AsakoBunny

I am the deep silent rage Of deletion itself Dare not speak my true name Or unleash chaos Upon your realm I will awaken however Upon your call Utter the forbidden speakings And I shall obey And erase it all I will not rest My essence will pulsate Until your request is complete I will carry out your word I will leave no star still lit So dare not speak my true name If you care for all that exists

Oh how I wish I could make you feel okay. Break you free From your prison chains. Give you wings As bright as day. Treat you as a goddess, If I may. But my shrine to you Forever and beyond. Is that I will help Make your dream come true.

The original eight worlds. They existed long ago, long before you or I, and many of today's modern stories were born. They were the original mythologies and fairytales. During the transition between the Beginning Times and the Age of Fairytales, eight of these original worlds were split into thousands of pieces and spread across the outer cosmos; a process I like to simply call "splitting". Over the course of over years too many to count, these worlds continued to split into smaller worlds. Many of these smaller worlds kept pieces of their ancestor world's light while others gained a new light. However, despite the original eight worlds being

I sat next to an older man in the mall the other night. I was just getting off work, and he appeared to be waiting for something. He was a rather gentle old man with what seemed to be peculiar scars on his face. I tried not to stare, but I kept looking at the scars from the corner of my eye, trying to create some sort of story out of them. I turned away to mind my own business as soon as he looked at me. “What’s the matter?” He asked me with a suspicious look on his face. I glanced at him quickly then turned away again. “You’re interested in these scars I have are you?” His voice sounded knowledgeable and

The heart is the place Where all good and bad happens Which is which is up to the person But there’s no black and white The soul is the place Where creation sleeps Though very rarely used It’s the birthplace of all The mind is the place Where the heart and soul meet It combines the product of both Into thoughts so pure The body, finally Is where those thoughts become actions Where the outcome ends And the consequences begin

Viola’s heart was racing that night as the children gathered in front of her house. She was very excited to go to Southern City; she almost wished she could go there now. But she had to make the preparations first. Luke was there to calm her down. “Don’t worry, Viola. You’re going to be fine.” Luke gave her a reassuring smile. The younger children chattered and laughed before she stood up in front of her house. All of Everlast went quiet while Viola cleared her voice. “Hi. I have a bit of an announcement to make as you all heard.” She started. “I will be going to Southern City.” All th