Readertalia

The city was especially busy today. It was a chilly winter afternoon, so you were dressed for the weather. It was also a weekend, and the streets were filled with people. Adults were rushing to their jobs, teens were loitering in their favorite spots, and shopping addicts were hopping from store to store, taking up what little room there was with their comically large shopping bags. The traffic was especially bad, at times seeming like everything had come to a stand-still. At this point, walking was the faster mode of transportation, meaning more people were walking than driving, meaning the sidewalks were more crowded than you would like. Ev

~Climbing Down~ Bedridden and frail, she lies like a shy ghost buried deep in the blankets, her lungs wet sponges and her head a lead weight containing an organic computer barely keeping up a continuous heartbeat. The machines whir and clack away like leafing librarians, putting out a reading every half an hour in artificial succession. Light no longer stings her eyes, for sight is far beyond her, and she spends the last fragments of her life withering away as a wilting corpse in the sun. Lying past the dusty curtains forever drawn back, the garden blossoms, the flowers tremble in the warm breeze that carries whiffs of pollen and sweet scent

     Was she an idiot?     He watched her through the window, angrily stirring his cup of coffee. It was absolutely pouring out there, will the rain coming down in relentless streaks that the outside world was almost a blur. It didn’t help that the café carried such strong scents of coffees and teas while the shaky outline of a girl shivered. Running an irritated hand through his hair, he criticized himself for even worrying about her. He didn’t know her…and it was the idiota’s own stupid fault for not having an umbrella.     Why didn’t she just leave? Why was she still stan

~The Grounded~ She fell like a dying comet thrown from the stars, and the sky ripped apart and shattered the silence with a ravaging cry of agony impossible to recreate with human chords. The hunter had been in the forest when he heard the inhuman scream echo through the evergreens. The trees shuddered, and their leaves quivered. The air had frozen in time, the vapors in the atmosphere halting to a standstill. It was as if the world had stopped turning. When he looked to the heavens, he saw her dropping towards the earth, arms limp and head hung. She was going to die falling from such a height. But all the same, curiosity drew him towards

~Brown Sugar~ As if the burning cinders in the snug, distant hearth are speaking with their neighbor ashes, the flames kick and cough up crinkled slivers. The air—heavy with the slick salty hint of butter, almonds, and caramelizing sugar—brings back fond memories of days long past and gone…but not forgotten. Off in the distance, you can hear the families singing in the living area, a collection of muscles pulling at the edge of your lips in an upward crescent. Little instances like these remind you that you are alive and living here in the present. Miniscule moments that would otherwise pass can be caught by the eye befor

  The cold and endless tundra stood before you looming like the fate that beheld you; cold, empty, dead. Taking a few futile steps forward and shivering in the snowstorm which was blowing in your face; you heard a crackle beneath you.   Iceland was pissed off, the other Nordics were bothering him once more. But now, he saw the snowstorm picking up pace back to his home. Looking to the right, he saw a dark figure on the frozen lake that stood near his home.   He heard a crackling noise and without thinking, dashed onto the ice himself and plunging into the freezing cold water too see a small (h/c) haired girl sinking.  

The German sky was crying snow heavily as you sat on your window seat. It scattered down and froze against the even colder ground, barely entertaining you. You were waiting for someone very important, worrying they weren't going to make it due to the very heavy snow falling from the ground. The brightness of the sun hitting the white clouds made you squint as you looked out your window again. It was then that you saw him walking his way up the steps of your home. Before he even got hold of the doorknob, you slipped your jacket on over your shoulders, slipped your boots on and trampled outside to give him a big hug. He stumbled back slightly

  I bet a lot of you reading this right now have heard of the tale foretold by the animators of Disney of the 'Little Mermaid' correct? Some may not know the true tale and since this is the imagineers we are talking about, they elect out the true ending to the story.   The truthful ending to this wonderful tale is that our beautiful mermaid princess and her prince both die, much like Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet'. The princess ends up turning into sea foam at the confession of her love to her prince.   So now you expect this story to go on pretty much as it is told, right? But there are many variations of this story. Take