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It's at moments when the clock strikes 8 and the world gets quieter. A shrill silence that lies heavy in the air and heavier on the chest. An emptiness that penetrates the bones and startles the heart. A sensation of destituteness, if you will. An unfamiliarity with his-self. A plague of the mind spurred on by humbly giving: time...love...patience...care... warmth to anyone but him-self. An exchange for no change. Through this, he lies awake at night or in times when not needed, not knowin
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Over the past few years, I have come to love you with existential dread. Not the kind that encumbers you to the extent you are debilitated but rather the kind that hollows you, leaving you a husk of what you used to be. Yet, It is not as arduous as it sounds and I assure you that it is not what you think. To you with which patient eyes, solemn ears and open heart attend, I hope my message is delivered to you with my original intent and not met with malice. I'd never seen flowers da
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James P.O.V “You're welcome to go back to the house without me,” I murmur. “You sure?” Rachel chimes at the door. “Yeah. I kind of want to be by my lonesome for a bit if that's alright.” “Of course” she asserts,” Don't stay out too late.” “I won't”, I say with the most convincing smile I can muster. Sensing my unease, she gives my shoulder a squeeze before heading out. As the door closes behind her, my smile dissipates. I try my best but I struggle to keep in a whimper
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James P.O.V The silence is deafening. It offers no solace. I wonder why she intends to go about it this way. Why she felt she needed to go behind everyone’s back? “I know you must not have the greatest opinion of me at the moment James but sometimes it's not easy to get things done according to the decorum. I assure you that this was not done with mal-intent. Firstly, I promise to explain myself fully but would you mind telling me how much you know?” The Elder questions her voic
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I am but a second thought. An inconsequential part of others' lives. I speak with no voice. If I do not listen, I am not heard. My time is free. The value naught. My presence is never missed. I wonder what I mean in the eyes of others. Yet the answer falls as easily off lips as water down a stream. It swallows like a bitter pill. I am but a second thought.
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James P.O.V Diana was a ray of sunlight to everyone in the village. This was back in the day when we still had three packs and three mated alphas. In the battle against the Clovers, we lost two alphas and their mates. They were Anria and my parents. The two of us succeeded them when they passed. The last mated alpha, who is now the leader of our sister village, Hyleron, lost her mate in the battle as well. It was one of the things that were unintentionally spurred on by Diana. Individuals
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A melody starts up slow and steady. It is haunting, the colour of a fading sunset, when the clouds reflect the intermingling of orange and pink on a canvas of darkening blue. When the stars, like specks of shiny dust, start coming into focus one by one. It is the backdrop to a bustling city, with no idea of what awaits them, when even the moon hides from view, from the chaos that will soon engulf the world. It is a world on fire, as fear takes hold, turning homes, that once represented l
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An open letter to my Mother, A nurse during the Pandemic
Wolffang posted new chapter in The Window of Longing
Dear Mother, Every day you come home battered and exhausted. I can no longer tell how you feel from you expressions alone. The redness in your eyes becomes the red of your hands. Tainted you'll say by the blood of those we couldn't save, those we exhausted all options for, those you still felt needed a chance to live. In my eyes an avid battle plays out, you and your team work tirelessly against the laws of fate, destiny and God. At times, it is easy to forget that you are human. The -
James P.O.V I wonder where Nephritis went off to. It's starting to get dark. The crystalline baby blue gradually fades into deep azure, eventually becoming a profane black, littered by thousands of iridescent pearls. Admittedly, it's a beautiful night, perfect for longs walks especially when one is trying to decongest one's mind. I breathe in the crisp air and decide to take the scenic route to the elder's house. One by one, mana crystals patterned throughout the village and amongst the tree
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Leo P.O.V The soft, consecutive thud of our feet against the grassy earth becomes rhythmic, almost blending into the somber upbeat nature of the wildlife around us. From afar, they continue about what would be assumed to be their nightly routines, yet quite obviously lending a curious eye to the strangers who have entered their abode. With time I've come to gain a sense of familiarity with this place, but I can't be sure. It's not like I had deja vu moment or anything funny like that no. It
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I came across a food delivery advertisement while going about my semi-productive quarantine routine. I was excited at the prospect of being able to order from a franchise that my mother and were frequent patrons of. Unfortunately, my brief elation was thwarted by the cruel realisation that I was outside their delivery radius. Needless to say, I felt pricks of torment well in my eyes as part of me longed to experience their food and drink again, as this would somehow make things feel more normal.
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There was light. But the darkness was infused in it. It sat like a lingering promise waiting to be fulfilled. Waiting to consume. It wasn’t startling. It wasn’t subtle. It was simply: waiting. In the cracks drawn onto the concrete by time’s gentle brush. Like hieroglyphics, the patterns on the steps whispered the secrets of times passed. Walks long forgotten. It cried out, begging to be heard, to be remembered. Pitter-patter-pitter. Children and adults. Individuals of all
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It strikes again A beast I cannot seem to defeat no matter how hard I try. I unsheathe my sword and slash at it, but it always manages to successfully dodge my blows. I lie awake every night with a racing mind. Different thoughts circling around and around with dizzying side effects. The beast on a merry-go-round. The beast laughs at me, haunting me. A cursed melody. It is like that word that you’re always trying to remember, the word on the tip of your tongue, but can never quit
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Everyone has a unique and different experience when it comes to the life. Everyone has their ups and downs, highs and lows. No-one is unaffected. Allow us to share our experiences with you. Perhaps, we might have a thing or two in common. Maybe we'd be able to help you understand the feelings that you couldn't quite put into words. Maybe reading the stories will make you feel less alone. We can't guarantee that our stories will be little more than words on your screen, much like being able to guarantee anything during these tough times. This is our love letter to you. We hope you can find some meaning in it.
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James P.O.V I'm worried about him. His mind seems occupied, distant. I see it in his face, the way he looks at me. He may be able to outwardly conceal it but his eyes, those beautifully rich pools of burnt honey hide nothing. Each flutter of his lashes, every passing glance comes with it's own hidden story. They speak a thousand unspoken words, each one cryptic, different from the last, yet I can somewhat gauge the meaning behind them. I lock our gaze once more before exiting the room, closi
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Leo P.O.V Azareal's wings beat like that of a violent black crow against the prevailing currents, propelling us upwards and into the stream of white-passing over the vast country like landscape. The vapour within it's stratus is cool and wet, like the sensation of ocean spray as the cerulean waves collide with the rocky shore. At first, I'm a bit taken aback. To some degree, I still hold the mentality of a child. I was secretly hoping that it would be as fluffy and voluptuous as it looked, s
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[Angelica] *Earlier that day* The sun creeps over the horizon like a vexation, draining away the darkness that has become a friend. It's cold connective grasp resonates with something within me. Among the still shadowy terrain, I find my home. There no one can find me. Not even I can find myself. To a degree it provides a temporal escape, allowing one to just exist, void of everyday abstractions like thought or feeling. The illusionary lights, continue to stretches out its golden daggers
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Alex P.O.V I feel safe. It's been a long time since I felt this sensation. As dawn breaks, streams of burnt orange light sieve their way through the cracks in the curtain, brightening the room with their warmth. They reflect off the cream coloured walls, almost highlighting it in a coppery tinge. The soft melodic howl of the wind, drags the song of birds through the threshold, heralding in the new day. My eyes slowly flutter open. The strong scent of cedar wood and musk fills my nostrils. It
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Thank you. I must have overlooked that.
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Elder Kara P.O.V How dare he. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. To think that he could just show up out of the blue and command respect from everyone he interacts with. A few tears may have spirited away the others but I am not as easily fooled. The wind picks up. It howls angrily through the trees. The combination of snow and wind obscures my vision. Albeit having to shield my eyes from the frosty onslaught, I find my home with relative ease. There it stands, a logged creation, win
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I'm floating. My body suspended in a sea of unconsciousness. Gentle waves lap at my sides drawing me from the depths. I vaguely become aware of each sensation. It feels as though my soul is gradually returning to my vessel. As the out of body sensation ceases, I groan. Suddenly aware of the throbbing pain stemming from my temple. I slowly open my eyes adjusting to unfriendly walls of a dimly lit room. I raise my hand to gently caress the side of my head, upon contact I'm met with a sharp pang. I
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Prologue Dark clouds loomed above, thickly knitted together. A deep crack formed across the sky, allowing for just enough of the fragile moonlight of the somber night to pass through, illuminating the dull town bellow. The surrounding atmosphere was quiet. Not a soul stirred. Save the ominous trill of wind that began to pick up, a slow rhythmic yet haunting tenor that swept the hushed streets, whipping a few unlucky leaves with it. The streets themselves were like any other, black and tarred
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Two worlds divided by a thin line, joined together due to a peculiar anomaly. Two lovers met one fateful night. Their love gave rise to a child that would be heir to both.
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Azrael P.O.V The stars begin to flicker and disappear behind the encroaching peachy light of dawn. One by one they are consumed by the sun's ethereal radiance as it heralds in the new day. There is something so peaceful about this scene. It holds a tinge of melancholy. That's right. This is a feeling I had once felt before if only millennia or so ago when I was still human. Not knowing what the day would bring but being excited about it regardless. As a God, freedom was a leisure. My existen
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