- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- My timezone is GTM+2. I could be seen in the evening.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Genres
- If I must be honest, it highly depends on the plot at hand. I am an adaptable person, one who easily takes genre swings, but I mostly prefer fantasy, modern, medieval, mystery and mind-benders.
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[BCOLOR=transparent]"Hey, do you know? Why does the rain hush in autumn?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Bit by bit, from the high eaves and edges of the buildings above to the muddy ground of mortals below, the raindrops descended softly from the heavens, making little sound, apart from the occasional tap, tap, tap on the sheet iron surface of an air-conditioner. The sky resembled the stormy evening sea looked at from below and the atmosphere under those slowly crashing shades of grey was like those darkened depths, where all was still, unmoving, serene, with little shards of light passing through from time to time only to fall even deeper and vanish into the darkness. Occasionally, mysterious creatures would disturb the waters just when it seemed as though all traces of life had been lost. Here they had two shining eyes, more often yellow than blue, and would let out a grumble or roar as they followed their blackened pat, letting out fumes to mark their way between the tall cliffs, which ofttimes reflected their light. In places the coral had grown wonderfully in a bright palette of colours, yet few were those, who halted to admire their beauty. Most were still tucked away in their hollows, wandering the labyrinth of slumber, or were already hovering with their school at the usual reef. In those young hours, when the sun was playing peek-a-boo with the clouds on the horizon, the current was barely noticeable and only the underwater rain reminded life of its existence.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Maybe it wants to be heard? Or perhaps to be left alone?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] A bird abruptly flew off into the rain. The cracking of its wings quickly faded into the distance, between the curtain of miniature silver beads, which twinkled ever so slightly as they sank and lost their final glimmer when merging into a small mirror that quickly became obscured by filth. There was neither thunder, nor lightning, nor gruelling wind to disturb the calm surface of this hypnopompic world as its gears steadily began turning in the chilly morning of autumn.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] From one leaf to another, the raindrops playfully skipped in the trees by the tracks. The majestic rulers of the flora kingdom had brilliant crowns dappled in yellows, gingers, reds and browns, a mere handful having a green leaf sticking out. They stood proudly a leap away from the railway, which they had guarded for more than a decade, and observed the world that sleeplessly towered above them on one side and the smaller one that just awoke on the other.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] "The Granline", a light rail system, served not only as a fast means of transportation, but also as a defining border between the mainly business-oriented Norra Eis Track area, or NET for short, and the more residential Östlich Solnichnii Oka area (Oso). Situated on a hard metal construction hidden by heaps of earth that looked as though it was a natural hill, it belittled the majority of Oso's buildings and was in turn belittled by NET's. Rather than concrete arches, its underpasses, set at an approximately equal long distance from each other, resembled the gates of western and Russian castles or those of eastern shrines, but the doodle-like signatures spared no one, neither did the empty glass bottles and cans or the posters torn by both weather and hand. This was, after all, a part of the colourful sea of Oblak City, thus there had to be at least one dash of randomness, one spot of different pain, one word that did not fit into the sentence. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] In the spirit of the miktiopolis, there was an oddity under one of the castle-like underpasses, a peculiar fish out at this early hour. Still under his green umbrella, which he held with his right hand, he had leaned his back on the wall and leisurely scrolled through his black phone with his left. With the earphones firmly in place on each side, he had lent an ear to what the radio had to say.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"-has returned guilty verdicts of four Saltwater operatives involved in the massacre of 8 Irani citizens in Baghda-"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"The new album's coming out next month, so be on the lookout! Her manager says the limited edition was her idea, not his, but fans shouldn't be worried, because the songs will be released again later this year. But who doesn't want that cover?!"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"No ferries on the Kumobloha river until the end of the month, sadly. The general cleaning period is shorter than last year's, but is that due to there being less rubbish or from having a tight pocket, we can only guess."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"-of civilian uprising in Crossroad district. People continue to call for the dea-"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"-brings joy to the workers at the wildlife foundation. Tigers are still not out of danger, however due to poa- "[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"-and they say it's horrible. "Ukraine has no intention of being Russia's plaything." says Turchinov, [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]but will this result in an increase in clashes or will the two sides hear each other out?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]but will this result in an increase in clashes or will the two sides hear each other out?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"The Cloud Giraffe might have a delay in construction due to the weather. The residents of Famoso are nonetheless happy about the project not being canceled. Local restaurateurs believe it will bring in more customers, since there's nothing better than a delicious meal after a bungee jump."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"-worried about the stray dogs in the area. There have been no reports on attacks,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]but the rise in number is evident, despite the area being marked as spayed. Mothers are af-"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]but the rise in number is evident, despite the area being marked as spayed. Mothers are af-"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"The concert will be on the second of November. There are barely any tickets left! Fans are ra-"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Fifth day into the Libra-Scorpio, girls and guys! Watch out, because those two are on a role~"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]" The artist denies having any personal or influential reasoning behind the caricature. "It was just for fun." as she says."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"-concludes gay marriage is still on the debate table of Oblak City. Those were the news[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]on 23rd October from me, Annie Williams."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]on 23rd October from me, Annie Williams."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Pulling out the white cable from the jack, the man looked down whilst turning off the device after that short period of switching through the many stations. A white-eared black cat was affectionately rubbing itself beside his legs, thus he responded by crouching down and giving it a pat on the head.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Sorry, no treats today."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The feline let out a warm purr in reply and continued rubbing its head against his hand, uncaring about whether or not it was to be fed. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Heh, but you have it the best from everyone, don't you?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Perhaps he would have stayed longer to play with this friendly fellow, however, the rushed passing of a car brought him back to his senses. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"... Well, I'll be going. Take care." he bid farewell, to which the cat answered with a short meow, and the two parted ways. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] Crossing the road that went along the railway hill, the man headed down one of the little streets of Oso. The pitter patter of the raindrops on the umbrella resembled the light jingle of a wind chime being gently tickled by the summer breeze. Not a soul could be seen outside. The balconies were empty and so were the few gardens of the one or two family restaurants that were nestled between the many houses by the winding path. The wooden benches in front of the short-storey apartment buildings were bare and dark from the moisture. The gates were closed and the doors firmly locked. Yet life was ever-present, for the curtains had not been pulled and light shined from countless windows. Sometimes figures could be seen moving back and forth under the light. A short little one, elegant swift ones, slower arched ones. They lived so close, yet had no idea of the other's presence, much like a beehive, but each was in its own little cell, never bothering to check on its neighbor. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] A sweet smell came from the red bakery on the corner, a cozy brick building two floors tall, from the chimney of which a thin line of smoke was weaving upwards, as if it was smoking a cigarette. Further down, after the crossroad, the buildings gradually increased in height, still being largely residential, yet small tobacco, video and second-hand shops started appearing, as well as the garage doors with the usual graffiti and expressionist declarations.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] Changing direction every now and then, the man continued his stroll through the labyrinthal area. Whilst the road grew wider bit by bit, the jungle of wires on both left and right remained the same and so did the drops that hung from them, as if they were birds perched in a line. By the sidewalk, on a lower level, a natural canal had formed, through which water flowed steadily, just like a river, washing away the city's burdens. It was not rare to spot a leaf drifting slowly as it followed the current. Having fallen from its graceful tops and now stained in dark hues, it was no longer worthy of remaining on the surface and would soon plummet from between the iron gates down into the chasm of darkness, where all the sewage resided.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] At some point of time in his travel, he came out on Dylan Blue street, one of the three main arteries of Oso. Here the current was moving faster, as there were several pedestrians busily marching on their way and vehicles going left and right, their lights revealing the drizzling rain, which stayed out of sight even on a colourful background. Along this street further east was the "district seat", a nickname for the building of authority of the area, next to which was the local police station. Being one of the prideful streaks, only the most renowned brands could set up shop here. There were many fashion ateliers, petite confectreys, sophisticated bookstores, cafés and the like, all of which were neat, tidy and open for business. However, the man with the green umbrella payed no mind to the eye-catching glimmer of the beckoning decor and continued onward by going over a pedestrian crossing and leaving the "street of jays" behind. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] The landscape continued to change with each and every step. The buildings were high and far more compact all the way down until he reached Hibiki Umino street, the second main artery, which was parallel to the first. It was diverse in its contents, harboring a wide variety of cafes, present and creative shops and small culture restaurants. Beyond it began the decrease of storeys and increase of greenery. Until then, trees were as if simply placed for decoration, since they were wrapped at their base with small black fences and restricted from all sides by one level plates. Away from the main roads, they lost their fencing and even elevated the sidewalk in places, creating pumps and cracks along the way. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] Soon he found himself passing a school. An honorable building of three storeys, it was a bit shabby with the lack of colour and some of the construction markers were still visible, but it was lively nonetheless. Glancing at the clock placed high on one of the building's sides would prove that the time was half past six in the morning, which explained why the entrance had yet to become a cacophony. Inside, however, staff could be seen hustling and bustling, some cleaning and others carrying various objects, all of them preparing for the start of classes at half past seven. What had caught the man's eye was a strange figure on the rooftop. It was enough to make him stop and try to focus, but the rain and distance made it impossible to figure out who or what was there. Blinking once or twice only made it vaguer and after less than a minute the peculiar shadow vanished. Although he gave it some thought, the man chose to move on from the sight. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Maybe it wants to hear something? Or rather not hear at all?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] On this rainy autumn day many had chosen to take refuge here, namely because they were caught off guard by the shower. These individuals were, for the most part, women out to buy ingredients for their family breakfast and little birds that found cracks in the rooftops. The swift cheerful swallows and clever sneaky cuckoos had already flown away to their winter residences in Africa and only the small chirping sparrows and cranky smart crows remained to grace the skies. It was an uncommon, but possible occurrence in some parks and village-like districts on the outskirts of town, to hear the call of a dove, which, unlike its pigeon brethren, hummed with a long and calming voice. Chased away by those same siblings, it seldom appeared in crowded areas.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"It should be something important, right?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] Left through Marta lane, by the playground where water droplets rolled down the slide like children and a bucket remained forgotten in the sandbox, a turn to Natsuoka avenue, past the ramen shop, around the gas station, between the houses of a thousand tales, he walked on the road that got narrower and narrower, until he finally held to a stop on Stargazer one way. The rain had also almost ceased. There was not a passer by. The gray canvas was breaking apart, revealing the soft hues of the morning. Crouching down, the man picked up a black black book, which had be carried by the small river that had formed by the road. Standing back up again,the man turned around and asked with a smile:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Will you hear them, the words of the hushing autumn rain?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]|| 07:00 AM || 23rd October || 20XX[/BCOLOR]
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