Hidden Lilly

Shadows of the wind

Hey :)

I've recieved my marks back from my first set of midterms and they aren't good >.< I might have to spend less time on RPG :( I'll still post as often as I can but I might end up being a 'weekend warrior' writer for a while :/

Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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This Mr. Falcon spoke with an odd accent as he introduced himself but one that Zafiria recognized from some of the more boring events in the King's court that she had to attend. He was indeed an Easterner. Ashihara was an incredibly strong and political place to have come from, giving him a certain degree of credibility. She found herself, however, unfamiliar with his title.

"You should move along then." the lead guard spoke sternly to Christopher.

"My lady, It's high time we head back to the castle. We have tarried here a long while and should move on to other duties for the day." the other guard spoke softly.

Zafiria paused before nodding her head. She would go back to the castle and continue with her duties of the day but she didn't specify that she would go right this moment. She took the opportunity to address Christopher herself. Zafiria, though having good posture all the time, drew herself up ever so slightly more than she had already done.

"Mr. Falcon, I assume that I need no introduction as an educated person such as yourself would know the nobility that resides between these mountains." she began, trying to do as she had been previously instructed to do. "Are you here for the sights of the city, to find work, or to meet with the King?" she asked, wondering what he would be doing walking into a known area of political unrest.

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Okay :)
I will likely be putting up a response tomorrow evening!

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@Kurisu Shiruba

I am so sorry for ghosting on this. I didn't realise I had quite done that until now.

If you want to continue with the story I can, I'm posting about once a week these days. If this is dead then don't worry about it.

Again, I apologize for disappearing on you.

Tales of Arkanshire (18+ M seeking F)

I'd be interested to give it a shot :)
@SirSqueakalot91

Dabbling in Poetry

I've begun to try poetry writing!

It was a struggle in high school, I just didn't get it or the meanings. My interpretations were always way off what the teacher wanted and so I had decided poetry wasn't for me.
In my post-undergraduate life, some close friends suggested modern poetry. After reading 4 books from 4 different poets, all favourites from my friends. I finally got that poetry could be a good expression for me. I figured I'd give it a try!

Any constructive criticism or encouragement is welcome :)

Sunrise 17/10/2017

Sunrise

Look, just out there, that lifted blue.
Do you see the paleness?
Like someone spilled a bit of chlorine bleach on the navy sky. It's a slight contrast dividing the sea from the heavens.

Look, just over there, above the back-door neighbour's roof, do you see the purple?
Yesterday it was pink.
See how the colour highlights the bottoms of the clouds and makes them look so dark?

Look, just past there, on the other side of the train station, that soft orange?
It reminds me of peach themed products, the world waking up while I'm on the water in a rowing racing shell and childhood summers when the mourning doves would coo at my window.

Look, there it is, the sliver of bright yellow.
Do you see it grow?
Look how the light dances atop the crests of the waves. Do you feel the warmth of this happy colour?

Look, do you see the parade of colours and memories?
So many things to be thankful for as the sunrise greets us.

Subway 17/10/2017

Subway Part 1

Wind first.
That’s what you feel waiting down in the TTC subway of Toronto. The people are anxious to get where they are going and tired of the early mornings.
A change in the wind first.

Sound second.
People begin to shuffle, getting ready to board the subway. The train is coming.
The sound of the rattling on the rails is second.

Light third.
The headlights round the corner and everyone holds their breath. Here it is, the thing they have been waiting for.
Light from the conductor’s car comes third.

The arrival fourth.
Woosh! As the subway launches by.
Such speed and velocity to bring to a stop. The people crowd closer, naturally getting into lines to board the subway and still leaving room for people to offload.
The subway arriving is fourth.

Subway Part 2

The subway, strikes me as being like life and change.
First, the winds of change blow in your world. The first hints and whispers that thins won’t stay the same.
Second, the sounds of change. The whispers become statements. It’s scary and you have to start to wrestle with it. Not wanting to be drawn out from what’s comfortable and safe.
Third, the light of change. Change is coming weather you are ready for it or not. No longer a concept to grapple with, it’s happening.
Fourth, the arrival. It’s time, change is here, the opportunity for growth is here. Mourn the loss of the past but rejoice in the adventures of the future.
There only leaves one question; will you get on the subway?

Grief 17/01/2018

Grief

The sunrise has lost its colour,
The tea has lost its flavor,
The book has lost its emotion,
and I am empty.

My guts are spilled in front of me on the floor,
my lead limbs too heavy to try and put myself back together,
my heart has rolled to the farthest corner.

Without your warmth and weight the world is foreign.
I expect you in every room, around every corner,
only to feel fresh pain when you are nowhere to be found.

Gone are the days of play, of sleep, of quiet and pace.
Large empty silences are all that is left from your absence.

I would give years of my life to have you live longer here by my side.
Alas, the world does not work like that and though I may cry or rage,
you are lost to me.

I Tried Poetry Once 12/02/2018

I Tried Poetry Once

I read; novels, novellas, short stories, essays, poetry, plays, and all other works undefined by category.

I write; outlines, mostly finished short stories, never finished role-plays of the non-sexual variety, the occasional essay the rare poem.

I am a Writer thought I doubt I’ll be an Author.
If I am an author, it will be of a collection.

I’m a literary flirt! Dabbling in everything and marrying none.
There will be no one category, style or genre I can procreate from.

I tried poetry, once. I wonder what I will try next.

Commuter 14/02/2018

Commuter

I want to yell
I want to scream
‘Get out of your daily commuter routine!’

‘Look outside the windows,
What do you see?’
A sunrise over water
snow covered fir trees

‘Look around the cabin,
Who do you see?’
A newlywed
A long time single
A mom
A dad
A thinker

Why do I see 68 people every morning with somber faces in their phones?
Did no-one tell you that no two sunrises are the same?
Did no-one show you how to peek between fir trees to see the deer?
Did no-one teach you that the same people who make the city colourful sit beside you on the train?

People are tired; bullshit, attitude is a choice.
People are busy; bullshit, lifestyle and priorities are a choice.
It’s train ettequite; bullshit, people would acknowledge each other’s existence if it was.

Here I sit, a hypocrite

Cavern 05/03/2018

Cavern

Everyone experiences sadness differently.
Mine is a crack in my mask, it runs long but only deep in the middle.
The middle, it doesn’t bleed but it drains right into my soul.

It’s a hole in the earth’s crust,
a wide open pore exposing a secluded cavern
and it’s late like pool of water

Jump or fall, it’s trilling at first
and then the luke-warm water catches you.
It’s a hug here at the surface,
a tear stained smile.

Here at the surface, black maw of depth stretches out beneath you.
Explore
The deeper you go, the colder the water,
you go until it hurts your skin,
your bones,
and you feel it no more.

Still the pool goes deeper!
There is a rocky outcropping to rest,
it goes deeper,
it goes wider.

There is no light that penetrates here,
you could easily convince yourself that you reached a new universe,
a new state of existence.
That you can breathe water and rest here in the suffocating silence.

Except that burn in your lungs,
it reminds you this isn’t home,
it reminds you that you shouldn’t linger.

Look up to where the light is.
Surface.
Save exploring those depths to another day.

Shadows of the wind

Zafiria looked to her side as the guards around her drew close and stood ready for trouble.

"My Lady, we should go back to the castle." One of the averagely sized guards said to her. Zafiria stood but made no move to leave with the guard, which is no doubt what they wanted her to do. She continued to hold the bunch of floweres she was gathering with one hand resting underneath the bunch and the other on top, looking at the oncomer. Best to use her small frame and 'cute' looks to her advantage. Surprise and underestimations were her greatest allies, allowing her to use her honed skills in an even more powerful manner.

"You, traveler, state your business on this road." The lead of her guard called out. He was very authoritative and intelligent. He had earned his rank and more many times over. The guard moved to guide Zafiria away but the hardening of her eyes made him take a pause. She wanted to see this. Especially since they all knew that this man did not look at all like Frost. The gust of fridgid air that came down from the mountan to pass by the group felt like a comeforting threat to Zafiria. In these mountains there was power, even if her gifting was in the currents of air.

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The captial city in the Rafflesia Kingdom was always a fun place to visit. Surprisingly, it was not where the Royal family resided. Since ancient times the royal family lived in a town nestled between two mountains. It was raised above the capital city and it seemed as though the castle its self was carved right out of the mountainside. The interior of the castle was full of smooth lines and large arching supports, displaying the incredible craft of those who built the castle. It made quite the visual note when things like the stone throne were angular and edged with hard lines, it did the job of drawing the onlookers eye.

None the less, the capital had been restless since Adam Frost made his first appearance there at the annual interkingdom meeting for the kingdoms that held alliances with Rafflesia. Many of the people seemed unsettled and on edge, shying away from supporting Frost. Some supported Frost whole heartedly and accusing the crown family of many things. Zafiria was unable to go anywhere without more than the usual escort. She remained ever courteous with the men that accompanied her around but she grew irritated with her position. Today, for example, she was irritated that she couldn't walk along her favorite garden path in the capital due to the unrest. It was hard to find green and growth when you lived in the mountainside. However, she was able to convince her company to go outside of the castle, along the main road to the patch of wildflowers that grew where the water tended to pool and run off during heavy rain seasons.

Here, she breathed deeply. Thoroughly enjoying letting the natural wind play with her loose strands of hair.

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Okay :)

I will move that post over and await your IC response :)