Haro haro Shini-- OH NO I WON'T!!
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~Kaze Erurikku, the Gale Alchemist
I wish to share a morose poem with you.
″History of the Airplane″ by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
And the Wright brothers said they thought they had invented
something that could make peace on earth
(if the wrong brothers didn`t get hold of it)
when their wonderful flying machine took off at Kitty Hawk
into the kingdom of birds but the parliament of birds was freaked out
by this man-made bird and fled to heaven
And then the famous Spirit of Saint Louis took off eastward and
flew acrossthe Big Pond with Lindy at the controls and his leather
helmet and goggles hoping to sight the doves of peace but he did not
Even though he circled Versailles
And then the famous Yankee Clipper took off in the opposite
direction and flew across the terrific Pacific but the pacific doves
were frighted by this strange amphibious bird and hid in the orient sky
And then the famous Flying Fortress took off bristling with guns
and testosterone to make te world safe for peace and capitalism
but the birds of peace were nowhere to be found before or after Hiroshima
And so the clever men built bigger and faster flying machines and
these great man-made birds with jet plumage flew higher than any
real birds and seemed about to fly into the sun and melt their wings
and like Icarus crash to earth
And the Wright brothers were long forgotten in the high-flying
bombers that now began to visit their blessings on various Third
Worlds all the while claiming they were searching for doves of peace
And they kept flying and flying until they flew right into the 21st
century and then one fine day a Third World struck back and
stormed the great planes and flew them straight into the beating
heart of Skyscraper America where there were no aviaries and no
parliaments of doves and in a blinding flash America became a part
of the scorched earth of the world
And a wind of ash blows across the land
And for one long moment in eternity
There is chaos and despair
And buried loves and voices
Cries and whispers
Fill the air
Everywhere
Ferlinghetti, Lawrence. ″History of the Airplane.″ 20th Century Poetry and Poetics. Ed. Gary Geddes. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2006.
As the title says, this is a very short introduction to my upcoming story entitled "The sky is blue". Hee hee, I like my title >w< The story is about the encounter between Alexandre Olivier Leblanc, a weapon, and Eva Learic (whose real name is effin' longer than that), a meister. Enjoy!
Everything about me screamed “weak”; my tall, frail body, my pale skin, my blue eyes that never dared to look up from the ground, my black hair that shadowed my face from the world, my fainthearted person. Even my movements gave away how languid I was. Once, my mother told me that, when I was born, she was afraid to hold me because I was so small and fragile; she thought I could’ve broken under her touch. Of course, I laughed at her silly words. Yet, deep within my conscious, I felt her fear. A small, white baby in big, strong arms… The picture sent chills down my spine.
I was born feeble, and grew up a terribly timid boy. My father strongly disapproved of my dependent attitude and tried to “help me” by sending me to Shibusen when he and my mother found out that I had the extraordinary ability to change into a weapon. However, oblivious to him (because I never told him), his plan didn’t work very well; especially because of the abusive meister I got partnered with: Erick von Hoffman. He made my stay in Death City a living hell and two months after, I just wanted to go back home.
Then, about six months later, came a day that change my life so drastically, it took me completely by surprise. My encounter with that person really had a powerful influence on me and gave me something I never imagined I’d have in my life: strength and courage. I finally looked up, and realized that... the sky was blue...
Anyone understands the ending? I'd like to hear your assumptions The 1st chapter/part will be up soon enough. Just wanna tease you right now XD
I was reading a story in English class, where a child is locked in a closet, and it reminded me of Mira. So, I scribbled a little text about it. Hope you'll like it ^^
In a basement, under the simple building of East City’s military headquarters, or perhaps in the cellar of an abandoned building, was a room. Its intimidating iron door was locked tight and there were no windows. It was completely plunged in darkness, except for a dim light, illuminating the room’s rock dark floor and exposing its cement walls but partially. Nonetheless, the light was too weak to brighten the cellar’s corners, so they remained in the clutches of darkness.
And there, it sat. The monster in the closet.
It embraced its knees, its head hanged slightly above them, its face hid behind a curtain of light brown hair. It sat there, alone, motionless, in the dark.
Hours would pass, and the creature would not move, not an inch, not a centimetre. It sat there, like a statue. It looked like a statue, for it didn’t seem to even breathe. Yet, a closer observation showed that it did breathe indeed. It breathed like a human being. It breathed in, it breathed out.
The monster acted awfully like a human being. It even looked like a human being. How strange.
Withal, there was no mystery floating around this extraordinary creature, for it was no monster. It sat on its buttocks. It had a pair of arms and legs. It had a head, where lodged a brain, thus, it thought. It had a chest, where a heart lived, although its beating was eerily slow.
The monster was a human being. It was a girl, a young one, who had accomplished fourteen years of her life. And there she sat, alone, motionless, in the dark.
What was this innocent girl doing in this horrid place?
Why was she locked away from the world in this vile place?
Because hatred consumed her heart away. Her mind clouded with ominous thoughts. Her eyes held the desire of murder. She became a potentially serious threat to mankind. She was a killer, a mass murderer. She was the Destroyer of Humanity.
She was the 21st Carrier,
That went by the name of
Mila.
Boo hah hah... The angstyness XD
