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Red was his favorite color. It was the color of lanterns when the New Year knocked on the doors. It was the color of a bride's dress when her wedding day came. It was the color of luck and good fortune. It was the color of envelopes that dripped from the branches of yellow chrysanthemums. It was the color of blood, the color of life. Red decorated everyone's houses, from the lowly peasant to the great emperor living in the Imperial Palace. It was in this world of red, China came to live in. He knew no other color. Red meant that everything was going well, or everything was going bad. It reminded him that life bloomed all around him, even if

Name: Tomás Ferreira Age: 23 Gender: Male Race and/or Species: Human The Trope the Character Fits: Determinator Brief Physical Description: Tomás has short, curly black hair with a rather narrow set of eyes and prominent nose, and of average height - 5’6” (1.8 meters). He’s well built, especially around the arms and legs, but cannot lift exceedingly heavy weights. Most of his attire is of simple origin: a cotton button-down shirt with khaki shorts fit for the hot Brazilian weather and his social status. Dirt can be found staining his clothes and hands, along with stray plant material in his hair. Biography: Tom&

Have I ever told you how much I love you? I think about you entirely too much - and each time I do, my heart becomes heavier; it sinks to the bottom of the ocean, drowning. I know I’ll never be good enough for you. You deserve so much better. You deserve someone who can make you happy and have long winded discussions about particle physics and thermodynamics. You are a wonder, dear. I love how your eyes light up whenever someone even murmurs the word “physics” to you. The curl of your hair brings me much amusement. Sometimes it's flat against your forehead, other times it's meticulously gelled to a tip, but most of the time

    "You know that's going to kill you, right?"    "I am aware." Stefan took another draw from the cigarette, blowing a smoky stream into the cold, Arctic air. The tips of his curly brown hair waved in the wind. In his other hand, he held a flustered red rose, whose flourishing bud was missing a few petals. He tapped the end of the cigarette, dropping speckles of ash onto the ground. "What a beautiful sight, isn't it?"    The two men stood in near-silence, only interrupted by a chattering comment from Tomas and a curt answer from Stefan; their black coats contrasted sharply with the bare landscape of the tundra. Tufts of green and spots of

Something surfaces, and I remember A thing I wanted to forget - It was a bittersweet memory Filled with the golden light of day The thought disturbs a forgotten nostalgia, Along with memories of you It all started with you. Don’t you remember? Of course not; your eyes gleam a faded nostalgia. You always forget - That joyful day That beautiful memory. My heart refuses to release that memory Of us running in the rain, of your water-stained glasses, of you. Of squeezing between tight branches, of a quiet, grey day All of those small little details, I remember. But I want to forget And release myself from lying nostalgia. I

The sun hasn’t risen in Westray for twenty years. Instead, a pale yellow moon dominated the inky sky. The lofty, spiraling towers pierced the grey clouds; the city shook with the tremors of eleven bell tolls.    A lone man wandered the darkened streets, armed with a pistol loaded with silver bullets and an axe. He wore a feathered hat that covered his eyes, and around his mouth, was a handkerchief. He kept his eyes level; if they were pointed downwards, towards the cracked cobblestone street, then he would surely be killed. If they were pointed upwards, then he would surely go mad. Such was the mantra that his uncle drilled in his hea

For years, Wonderland has been engaged with a civil war against rival factions: The Reds and The Whites. Two different ideologies, two different views, two different women fighting for a monopoly on the crown. Both colors symbolize power, but which one will win the struggle? In the land of topiary and roses, the Queen of Hearts sits and with nearly unmatched skill, commands the chessboard and the cards. The King, the Rook, the Knight, the Bishop, and the Pawn are all at her disposal as well as half the deck. Hearts and Diamonds take up arms against their black counterparts. In the land of marble and snow, is the newly coronated White Queen,

    A man wakes up to the crow of a raven. He has a splitting headache and no idea how he got here.  The sky is starless and the moon shines dimly through the dark clouds. There is nothing around him besides a door standing a few feet away. A tree stands near it, with a raven perched on one of its branches. It is a peculiar thing, wearing a little top hat as black as its plumage, a silver monocle, and a gold pocket watch around its neck.      “Where am I,” he asks the bird.      The raven tilted its shiny head and answers in a croaky voice: “You are here.”    “Where is here?”    “Here.” It

A mermaid found a swimming lad, The oceans are an enigma wrapped in blue blanket of water teeming with life. Fish dart through coral reefs and swim freely in the open space. Green seaweed gently blows on the ocean floor as if they were grass blowing the wind. Grey dolphins chatter happily between each other as they breached out of the water for air. Down below, where not even the sun’s light can permeate the darkness; life exists in the form of mysterious and terrifying creatures that humans have yet to discover. Angler fish swim about with their glowing lights to attract prey, crabs quickly scuttle across the floor, and sea anemones

Flowers were a favourite to Fauchereve. He loved how they would unfold their petals when the sun shined and the fragrance they would give out when they did. He loved how they came in a variety of colours: red, orange, green, blue, and much more beyond the rainbow spectrum. He loved how each was different from the other and they would sway in the wind. In short, Fauchereve simply adored them. When he wasn’t busy playing with Italy or trying to get rid of those annoying pests attempting to get Italy back (it would never work anyway. They were in his realm and he could do anything he wanted), Fauchereve tended his garden. It was a secret