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The time is 4:44... Are you sure? Those were the last words I heard from her. My best friend It was supposed to be an average night, as average as any camping night can be. Lori, my best friend, and myself had decided to go camping in the local forest. Just two young girls getting away from the city.
Lori was this serious, short bleached-blond brown hair, and stood around 57, the average height for a 16 year old girl. She generally wore jeans and a simple T-shirt, along with basic 5Star tennies. I, on the other hand, seemed to be the complete opposite. I wore my brown hair long, and I only stood 54, short for a 16 year old girl. I liked to wear skirts as well as jeans, though I did wear them for the camping trip, and my T-shirts all were either yellow or orange my dads favourite colours.
The Path I WalkThe path I walk is never straight,
Full of twists and turns,
Some days the path is cool and smooth,
Others it puts on my feet burns.
But I know the path I walk now is only for a short time,
And a day will come, be I young or old,
When I'll leave my path behind,
And walk the road of gold.
Trail of HayAs I walked along my path one day,
I stopped and looked back to see,
The path behind was scattered and thin as hay.
I pondered this for a moment,
Then continued to walk on,
Suddenly I found myself singing a strange song.
What the words were I could not tell,
Though the wind must have heard my ghastly knell,
As it danced around me, pushing me on.
Now I look back on that day and see,
That a narrow path was being trodden by me,
And had the wind not aided me,
Then I may have never been set free.
Setting of the Black Sun Pt 2Zennith sat up, sweat clung to his face. He was in what seemed to be a tent. Rosé was sleeping silently beside him, though her face was contorted, as if she were having a bad dream. The fox anthro looked around, his reddish-blonde tail swayed back and forth on the ground. Placing his hand on the ground, he prepared to get up, but the white fox girl who seemed to have abducted both of them came through the flap tent. She was frowning.
"You shouldn't strain yourself, Zennith Michel Ginthe." Zen stopped at the mention of his full name. He frowned deeply, then opened his mouth to respond, but the fox cut him off again, "I have been watching Rosé and those around her for twelve years, I know who you are, what your habits are, what foods you like, what you do on an average day, just about everything."
"Who... who are you?" Zen forced himself to say. His mouth had gone dry. The young f
Setting of the Black Sun Pt 1Zen... A soft voice called, Zen, wake up... "Just five more minutes," came the reply. Zen, wake up... Come on... wake up... the voice came again. "Please, five more..." came the second reply.
"ZENNITH MICHEL GINTHE! WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!" came a loud, shrill voice that seemed extremely close.
"Gah!" A reddish-blonde haired boy cried as he fell out of his desk. Mrs. Krije's tall skinny figure was looming over him, frowning. A brunette girl in the desk behind him was shaking her head. The boy opened his mouth as if to say something, but Mrs. Krije's sword sharp voice cut him off.
"This is the third time this week Zen. Try to stay awake in class. Weather you understand what I am saying or not, I expect you to do the work!" Mrs. Krije scolded, rapping a ruler on the desk. Zen groaned, as he got up and sat back in his seat. He shook his head and rubbed his tail
Unlikely Trio "I love Shadari, though sometimes he can do odd things. I think the strangest thing I find is his relation to his sister, Litaria."
"I FOUND YOU!" I screamed towards the back of a black kitsune. The fox looked around, smiling guiltily. He had red hair, parted down the centre, though it had grown some length and it partially covered his right eye, though it was only the corner. The rest of his body was covered in black fur. A necklace was hung around his neck, the chain made of moon-silver, a special metal that looks like liquid silver when exposed to light, but is extremely durable, strong, and light. Hanging off the chain was a rain-drop shaped gem, glowing a medium-red colour.
"Hi Ensuna..." he said, a strained tone was attempted to be hidden in his voice. I frowned, placing my hands on my hip, my grey tail was swaying back and forth. I am a grey kitsune, no one in particul
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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