Perfect ImperfectionsThis world is a NIGHTMARE
To search for perfection
in an imperfect world is
nothing but mere MADNESS
in the eternity, where
No one fights against time
Who wants a life...
without any madness in it?
At least the world is...
keep fighting for perfection
Because in the end it'll worth something
you have never imagined before
“You are heroes!” ~Lady_Ianite
Heroes, they were called. The heroes of Mianite. But what really makes a hero?
One was the disciple of good, loyal to his god since the beginning. He remained ever so loyal when he kept getting #Rekt during the devil’s siege. It seemed like his god abandoned him when he needed him the most, but he never gave up faith despite how many times he scream and yell at the sky. Or at his ruined base. His god awarded his patience.
One was also the follower of light, standing beside her boyfriend when their homes were under siege. She was as loyal as her companion and kept the boys in check and made sure they didn’t destroy each other too much. The two followers of light strengthened their relationship throughout the war, a feat that that not many can accomplish.
One was the complete opposite of the spectrum, the disciple of evil, the friend-turned-sworn enemy. He was also loyal to his god despite the number of times he failed the one
The TheatreSo many emotions together! So many smells! So many colours!
Can you feel it? Can you feel the skirt of the brunette next to you constantly brushing against your leg as she practically shudders with laughter-
Can you smell the perfume? Ah yes, that sweet fragrance that barely stands out among so many others. Yes, that one, the one of the elderly woman that just walked past, irritated, clearly not coming back to see the rest of the show, her silver hair shining in the dim lights…
The laughing lady, now so amused- oh she has so many worries, so many things to do! Working at the factory, day and night, night and day- but now! Now the posh man with the green jacket, trying to show his interest in her… he can’t even remember how long it’s been since his wife died, that bitter woman. He is so lonely, so lonely.
But not here.
Oh and- do I smell alcohol?
That poor sod, his girl left him for a richer man- and one day, one day, she’ll find out that a good he
Adoption dayToday was adoption day so miss sunny had all the children come out side to get adopted by their new mommy and daddy. What kind of creature adopts you?
Who adopts you
1) single mom/dad
2) mom with a boyfriend
3) dad/ with girlfriend
Or switch I get adopted
Verborgene WeltDas Mädchen sitzt auf der Parkbank und wartet, regungslos und stumm, ganz am Rand der Sitzfläche und mit den Händen unter den Beinen, als wäre ihr kalt. Feuerrotes Haar tanzt um ihr Gesicht; immer in Bewegung, immer wirr. Sie wartet. Sie wartet auf jemanden, der stehen bleibt und für einen Augenblick gen Himmel blickt.
Um sie herum fallen die Blätter und enthüllen eine verborgene Welt aus reinem Licht; ein Königreich der Träume, sichtbar nur für einen Augenblick. Es liegt auf der Unterseite der fallenden Blätter, wenn die Sonne sie streift, vorbeigetragen vom Oktoberwind – einen Moment lang ganz nah und im nächsten schon fort.
Wenn das Blatt den Boden berührt, ist diese strahlende Unterseite unsichtbar; die Oberseite ist goldgelb oder rot wie ein Rubin – hübsch, sagen die Leute, doch die wahre Schönheit bleibt ihren Blicken verborgen. Die Unterseite des gefallenen Blattes wird auf dem Boden zertreten
The Light Keeper Cid Ivers was the kind of man who didn’t care much for dwelling on the past, despite how haunting his surroundings were. His wife had left him a widower before the island became a refuse fishing port, but it was all just a passing thought. No more significant than the fact that a boy named Bjorn used to eat chalk when Cid was still being taught histories he would never remember.
Back in those fair days, when she had graced his presence and melted the crust from his beard, there had been vessels to watch and warn. But these days he found himself standing on the lighthouse’s balcony, gazing into an empty sea. The fishermen were the only ones sailing into port nowadays, and they never waded back in after dark. He wondered what use the pier company had to keep him in lodging at the old cape nightlight. Cid supposed it was all about pity.
On one particular day, as on so ma
SacrificeA lonely cry broke through the darkness. I looked up in surprise, because I thought I was the only one in this room.
"Who's there?" I called out.
The shadows seemed to warp and take shape, eventually forming themselves into the shape of a little girl.
Puzzled, I walked towards her. "Who are you? Why are you crying?"
The tousled, crying child continued to shake. "Hello...?" I said hesitantly.
"Why did you leave me behind?" A voice filled with sorrow tore out from the girl's wrinkled up mouth. "Why did you leave me behind?"
"What are you even talking about? I don't know you-"
"You do." Despite the fact that she was still crying, the sad tones of her voice changed into bitter, mocking ones. "Have you forgotten your own face?" In a whiplash-quick movement, her head tilted up at me and I realized that she
"Are you enjoying yourself?" She spat at me, jabbing an accusatory finger in my direction. "You sacrificed me for the sake of getting stronger, and right after that y
An Outcast's Taleiolet never meant to bring harm to anyone. Why would she? She was just an ordinary girl in college trying to get by, right? But there was something different about her, something that caused other kids to avoid the girl. The voices in her head that guided her throughout her life told her it was a bad idea, but she decided to let the place know of her condition. All hell broke loose
Schizophrenia, A thing that drove people to madness and violence due to some hallucination, always to be feared, always to be violent, always to be looked down on. Most would try and get rid of them as soon as possible, try and live a normal life. But she knew better. She believed that the voices could be turned into something helpful, her auditory hallucinations helping her throughout her life, rather than harming her and telling her to kill people. She wanted people to know that it could be used for something good, but…
She became an outcast for her ideas, people avoiding her, people fearing her, peo
thingswhen things go bad. its not fun. you feel out in the cold. like theres no-one to help you, rather like you're falling and cannot do anything, even worse, theres no-one to help you. no rope, no net to catch you. just helpless falling. its worse though, when you can see someone else falling away, away fron you, and you cannot help them. you cant put out a net. its either not possible or you just have to leave them too it. thats the worst. i hate leaving people to fall to their death. and all you can do is watch. just watch them fall, away, away.