A random story/drabble I thought of while I was half-asleep yester-afternoon...
Yes, I know it's weird, but I really could only write when I'm half-asleep, sleepy or in some other alternate state of consciousness. It's nothing to brag about, because it means I can't write on will... or when I'm fully awake. *pouts*
Oh, and before reading this, please disable the "BL plug-in" of your brain... Any hints and double meanings you find are unintentional...
There was once a young warrior who wandered the world in search of a Flaming Rose. In his long journey of searching, he came across a great wood where knowledgeable beings supposedly gather. He ventured inside and inquired of the creatures there, but none of them could give him anything definite about the Flaming Rose.
One day, just before the break of dawn, a pained cry awoke him from his slumber. He immediately was alert and ready, for danger might be near. He looked left and right and saw nothing of harm. He looked down and up, but there was nothing but the night. But it seemed strange that the night seemed to draw closer to him. Perhaps it was because a large bird as black as the night was falling towards him.
Instinctively, he tried to catch the bird from its fall. However, because the bird was very big, it so happened that in trying to catch the bird, he ended up cushioning the bird with his body.
"Thank you, kind sir!" said the bird. Only that he did not look like a bird, but rather a young boy with wings. "It would have surely hurt if I landed on the ground."
"You call that a landing?" Of course, our warrior wasn't happy being a cushion. But the winged one was still oblivious, and continued to shower the other with gratitude whilst still being on top of him.
"Well, maybe it could be called as falling," the winged boy mused thoughtfully. "You see, I'm not really afraid of falling; I'm only afraid of when I stop falling, I'm afraid."
"Just get off me and stop with the weird speech pattern!" snarled the wandering warrior. It was just then that the winged boy realized the position the two of them were in. He immediately got off the other and apologized profusely.
TBC
*sighs* That's it for now... Hopefully I'd be able to give this thingy a title and a plot outline, so that HOPEFULLY, I could finish it... This was so random anyway, like a bubble that suddenly popped in my head just as I woke up from my nap... hehe...
Oh, and before reading this, please disable the "BL plug-in" of your brain... Any hints and double meanings you find are unintentional...
There was once a young warrior who wandered the world in search of a Flaming Rose. In his long journey of searching, he came across a great wood where knowledgeable beings supposedly gather. He ventured inside and inquired of the creatures there, but none of them could give him anything definite about the Flaming Rose.
One day, just before the break of dawn, a pained cry awoke him from his slumber. He immediately was alert and ready, for danger might be near. He looked left and right and saw nothing of harm. He looked down and up, but there was nothing but the night. But it seemed strange that the night seemed to draw closer to him. Perhaps it was because a large bird as black as the night was falling towards him.
Instinctively, he tried to catch the bird from its fall. However, because the bird was very big, it so happened that in trying to catch the bird, he ended up cushioning the bird with his body.
"Thank you, kind sir!" said the bird. Only that he did not look like a bird, but rather a young boy with wings. "It would have surely hurt if I landed on the ground."
"You call that a landing?" Of course, our warrior wasn't happy being a cushion. But the winged one was still oblivious, and continued to shower the other with gratitude whilst still being on top of him.
"Well, maybe it could be called as falling," the winged boy mused thoughtfully. "You see, I'm not really afraid of falling; I'm only afraid of when I stop falling, I'm afraid."
"Just get off me and stop with the weird speech pattern!" snarled the wandering warrior. It was just then that the winged boy realized the position the two of them were in. He immediately got off the other and apologized profusely.
TBC
*sighs* That's it for now... Hopefully I'd be able to give this thingy a title and a plot outline, so that HOPEFULLY, I could finish it... This was so random anyway, like a bubble that suddenly popped in my head just as I woke up from my nap... hehe...