Put on Your Red Shoes by Pepper-the-phoenix, literature
Literature
Put on Your Red Shoes
Once upon a time, there lived Booker Jones, an unlucky thief. He was a striking character; his sharp, aquiline nose and deep, dark eyes were a gift from Vishnu, while his lack of cleanliness and overall disregard for order marked him as homeless. This disaster of a human being was breathing fresh air for the last time before creeping into the dark and putrid streets of Trollvana. Trolls were leery of strangers, especially humans, and Booker had quite a few overdue debts he still needed to pay with several questionable members of troll society. Still, if he didn’t do this, he would be Goblin food.
He sighed in relief when he spotted his
She Loved Him So Much - Flash Fiction by ShimmeringDewdrops, literature
Literature
She Loved Him So Much - Flash Fiction
Her tears inspired within him a keen sense of empathy and compassion, and caused him to instinctively embrace her in an attempt to comfort her through her pain. She eased into him, calming to a noticeable degree immediately. Her trembling became less severe, and her breathing more even in a matter of a seconds. And when at last she was fully stilled, he gently pulled away from her - his hug having accomplished all he had hoped it would. He separated himself from her because as an unrelated gentleman who only saw himself as her friend; he did not wish to hold her any longer than the laws of propriety would permit... But had he not felt the nee
End of Deliberation - Flash Fiction by ShimmeringDewdrops, literature
Literature
End of Deliberation - Flash Fiction
"Oh no," she said, pulling her hand away. "That's your good silk handkerchief!"
He smiled and persisted in his action. "It's a thing," he told her. "And you're a person." He tied it neatly around her injury. "End of deliberation."
This Thing You Call ''Love'' by OnLinedPaper, literature
Literature
This Thing You Call ''Love''
He wondered what she thought he was doing. It was a bit of a foolish question – she probably wasn’t thinking about him at all. Frankly, it was unlikely that Manilla Lovedirge IV spared any thought for anything but her own affairs, those petty, decadent disputes amongst the Glowing City’s skyscrapers and spotlights that defined the futures of millions less fortunate than her.
A wry smile twisted its way onto Tayl’s face at the thought of how trivial their lives must truly be. He’d lived on the darkened, grimy streets for most of his days, and spent more than a night or two creeping through the crystalline halls o
How many cuts must litter my skin,
How many times must society win
Against my broken and shattered heart
Until you step in to play your part?
Why must I face this horrible pain,
How long must I stand out in the rain,
Until you decide to do something to help me?
My life is just starting, I want to be free.