CloudyOrchards's Literatures

Asha was a mortal before she was an angel, and Asha wonders what it was like to live a few centuries ago. Chime remembers, and she doesn't.

You have a moment with Lumagrowl, you share no words, and you appreciate the different textures of his fur. All is calm, soft, and quiet.

He couldn’t feel his arm, he couldn’t feel his arm, he couldn’t feel his arm, he couldn’t feel his arm, he couldn’t feel his arm.

The door creaked opened slowly, the screams of ancient wood ringing out in the small hollow home. Walking with a slight limp Asha peered in with widened eyes, spotting his father on the other side of his giant bed, purple figure silhouetted against the pale light the sun offered between cracks of cascading white curtains.

After he won the war there were multiple occasions he would consider himself insane. Perhaps it was the consequences of bloodletting for centuries, or invading minds in the forms of demons and monsters, but whatever it was it wouldn't leave him alone.

In a cheap motel miles from home, Marika recounts her grandmother.

Honey prepares a meal for his boyfriend, all the while Ripley enjoys his day off.

The boxes they left were far different than they had been in her youth. These were not prettied up boxes of death hidden in innocence, but rather sleek and shimmering metallic black boxes that contain wonderful surprises. Pristine pokeballs with mysterious and wondrous pokemon inside, alongside a discardable note written by a shimmering golden gel pen. (Makes more sense if 'Rule One' is read first)

I believe my grandma understood things long before I did. She was the kindest woman I had ever met, but the panic and paranoia that lit up her eyes and creased her skin was something I hardly noticed growing up. Glancing to the windows at every movement, fingers tensing with every out of place noise, the hugs that pulled me in a little too tightly. It was obvious, looking back. She was terrified, but not for her own well being, but for mine. For every sign of what was dubbed simply as ‘The Game’

Contest entry from before Meryl was under my ownership

Contest entry from before she was under my ownership!

He was a god here

Gavino and Pandora interrogate a murkrow from the enemy team.

Osculum chops some tree's in solitude

What is a beast do with a room? At the end of the world within a run-down inn.

In which a hero struggles with who he is, and who the people around him are.