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[kasumisockrock]

Give me prompts: characters, genre, et. al. Fills will be anything from a single sentence to a handful of paragraphs.

I'll be writing through club and after class. A-and I'll, er, try anything this time guys. So shoot?

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[harbringersoul]

Her hair is bright like the sun, golden, burning - or red? - short and curling in spirals to her chin, circling, circling pasted her smile and eyes like growth, sad-- or hopeful as the ocean? A grasping hand, a murmured word… she has a name. She means the most, but dreams only linger in daylight.

Open his eyes to the truth: it is another morning in this world. His world? His new home.

Sometimes, it feels wrong: dress, breakfast, school. Sometimes, it should be: badlands, desert, burning hot at his feet. Sometimes, it is: breakfast, kiss mother goodbye and run, run, as fast as he can as far as he can there is something at his heels- but today it is: wake, train, walk to the tower. He can see the city from here, all of Tokyo, stretch out beyond the horizon. Stranger’s faces in the glass, a girl’s today. Alone, one silhouette, until she looks back and their eyes meet.

Vertigo, the sensation of fall through the platform and to the pavement below; death and rebirth in a moment as red looks back to green.

Fuu. Her name is Fuu, and he can’t be here. She hasn’t changed. It is too much to see her. He is too close (four steps and he could touch her, reach out and hold her hand.)

Ys or Yuca? He doesn’t know. Whatever she called him, that would be his name-- but she says nothing, smiling under his reflexive glare. She’s happy. He’s- glad?

…a moment. He allows himself one moment to look at her, and then turns on his heel away. Run, run, as fast as he can there is something at his heels (her smile and her tears.)