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Diary 1: Viridis and Azuris
Viridis's and Azuris's diary
Mahiya Cross stepped out of the car. She closed her hand over her nose and mouth as the stench of humanity rushed over her senses.
"This smell is horrible." Looking to her side, her almost mirror image came to stand next to her.
"Mahiya, Milana! Help us pack!" An elegant woman in a pretty yellow dress called out to the two girls standing next to each other.
"Not that there is much to pack, Mother." Milana said cheekily. Huffing the woman passed her daughter a box. Mahiya rolled her eyes and followed her twin sister. They have just moved here from another city. Their father was a brilliant man yet no one wanted to buy his ideas. He worked day and night over his machines without ever getting them sold. This was a last effort. They moved from their home to one of the biggest cities on the planet. They sold almost everything to get here, for it was difficult to go from one city to another. The walls were high and secure. Outside in the wild jun
Haruka Kanata 3 Hidan and YumiThey walked out of the dark room
They walked out of the dark room. Mieko was furious. She walked after the Uchiha prodigy glaring a hole in his back. Ha, like I belong to him! Yeah dream on freak! Yumi and Kita were walking next to her. They saw the hatred in Miekos eyes, directed towards the Uchiha.
You know its rude to stare. Mieko was about to jump for his throat. He did it this time Mieko lost control. She clenched her fist and roared like an animal.
Aaahhh!! I had fucking enough of you! You egoistic smart head, cool acting, sick cold blooded clan murderer-! Thats where she went too far. Itachis eyes narrowed and the tomoes in his eyes started spinning dangerously. In a blink of an eye he was gone and appeared behind her.
I suggest you should hold your pretty little mouth, before you kill yourself. He whispered in her ears. Mieko froze and stood still. Her eyes widen in surprise. The feeling that his breath fanned her neck
Haruka Kanata 2 CursedI was standing in front of Uchiha Itachi. His blood red eyes bored into my green ones. He took a step forward one after another. I watched it in slow motion. I took a step back and another and another as he came towards me. I turned and ran as fast as I could. He was toying with me and I knew it. I tried to hide in the many alleyways but it was all in vain. He was after me, I couldnt hide.
In my world there is no escape. Came his deep voice from behind me. I was petrified. My legs wouldnt move. When I finally got them to run, it was already late, I knew it. I turned the next corner as I ran and came to dead end. I turned around and he was coming towards me fast. I held out my hand in front of me, to protect myself from harm. I closed my eyes and turned my head away. I felt his hands wrap around my wrists. I felt him pulling my hands away from my face, slowly feeling as he twisted them behind my back. I let out a yelp as I landed on the ground with him on top of
The Rat and the DollSome time ago there lived a Rat of fine whiskers and a finer tail who stumbled across a small porcelain Doll in a farmer's rubbish heap. Entranced by the Doll's beauty, he carried her home with him and, to the amusement of his fellow rats, instated her as his wife. Finding that she was of little assistance in his daily rambles for food, the Rat placed her upon a slight ledge of the barn in which he lived and brought her an offering of sustenance each day, as well as flowers and other pretty objects with which to enhance her loveliness.
One day the Rat returned from his foraging to find the other rats throwing pebbles at his Doll. "Stop!" he cried. "Why do you abuse my wife? What has she ever done to you?"
"She does nothing at all," said the other rats, "and that is the problem. How has she proven herself worthy of the attention you grant her, or the offerings you provide?"
"Her beauty proves her worth," claimed the Rat.
But at that moment, a gust of wind swept the Doll off her perch an
The Crane Wife
The Crane Wife
Does that bird
think of bygone times
as it flies singing...
- Princess Nukada
There on the poor man's doorstep,
an arrow biting into my wing,
I flew into the arms of decision
my cries calling clouds,
even to the brow of Moon:
I would not be this;
kindness come to me,
and songs of a different flesh,
irresistibly new. That was why,
sped to health, I fled only to return
to the poor man's doorstep
a bird no more, a woman of silk.
And how the bamboo blinds
quivered with the storms of Spring;
how Wind shook Moon in the p
Truth and FalsehoodOne day, Truth and Falsehood met at an inn, both weary from their travels. "My old friend!" cried Truth, "Come, allow me to buy you a drink." So they drank and exchanged stories of their travels. As they talked, Envy walked into the inn. Upon seeing Truth and Falsehood, Envy grew jealous of their friendship. Envy decided to find a way to make them hate each other. Now, it so happened that Greed was staying at the same inn. Envy met with Greed to form a plan. "Look at those two," Envy hissed. "They can't be friends, they never agree on anything!" Greed was only half listening. Envy knew this, but was ready for it. "Of course," Envy said softly, "we need to stop it. It is unnatural, like a bird with no flight, or a fish that can't swim." At this, Envy pulled out a bag of gold coins. Greed's heart began to race, fingers itching to just grab the bag, to caress the gold with loving fingertips. Envy smirked triumphantly, the plan was working perfectly. "Now, this is what's going to happen,"
The Black Fox
Once upon a time, in a forest where three streams merged into a small, fast-flowing river, the locals say a shadow took life in the form of a black fox.
So shiny and thick and smooth was the coat of this black fox, it was said that hunters who caught sight of her were driven mad with the desire to own her pelt.
The best hunters for miles around chased after this elusive prey, but none succeeded. Indeed, many of them chased after the fox, deep into the darkness beneath the ancient pines, and never returned. Some believe they came across misfortune. Some believe they were taken by the fox into the fairy realm. Some have even more sinister theories to relate.
In a time when the autumn was crisping the leaves and turning the air cold, a young man went into the woods to gather firewood to sustain his family through the oncoming winter.
His bow was slung across his shoulders, and he carried an axe to cut wood, but he had no intention of killing any living creatures this day, and after many l
The Worm and the EpiphanyAlas, the worm was blind. Making its way through fertile earth, never meeting a soul, not even its own. Not knowing kith or kin, it didn't seem to bother him as, day by day, he burrowed his tedious way through mulch and mire; heeding not the dark or the cold. Not needing to ask the question that never would tire because it never grew old. He was not simply "you" -- he was "it" who did not exist.
So on and on, as often goes with a worm, it continued the clandestine tryst to turn the soil. It was what he had learned, or was born having known. Was he born -- and born to toil? -- flashed a thought in the dark. Had he not? He never thought to ask it before.
Then suddenly, the worm broke through the crust of ground! It squinted hard into a blinding light, and basked in the shade of a sunflower whose head bowed low with curiosity, and promptly doused the worm with a shower of dew. And
The Teacher's SuccessorOnce, at a certain time, in a village with no name there was a teacher. As he aged he knew he would need a successor to take his place when he died. He decided that his smartest student would be his successor. Of all his students, three young boys were the smartest.
One day, the teacher brought the three boys up a hill that over looked the village. On the hill were three grand, majestic trees that stood at the same height.
He assigned each boy a tree, then said, "Get rid of your trees and you must tell me who did it the right way."
The first boy ran home and brought back an axe. After a few swings the tree was cut down. "I am right because this is the way to get wood to make our homes."
The second one ran deep into the forest to a raven's nest. He took some seed from his pocket and offered it to the raven. The raven swooped down and exchanged the seed for an elixir. Running back, the second boy doused the tree with the elixir. The tree writhed then turned into a flock of swans that fle
Fable: Lion and HyenasA lion had a deep hatred of hyenas, and he would roam the savannah and ruthlessly hunt down and slaughter any that he saw. For a while, the hyenas feared him, until one brave individual rallied them all together and proclaimed that they should fight back.
The next time the lion began to maul one of the hapless animals, the others emerged from the long grass and tore at the lion's flanks. He tried to defend himself, but there were so many hyenas harrying him from all sides that he was at last forced to retreat. Covered in bites and scratches, he wandered through the plains shouting, "Help me! Those hyenas have always had it in for me!"
Men claim persecution often when they are no longer allowed to persecute.
No Country for Old CrittersBein' an owl, I reckon I see most things that other woodland folk are just too blind to see. Can't see the forest for the trees, an' all that. Mostly simple stuff, nothin' worth writin' a book about. But I seen a couple things, mind, as could make a creature ponder its rightful place in the world. I seen a rabbit once't, possessed by the devil (or an adrenal excess) who done broke the nose offen the fox what was chasin' 'im. True, it's an unusual twist to see sich a thing happen, but that weren't nothin' compared to how that same rabbit feller got his nose broke by a female what he done decided to make friendly with. Glories of nature, spring . . . phooey. March madness, that's what it is.
Now, if he's wise, a creature might take a lesson from this here yarn. Might learn somethin' how danger'll getcha most easy in your own backyard. Another might see in this story as how despite all 'pearances no one is ever truly helpless. Me, near as I can figure I jus' reckon as how women is the mos
The Peacock and the Fox
The Peacock was one day striding along very proud of his beautiful feathers. As he went by all the animals, they bowed down to him. And so went with all the animals, except one. As the Peacock passed by the Fox, he noticed the Fox did not bow down to him. The Peacock cleared his throat: "aham!"
The Fox, who although was not better looking than the Peacock, was very smart pretended not to hear anything.
"Perhaps you haven't seen me" said the Peacock.
"Actually I have" replied the Fox.
"Well, as I pass, everyone bows down to me."
"Really? I didn't know."
"Well then, what are you waiting for?"
"There's just a small problem, I don't know how to bow"
"Oh, that's odd. You just have to bend like so..."
And when the Peacock bowed, showing the Fox how to do so, in a swift movement he gobbled him up, and for the rest of the day, he felt no hunger.
Why is...Why is the pig mad at the dog, the dog at the cat, the cat at the mouse?
Once upon a time the pig got a letter. He was very careful with it and took it everywhere with him. But once he had to go somewhere where he couldn't bring the letter. What should he do with it? Where could he put it? After thinking about it he came to the only solution, he entrusted the letter to the dog. The dog guarded the letter with care for a long time, but once he had work to do and he couldn't bring the letter with him. What to do with the letter? He had only one friend so he entrusted the letter to the cat. The cat took care of it for a while but then he got bored and wanted to go out and have a little chat.
He thought about where to put it. He didn't have anyone to entrust it to so he took the letter to the attic and hid it there.
At night, he went home and searched for the letter but he couldn't find it. All the mice ate it! When the dog got home the cat couldn't explain it, just like the dog couldn't e
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