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[lorreli.]

midnight (m) -------------------------- daylight (f)

"when the moon fell in love with the sun.
All was golden in the sky.
All was golden when the day met the night."

beauty, my friends, comes in many forms.
beauty, to you, may be a flower poking out of the soil in spring.
beauty may be the constellations, twinkling in the sky.
it could be the sparkling blue eyes of your lover.
but for me, beauty was something I was never to have.
never able to hold, to touch, to grasp
never even able to glimpse.

the light of day.

i was fascianated by the light, the sun, the blue sky.
the white, fluffy clouds that dotted the atmosphere.
when i thought of beauty, i thought of the sun's light.
the warmth, the glow, the feeling you expierenced as the sun set.
i would never be able to share that feeling.
i, alone with the moon and the stars for company.
the dark. no sun, no warmth, no lovely blue sky.
blackness, depth, dew on the green grasses.
never to feel the sun splash across my face.

because midnight would never meet daylight.

they told me it couldn't be done.
they told me i was a love sick fool.
daylight was out of my reach.
she was not to be seen by a darkling like me.
she radiated the sun's light, and her eyes twinkled with brightness.
mind-blowingly uncomparable to my nightlight stars.
her eyes were said to be far more beautiful.

they said me dumb, falling for the l.i.g.h.t
when i was the d a r k n e s s.
they said that it couldn't be done.

and this, dear friends, is where our story begins.

[ end part one ]

It was a plot that had to be perfectly executed.

Seeing the light wasn't something that could happen by chance. Maybe not even something that could happen by fate. But I couldn't stand it anymore. The lonely feeling of the dark clouded my head every single night. The starshine beamed down on me, but it wasn't the light that I wished to see. Even the bright white moon that splashed across my face during my dull life didn't hold a candle to the light of the sun. Beautiful, warm, glowing butter yellow. Not cold and bleach white like the light of the moon. Just to feel the light on my face, to feel the soft warmth pan along my face, to fill me up with rays of gentle, beaming light. And to meet her, lady of the day. In my eyes, the most perfect woman in the world. They said her smile could melt you on the spot, and her eyes could freeze you into place at the same time. Who wouldn't be intoxicated by that?

So, late at night as I bathed in the gleam of the constellations, I began to devise my plan. A thousand options were running in and out of my head, as well as their consequences. My limitations became my roadblocks. It was like a brick wall, laughing in my face. But what could I do? I had to go somewhere with this infatuation, and I couldn't continue living off this image in my mind. It was almost painful, living in the world of what could be. I couldn't sit here and just watch my dream continue to slip away with every sunset, and then gather up all my hope again at sunrise. I swore that one day, when the sun rose, I would rise with it.

But the problem was, I survive on the darkness.
How could I survive in the light?

[end part 2]

[TheWhiteWolf]

midnight (m) -------------------------- daylight (f)

"when the moon fell in love with the sun.
All was golden in the sky.
All was golden when the day met the night."

beauty, my friends, comes in many forms.
beauty, to you, may be a flower poking out of the soil in spring.
beauty may be the constellations, twinkling in the sky.
it could be the sparkling blue eyes of your lover.
but for me, beauty was something I was never to have.
never able to hold, to touch, to grasp
never even able to glimpse.

the light of day.

i was fascianated by the light, the sun, the blue sky.
the white, fluffy clouds that dotted the atmosphere.
when i thought of beauty, i thought of the sun's light.
the warmth, the glow, the feeling you expierenced as the sun set.
i would never be able to share that feeling.
i, alone with the moon and the stars for company.
the dark. no sun, no warmth, no lovely blue sky.
blackness, depth, dew on the green grasses.
never to feel the sun splash across my face.

because midnight would never meet daylight.

they told me it couldn't be done.
they told me i was a love sick fool.
daylight was out of my reach.
she was not to be seen by a darkling like me.
she radiated the sun's light, and her eyes twinkled with brightness.
mind-blowingly uncomparable to my nightlight stars.
her eyes were said to be far more beautiful.

they said me dumb, falling for the l.i.g.h.t
when i was the d a r k n e s s.
they said that it couldn't be done.

and this, dear friends, is where our story begins.

[ end part one ]

It was a plot that had to be perfectly executed.

Seeing the light wasn't something that could happen by chance. Maybe not even something that could happen by fate. But I couldn't stand it anymore. The lonely feeling of the dark clouded my head every single night. The starshine beamed down on me, but it wasn't the light that I wished to see. Even the bright white moon that splashed across my face during my dull life didn't hold a candle to the light of the sun. Beautiful, warm, glowing butter yellow. Not cold and bleach white like the light of the moon. Just to feel the light on my face, to feel the soft warmth pan along my face, to fill me up with rays of gentle, beaming light. And to meet her, lady of the day. In my eyes, the most perfect woman in the world. They said her smile could melt you on the spot, and her eyes could freeze you into place at the same time. Who wouldn't be intoxicated by that?

So, late at night as I bathed in the gleam of the constellations, I began to devise my plan. A thousand options were running in and out of my head, as well as their consequences. My limitations became my roadblocks. It was like a brick wall, laughing in my face. But what could I do? I had to go somewhere with this infatuation, and I couldn't continue living off this image in my mind. It was almost painful, living in the world of what could be. I couldn't sit here and just watch my dream continue to slip away with every sunset, and then gather up all my hope again at sunrise. I swore that one day, when the sun rose, I would rise with it.

But the problem was, I survive on the darkness.
How could I survive in the light?

[end part 2]

Keep going please! Its be awhile since I have read something, and I want more!

[Poison Reaper]

What would you do, if no one c.a.r.e.d,
Would you join me, j.o.i.n me in death?
If n.o.o.n.e care, what would You do?

[Wesley]

Be the spring to my summer and the fall to my winter. <3

Edit - story?

[Freyàh]

Be the spring to my summer and the fall to my winter. <3

Edit - story?

Love love love =D It would be nice if you make one ^^

[average]

The Peacock [m] --- The Blossom Tree [f]

Clever and adorable. I like. ;D

[Henry]

I loved it, such a great song. The story fits it perfectly, I loved the ending, perfect everything! <3

[aquamarine]

A young boy and his fear of clowns



The c.ircus is a s c a r y place...

It was a dark, stormy day when I met my biggest nightmare.

We had originally planned on going to the zoo, but due to the rain, my mother had decided to take us to the circus showing in our town instead.

At 5 years old, the joyful thought of going to the circus nearly knocked me off my feet. Lions and tigers, elephants who did tricks, ladies who could walk on high-strung wires and fire-breathing men. It was any child's dream.

However.

As I bent down to tie my shoe shortly after arriving, I sensed another's presence. Figuring it was my brother, I grumbled, "Go 'waaay Johnny, I'm tryna tie my shoe."

"It isn't Johnny."

A horrible chill went down my spine and my blood turned to ice. As I stood up, I saw giant shoes and a rainbow of colors, all leading up to a gleaming white, ever-grinning face that would haunt my dreams for the rest of forever.

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They should really put a warning on those circus signs.

[micah]

Song = Dream, by Priscilla Ahn. Listen. Now~


I was a little girl
Alone in my little world
Who dreamed of a little home for me
I played pretend between the trees
And fed my house guests bark and leaves
And laughed in my pretty bed of green

I had a dream
{That I could fly from the highest swing}
I had a dream

She skipped through the wooded backyard, eyes twinkling. Heart as large as the sky, her smile was genuine as ever. The sun hugged her petite stature, and the feet of the child made soft, humming noises. The girl swung over to a tall, sparkly tree; she plopped down, lips curved up, and rested her head back. Her knees were drew to her chest, to be kept close. The leaves shaded her from harsh sunlight, out to do more than warm her. Her voice was like a dream as she hummed a small tune, eyes shut. She had a beautiful dream of her old family, old life, as something slowly encompassed her.

Now I'm old and feeling gray
I don't know what's left to say
About this life I'm willing to leave
I lived it full and I lived it well
There's many tales I've lived to tell
I'm ready now
I'm ready now
I'm ready now
{To fly from the highest wing}

I had a dream

Someone grasped her hand, and helped her up. The world was swirling with pink dust; it fogged her eyes, but brought her joy. A green giant's eyes were golden, and it lead her along. They were hopping on clouds, and it took her a bit to notice that it was the tree she rested on that brought her away. But it's okay. "We'll live in harmony, now, darling..." It chimed, roots entangling her.

[average]

@Giggle: It's a bit sad, but so lovely. <33