MidnightsEcho

Grayscale. The world is very gray when you are hurt. The rain pours, thundering on the pavement of the schoolyard. The wind is cold. The sun is hidden by gray clouds. Even the air around seems gray. The faces of the people who surround are gray. They have no expression, they do not matter. The only color that stands out in the ashen wasteland is red. A splatter of it here and there. A pool of it. A man stained in it. Red blood. Red liquid. The schoolyard is splattered red. The man was an English teacher by the name of Krais Rivers. An eccentric. He was very good with the children, and probably the most well-liked teacher in the run-down sc

All of a sudden, Fabio’s world became very, very lonely. Due to the success of the Winter Center, Florian was given even more work. When disputes between the needs of the country and the wants of the people could not be settled, they were handed over to him. He now had a new job, and slowly forgot that he already had one to begin with, one that was significantly more important. Fabio did not feel important. He just felt sad. And of course, he felt upset at the fact that Florian had promised he would spend more time with him. They’d even signed up for fencing classes that they NEVER actually went to! He’d so wanted to learn

Ruins. Labrey was a chaos of smoke and rubble and blood. Night black eyes stared out the train window... But no longer in fear. Sadness,  yes. But no more fear. Because despite its destruction, Labrey was free. Free of slavery, free from the monsters disguised as humans known as the Reizens. Physically, the country was in ruins from the war, but the people were anything but broken; they marched and partied and raised the Labrey flag one last time before their country officially became part of Alzure, like it had been so long ago. Many had died, but the living tried to ignore it and focus on freedom and victory for today. Their songs could b

Why do people do the things they do? Why am I sitting here, confined by walls? Why do I wake up every morning, drag the dog out and take those crowded busses? I hate people. Why am I confined by walls all day? Why am I near unnoticeable shadows of people? Why do I make myself sick and anxious? I hate people… I learned in a class that each objective must be for your greater goal. None of this will help me get there. I could much better spend my time reading endlessly. It's in line with the greater goal. If somehow I achieve the greater goal, what will be left of me? Why will I sit anywhere, confined by walls? Why will I wake up e

They say that the world was created by a family of superior beings. The twin daughters had quite the destructive rivalry, never getting along. Their hate for each other tore up Heaven. Their Mother, in a fit or her own rage, created a land and banished the two girls to it until they could work out their differences. Their fighting caused the land to snap and form into continents and islands, and created ice and fire and bodies of water. Eventually, the two took pause and looked at what they had done. They found it pretty. Together they worked to make it prettier. When their Mother saw this, she was pleased. She helped them too, and from the