Heartstrings - Chapter 2Heartstrings - Chapter 2 by Nana-Blank
Every Sunday when Natty and I went to Café Gazpacho, it was the same old song and dance. Natty would be putting up a fuss, tossing every article of clothing she owned onto her bed trying to piece together a good outfit. She was a little hard to please when it came to dressing-up, however. You may think it is because there was some person she fancied there, but in actuality, we just went there to see Genki, or her real name, Nicoletta, our friend. Natty was just picky when it came to her clothes, but I do like to believe the pink-haired girl did serve some kind of influence to my sister.
"Lem, pick one: Blue or pink?" Natty said to me as she switched between each skirt at her waist. The blue was a layered piece I felt was more Rion's style, not hers, but the pink didn't go with the floral blouse she picked out; the top a loose piece of clothing made for the spring temperature slowly making itself known. I wasn't a fashionista, but even I could tell when an outfit idea was a hit or
TouchMagnolia walked through the door, the silver platter she held clattering from the porcelain teaware upon it with each step. She was only two steps into the room, a patient James looking on as he watched the feline from the table they were to share their afternoon tea together, before she halted. A sudden waver overcame her then and there and the tea cups, platters, and pot clinked together even though she wasn't moving anymore. With widened eyes, she felt her heart skip a beat, and then the nausea seep in.Touch by Nana-Blank
"James," Magnolia said, panting out a breath. "I don't think I—"
Before the cat could finish her sentence, she suddenly teetered on her feet and fell as if some intangible force had grabbed her by the shoulder and violently tugged her down. The silver platter and porcelain teaware dropped to the ground with her; the fine china shattering in a sea of the steaming brown drink against the mahogany floors as the metal tray somersaulted off toward the table. At o
Lirin - Chapter 12 (End)For as long as Nin could remember, her dreams had been muddled. Her memories of reality were tangible and bright when she was awake – she could never forget a name or familiar presence. Yet, when she closed her eyes in the darkness of night, curled up at the base of tree to feel the comforting pulse of lirin from its roots to lull herself to into slumber, the series of thoughts, images, and sensations of her mind provided false security.Lirin - Chapter 12 (End) by Nana-Blank
Nin recalled the bright blue flames that devoured the forest known as her home, the awful bloodcurdling shrieks from the people of her village as they fled for their lives or were caught in the heat of the moment. Most of all, she recalled her fear and the vivid, real feeling it gave. It was a fear marked far passed the threat the death, it was defined by something altogether different; it was from a knowing feeling like a nagging truth in the back of her mind. That person she would make out in the flame who had introduced herself, she knew that