[.Lyrebird]

res with creating paper stars
dropping bc my idea was stolen c:

[sillies]

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[ultimate writer.]

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ｌｅｔｓ＿ｓａｙ＿ｗｅ＿ｐｉｃｋ＿ｏｎｅ＿ｏｕｔ

Chie gently pushed opened the door she'd just unlocked,
tucking the 'borrowed' master key in her back pocket. Not
like she'd planned on using the master key to get into any
of the apartments in her complex, only to get up to the
roof. She took a seat on the edge of the roof and looked
out over the city, her guitar resting in her lap as her eyes
watched the moonlight dance along the water of the Atlantic.

If she looked hard enough, she could see the night fishers
and even some brave night sailing souls drifting around on
the salty water. Turning her eyes away from her favourite
view in all of the world, she got her tiny body settled onto
the well worn ledge. Lifting the familiar weight of her best
friend into her lap, her fingers strum a couple soft notes.

Chie looked out over her city again and just let the inspiration
flow through her. The clear sky above her head, the gentle
busy sounds of the city, the faint crash of the waves, it all
brought a gentle song to her mind. A song about love and
freedom, and even a bit of heartache.

Up on this empty roof, she sang about being a thousand light
years away, and knowing she'd miss her special spot and her
favourite hobby the second she left the roof and returned to
her dull office job and her dull basic life.

She sang from her heart, sang with all her love, and even
though she knew people could hear her in the apartments below,
none dared to stop the gorgeous melody they were blessed with
that welcomed the warm summer night in a busy ocean side city.

291/300 Words

ａｎｄ．ｃａｌｌ．ｔｈｅ．ｗｈｏｌｅ．ｔｈｉｎｇ．ｏｕｒｓ
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ＯＨ ＩＦ ＹＯＵ ＤＯ
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ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ:: benji.bark

ｎａｍｅ:: Chie - 千映

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:: Female
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ＪＵＳＴ ＳＩＴＴＩＮＧ ＨＥＲＥ

─ ｇａｚｉｎｇ ｕｐ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｒｓ ─

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Oh please don't stay that'll you'll go
My heart can't bear the news
Just knowing that you'll be
a thousand light years away
If you do
And will you know when it's through
When you find what you're looking for
Will you know what to do
A thousand light years away when you do
Oh when you do
And I should've said it before you were gone
Because I'm kicking myself for waiting oh so long
And I should've held you near
Every time I fear
Somehow you just wouldn't feel the same
So please don't say that'll you go
My heart can't bear the news
Just knowing that you'll be
a thousand light years away
If you do
Oh if you do
Oh I'm just sitting here gazing at the stars
Let's say we pick one out
and call the whole thing ours
And even though that light we see
Ain't the same for you and me
Well you know when I know
That you and I can't even be
a thousand light years away
And I still love you
Oh yes I do
I love you

1000 Light Years Away
Cassandra Lee Greenwood

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username; Epiale

name; Sugar

gender; Female

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short story;

Sugar didn't like leaving the house. The world was miserable, full of cruel people, and unexpected danger at every turn. It made her head spin, her heart race, and she could feel death closing in around her.

So she stayed inside.

Agoraphobia, the doctor had called it. Told her that it was a panic disorder, anxiety, something that could be fixed. She’d hesitated initially. Her apartment was safe, cozy. She could order anything she needed online, and found her companionship there was well. She could collect her pretty figurines in peace, snuggle in her bed, view the world from the comfort of a screen. Who needed the outdoors when she had such a lovely little home?

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But time had worn on, and she’d grown tired. She’d look out her window and wish she could walk with the people she saw. She wanted to visit the shops in the videos she watched, go to a concert, see a friend in person.

As she cried trying to so much as walk out her front door she was forced to face the fact things couldn’t go on as they were.

Her doctor had been happy to see her. Kind, and patient. So, so patient. She found herself unable to set more than her front paws outside for months, progress coming at a crawl.

And then, one day, one incredibly ordinary day, it happened. The air was warm, as always, the sun shining between puffs of soft clouds. When she set all four paws outside, her heart raced, yes, but the panic wasn’t there. It didn’t seize her, and force her back inside. She couldn’t take a step further that day, but this was enough, and she knew she’d get better. She knew she’d get out into the world, one step at a time.

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[BananaSocks]

mark! res with something art related

[mellow yellow.]

Maybe res

[tsukasa.]

username;
name;
gender;
short story;

res!

[a little guy]

username; carnocat
name; Sierra
gender; female
short story;
wip

[artemis,]

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username: artemis
kalon name: amandla -- kalon gender: female

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Amandla wiped the sweat from her brow as she continuously hacked at
the sugar canes, her sharp blade cutting against the tough, long plants in front of her. The sun beat down
upon the workers, showing no mercy to the kalons in the fields who were vigorously working to earn their
keep, which was little. Her kingdom, Allenholt, was in deep war with their neighboring kingdom, the
Serpentine. They had to recruit as many workers as possible, and to Amandla's despair, she was one of the
hundreds. She was the oldest of her three siblings, and was the only one of the household in proper working
condition. With all the metalworking and factories more busy than ever, disease and sickness had begun to
tragically spread across the kingdom, more so to destitute parts of the kingdom. Fortunately for Amandla, she
was the daughter of a wealthy and powerful baron, but that didn't bring mercy upon her when she was drafted
to work in the plantation. Her multicolored hair was an incredibly stark contrast to the grey skies and seemingly
endless field of drab dull green that spread far and wide, awaiting all of the workers to come and cut them up.
Amandla stood with her hip jutted to the side as she checked her simple brown watch, the time reading 5:34.
the workers would get to leave soon. Piles of baskets surrounded her, each filled to the brim with pieces of sugar
cane sticks. With a sigh, she looked around, watching others finish up cutting and collecting the last pieces of
sugar cane, filling their baskets and piling them atop their heads. What a wonderful life I live. She thought.
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Amandla juggled the baskets of sugarcane, one in each hand, two on
each forearm, and one atop her head. She placed them down on the counter, and the old kalon sitting
at the desk counted them, and scratched Amandla's name off the list. "You may proceed," he muttered,
shooing her off. If you couldn't work for the bare minimum amuount of filled baskets, they sent you back
to the fields to fill the baskets. Although she had never been sent back, she would watch as others were
forced to. Trudging into the storage rooms, she grabbed her bag, and stuffed the wide hat into the pocket.
It was so hot out during the day out in the plantation, they had to wear hats so they wouldn't burn their
necks or faces. She walked past kalons retrieving their belongings, and out into the cool evening. Usually,
she would browse boutiques and shops near her home, but that was not the case during the war. Spending
was cut short, and money was being well preserved for emergencies only. With a short sigh, she walked into
town, and looked around, a pitying expression crossing her face. The plantation was nestled by the bad parts
of town. Amandla was careful when walking back home. There were so many robberies, pickpockets.. Clang
clang clang. With a sharp turn of her head, her raspberry eyes fell upon a young kit sitting on the brick
steps of an orphanage, a small tin can in her hand, outstretched to passerby's. Amandla's eyes softened at the
sight, and she quickly dug through her pockets to find a few cents to give the kit, and found a golden coin,
worth 60 cents. She dropped the coin into the cup, the clang forever etched into Amandla's mind. "Bless you
miss," she said. ( 300 / 300 ) ( extra 1/3 )

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