#starter-

Crunch! Crunch!

That was the sound of boots, crashing through the snow like a person chewing on popcorn. That, combined with the sounds of howling wind quickly made for a bleak night as the young boy made his way alongside of a road.

“So cold… so cold…”

The boy chanted over and over underneath his shivering breath. Like all people experience when walking through a cold night, each and every whisper from him sent a small stream of clear mist to escape his lips. Yes, it was indeed cold.

“How much further is it…? How much longer do I have to go on?” He whispered to himself yet again. The sound of wind raging through the air, combined with the whipping of tree branches did nothing to calm his rising anxiety. He wanted to get to that place… that place where he would spend his Winter days. But he didn’t account for how long, and how cold it’d be. He was running on fumes sure, but he wouldn’t give up after a few miles of this treacherous cold.

a-dtoy // ( x )

“Hello, is this Kim Myungsoo?” his voice rough and despite speaking as politely as he could Hongbin still sounded as If he could potentially harm someone with just his voice alone. Usually, an issue such as this does not interest him at all he has more work to attend to and time to him slips by way too fast to accomplish anything like he wanted. Today, however, the troublesome young man is about to taste his rage “We can discuss this easily or I’m going to have to hand the piece of evidence to the officials” the window smashed and the wheels flattened. GO ON MASTER, GIVE HIM A LITTLE TASTE.

oculvus // ( x )

“Yes, I believe there are patterns that lead to success” I wish mine was different, whispered to himself the man who’d lost his own path before he could even remember. His dreams were simply garbage produced by innocence. The child was not allowed to that world every kid has experienced, the heroic figures are simply mass produced plastic waste and play time is not what leads to victory. “In my case It was dedication” he watched as the female flicked her wrist jotting down the response within seconds “Only the strongest survive, don’t you agree?”

[ sxxlhyxn ] : Starter. 

 In the wild, creatures among another were brought to the world with differences and their very own stories. Some are destined to stride across the plane they call freedom, the horizon their home and journey their very purpose of existence. To some, however, rules are their future and freedom is simply a sweet dream they crave to experience. In this case, the scenario focuses on the eagle with his engine equipped stallion and a trapped canary. She probably doesn’t realize that her longing eyes came to his attention every single time. The yearning canary. 

 The day ended, nothing unexpected. Every student carried themselves emptying the halls with bags hanging from their backs bearing books and papers not one would want to spare a glance after they reach home. It’s school after all, not much fun was supposed to happen unless of course something unconstructive a regular teenager would pay attention to. All the students were making their way to the main gate separating the school grounds and the street but two remained. Minho stood by his motorbike, his back leaned against it. His eyes, unlike other students, were aiming directly at a girl sitting rather nervously across from him. The look a child who’s been caught stealing a cookie would make but also, if he read it correctly..jealousy. Her eyes weren’t on him but the motorbike, the big bike he calls wife. The sight she was giving bothered him, what exactly does she have in mind? or perhaps she’s the one who scratched the side of his baby last week? The assumption boiled in his blood, not being the best at coping with his curiosity either the silence was broken. 

[ fri0lero ]

( 9:35 pm ) 

Hospital..once again. It spoke to him, the undamaged part of his mind. No matter how hard he tried, it still managed to scream to him. Lying, the act he despises the most, however, in this case, the pitiful soul had no choice but to commit that sin to comfort himself. Submerge his self-pity with a lie that’s increasingly foul each time he returned to this place. To call it stupidity is incorrect, he knew what he was doing and he walked right into the fire. He’s Injured once again, a minor car accident that left him with a dislocated bone in his right leg and a few cuts from the impact. Pathetic he thought. As his mind rolled off into space, his sense kicked in finally. They were speaking to him, the voices of the dead roaming the corridor. Cries of regret and moans of sorrow. These noises aren’t something unfamiliar to Minho, it’s something he deals with daily but considering this is the place where a lot of people lost their lives..It’s exceptionally louder. Occurrences such as these remind him that every single breath he takes, he’s walking on a path of uncertainty. It’s all inevitable..death is simply a part of the game.

Someone arrived. The subtle movement in the seat beside him alarmed Minho that he’s no longer alone in front of the pharmacy counter awaiting the call. Instinctively, his head tilted left only slightly allowing him a glimpse of the person. He was expecting an elderly woman or a child, to his surprise it’s a woman not older than him he assumed. His eyes unintentionally followed the flow of her strands framing her face. Her eyes filled with exhaustion and countless others he’s incapable of explaining. The sadness that graced her features, however, didn’t make her look less..beautiful. His admiration halted once he spotted a bandage on her temple. A weakened flower with stories hidden beneath..what happened to her? the question arose and being a slave of curiosity he was, Minho allowed a sentence to slip pass his lips.