Akira-Yamano

"Live with no regrets" they say, or that's what they always told Charlotte, her mom even told her this many a time.  She never had any regrets, that was until that fateful day, never has she felt so horrid, such a waste of space as she did on that very day. It seems, however, that that very day could not have gone any other way. Charlotte, as always held her head up high and did as she was told, using her wits and her smile to win people over. "This was a wonderful day indeed." She muttered with a tiny smile, but her pale grey eyes weren't shining, or glinting for that matter, but rather dull and lifeless. She got up, put on her leather jac

Extract 2 It was Hannah's birthday after all, who was she to deny her best friend's birthday wish to take her along. It all seems very familiar to her, because she used to go out with Hannah often on weekends, so she didn't think anything of it. Hannah handed her a letter and left; "See you at my place later, so that we can go from my place, Bobby will take us." "Okay, I suppose it's alright, it's been a while since I gone out – this will be great." She said with a smile on her face, eagerly anticipating the evening that was ahead. Later on in the evening, she made her way to Hannah's house. It is a quaint place, something her parents

She just sat there, holding on to her knees. She was rocking back and forth and uttering words no one could comprehend. She was a blonde girl, a little small for her age, but that was okay, people always told her she looked cute the way she was. The wind crept in on her, slowly winding its way from her window, softly brushing against the curtains, making them sway a bit, over to where she was sitting. One could see her body shiver softly as it touched her shoulder. She also squeaked a little as this happened. It didn't seem like it, but the wind was a cruel addition to her privacy. "I didn't mean to." she said, grimacing as she kept repeati

Enter, oh ye valiant knight, thine armor ne'er more pristine. Many a fair maiden has fallen victim to thine charm and lustrous plate. Oh but ye bear a secret, doest thou not? Aye, behind thine facade lies something sinister. Ye never speak, never eat, sleep nor drink, pray tell, oh knight, who or what are ye? Creeping suspicion comes o'er me, sleep with thine own kind. Leave the peasants. Eternal slumber for those ye smile upon.

Do you still remember the smooth, warm summer breeze? Sitting under the old tree, holding on to one another for dear life. A precious tear, so pure, cascading down your soft cheek, 'Make this last forever', you told me. I smiled... Growing older has been good, having what I longed for ever since. Never having let go of me, standing by my side since then. Holding your hand, for dear life, you reassured me that all is well. I smiled. Courage is what you gave to me. 'My perfect world rolled into a curvy package.' Yes, you are that and more to me. You blushed, I smiled once more. We're getting slower on our feet, yet our hear