FriendlyOne12

The little boy watched from his position under the tree, watching as the bright girl swung back and forth on the swings laughing happily with her friends. She was bright, brighter than anyone and he couldn't look away. Her long silver hair flew behind her as she swung on the swings, and her bright blue eyes alit with mirth. The boy sighed, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs. He finally looked away from the bright girl, burying his head in his knees. He just wanted to leave, leave this place with everything so bright. He didn't like being around all these bright people, or as his father calls them, the lig

She stood in the snow, her red cloak brushing against the white snow as she walked. Her footsteos made crunches as she walked down the trail now covered in snow. Glancing over her shoulder, Aria checked to make sure no one was following. She knew it was dangerous to be doing this, sneaking away like this but she just needed to see. One more time even if it was the last, once more. She knew he was leaving soon, and not when, or even if he would come back. The war that ravaged their country was a terrible one and she knew not of he would survive, she could only hope. Aria had been sneaking away to visit Alaric for weeks now, ever since they met

Aspen walked into the room cautiously, her boots clacking loudly throughout the room as she walked on the tile. The room was large, and white with a grand ceiling, with intricate designs painted on the ceiling. The king sat on the throne at the far side of the room. She walked till she stood of few feet in front of him. She kneeled and said, "you summoned me my lord," "Yes, rise my dear." The king said his voice velvety as he spoke, his voice it was so manipulative. After serving him for a year she knew to never let his voice manipulate her, as it did so many. Aspen rose, her hand falling the near the katana at her side. "I have a job for you

I watched the small green leaf as fluttered in the wind wondering if the small little leaf knew it's fate. If the leaf knew it's insignificance on the life of the tree. The leaf would sprout and grow in the spring growing bigger with the sunlight, then become bigger and greener in the summer. The leaf would change into beautiful colors of orange and red in the fall, joining the other leaves on the tree to make the tree a beautiful color of orange and red. Then in teg winter the leave will reach the end of its journey, turning brown and brittle until it falls of and flutters to the ground. I wonder of the leave knows how short its life is, tha