#wcprompt

第四香烟之后，我才发现我快快地枯萎。虽然二的烟把我的脸包围了，但是卫生间的镜子透明我犹豫的眼睛；它们的瞳孔在蜂蜜色的虹膜游来游去。我看着惊喜，心跳变得越来越快，但我的嘴依然沉默。

三天之前，我的室友跟我争执不休，她跟她的皮包走向中心。第一个早晨，我跟她打电话，就留给一个消息。我记得尝试两次，就放弃了。如果她不想跟我讨论这个星期的食品，算了吧。就是她的错误，就像怎么忘了喝奶我们的小猫，那只可爱却微弱的野兽。

火警讯号忽然鸣响，我的咒语也被消失了。我开门，就跑向她的小猫，抱紧她直到我害怕我可能饱死他。他哭泣，但是我坐在地上，退后自己的世界，回到搬到城市之前的时光。我不知不觉流泪，想一想谁会照顾我们--孤独的青年，忙着寻寻觅觅旅途的结束。

Author's Note: Since my native tongue is indeed English, I'd figure I'd write a story in Mandarin Chinese, one language I'm studying!

Notes: This is for the Sixth Prompt Menu (March) by @writeblrcafe .

The prompt menu I picked is Honey: Choose a song and write something inspired by that song.

The music video above has subtitles on it so please turn subtitles on to English to show the English translation of the lyrics while watching the music video.

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Once upon a time,

6 shining gold stars are born into a navy blue sky.

As they took a stage, filled with little stars wielding their lightsticks, they began to dance as it sparkled all over the stadium in different colors of the rainbow.

The first star, the color green, danced gracefully like a swan danced flowly like water.

The second star, the color red, who sang that it could tug their little stars' heartstrings out, and sometimes it can comfort the little stars' fragile hearts.

The third star, the blue star, belted a high note and began to sang cheerfully like walking to the candyland filled with fun and sweetness.

The fourth star, the purple star, rapping bar after bar in every beat and rhythm that it sets the vibe and the mood so vividly.

The fifth star, the yellow star, sometimes sings and sometimes raps. His tender voice adds a subtle touch with every melody they can hear.

And the sixth star, the pink star, which is the youngest, has soft vocals that it can brought warmth like the coziest blanket they love to snuggle with.

Each star has their own unique ways, their vibes...

But those 6 stars have one thing in common: To show their love to support to their little stars.

To sing together.

To share those cherished moments together

To share their funniest moments together when they're feeling happy.

To share their pain together when they're feeling sad.

To go walk hand in hand together through the darkest paths, in good times and the bad.

And dancing around together through the milky way.

6 Shining Gold Stars + Little Stars = Forever shining brightly under the navy blue sky...Together.

The Behind the Poetry on this latest work is under "Keep Reading" so please check it out.

on my neighborhood

where all our street lights

have been kept awake

and the view from my window

is a cold fumes sauna

but despite the strangeness

of that morning

we both hand in hand

walked down an orange lane

oh how warm were

the fallen leaves on the ground

where in every touch

our hands met an autumnal love

and without realizing

we found ourselves in the library

In front of a table

where a note appeared

saying, "Help us."

and with astonishment

our thoughts shone

when our eyes explored the place

no one of our kind but an alien

who without introduction swallows us

maybe the fog and the orange lane

were his beginning to our ending

--- h.harouche

Ginger: One foggy morning

Juniper: fallen leaves on the ground (Bonus: a scene of two characters raking up leaves together)

So the rules of this are pretty simple. I post about 1 song from a WIP playlist that I've made for every day throughout August and explain why they're a good fit for the WIP in question. Since all my WIPs take place in the same universe and share parts of their playlists, I'll be choosing from one of three or four playlists I've created and will detail which WIP each song is for rather than sticking to just one. The tags are simply to share these posts with those on my taglist and are not a call for anyone to participate. The first song and explanation will be under the cut.

Tagging: @druidx, @asher-orion-writes, @homesteadchronicles, @warriorbookworm, @mariahwritesstuff, @writeblrsupport, @ashirisu, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds

Early Spring

Everyday is getting a little brighter, a little lighter. Why? Well Winter is ending, Spring is beginning, but not fully there yet. I'm sitting here in golden sunshine, reading and waiting. I don't know what or who I'm waiting for, but I like to imagine I'll know when it or they arrive.

The small Càfe I'm sitting in is on the edge of town, just overlooking some slowly greening trees, a golden glowing sandy beach and the endlessness of an ocean. The owner did their best to give this place a cozy, homy feeling and there's always some author or young couple here. Now that outside is growing warmer, older couples are also starting to show up more again.

This cozy idyll is suddenly disturbed when yelling between a couple arises. I only got the gist of it, but forgot it again quickly. More and more people start yelling, both of them also calling more people to aid their cause, drama explodes like a bomb. I try covering my ears, but I also don't want to let my hot cocoa cool off.

Suddenly, I just put my cup down, I can feel hands dampening the sound from the drama. They are soft, but strong, but I don't try to shake them off as it allows me to finish my cup, without risking my ears with the yelling too long. The hands pull away as I start getting up, can't that couple yell outdoors? I make my way to the exit, pay the unfortunate girl behind the register and walk outdoors.

Silence, then birds chirping happily as always. Then I see the handsome looking man, openly, friendly smiling my direction.

routine love. written for @writeblrcafe‘s prompt: "There was a certain comfort to be found in predictability”. Text ID under cut.

Golden leaves on trees

autumn’s cold breeze rushes through-