in shallow pools or floating down rives, I want to dive into the water, get tumbled over by waves no matter how terrifying people say it is. The waves are roaring, as if daring me to come forward. Theres no ti...

The moon flower is undoubtedly a beautiful flower, although it only blooms at night under a bright full moon. Cecelia only ever seen them in paintings and drawings until now. The old path was guiding her somewhere, what did the moon want to show her? had she really answered her prayers? The flowers around her were emitting a glow from the pistil, bright enough to see the path, the edges of their w...

Dear Ceclia

I'm sorry.

If circumstances were any different, I would choose you, stay with you. In any other universe you would be my first choice. I must leave and return home so you and loved ones live. I would rather hope i could see you again rather than know you're never coming back even though it hurts just as much to leave you behind now.

I'll miss your smile, your laugh, your eyes and espe...

If victory had a taste, it could be rich like fine wine being drank from golden chalices at a victory feast. It could taste like cold water, refreshing after a long, hard and challenging race. Victory can taste bitter and sour to those who sacrificed everything, asking themselves if it was worth it. No matter the flavor, Victory is still drunk from the same cup we call a trophy. ...

He can yellow like the bright, burning sun in the sky, like when he smiles or laughs it's as if the sun had stopped hiding behind clouds just to smile back. Flowers will even bloom around him in the dead of night just to greet him. Like the sun, he radiates warmth, giving life to every living thing around him. But every coin has two sides. Yellow is always described as positive, happy, joyful, yet...