JFF2: Weapons and Meisters No. Thirteen by Catbot158, literature
Literature
JFF2: Weapons and Meisters No. Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen: No Dung Beetle, Please.
By now, everyone in this dysfunctional group knew that the place where they had been taken was a little strange. But the requests that were pinned up were the most ludicrous things that they had ever laid their eyes on.
“ ‘A six-foot dungbeetle, with strange markings, located near the docks’,” Daisuke read aloud. “What is this, a horror movie?”
“Would explain a lot of the things we’ve seen,” replied Dark, who had snuck up behind the group and was craning his neck to see what was on the board.
Daisuke scanned
I ran so fast,
not looking back;
trying to forget,
but trying to remember.
But as I did,
I stumbled into a corridor
With no windows or doors,
No light or sound.
“Ah,” I said,
“this is the heart of the castle,
The inner passage to the other side.”
It seemed so empty.
No one to talk to,
No one to hear me cry.
Seemed to be peaceful enough.
I sat against the wall,
And just stayed still,
Waiting for someone to pop up,
Call me out,
Make me come back to them,
To forgive themselves for their sins
Against me.
But no one came.
No one came for a long time.
I wondered if anyone knew
Where I was right now.
I wondered if they cared
Once, there was a little girl
who spun around on her toes
in the deepest of wood.
One day, the little girl suddenly stopped spinning,
and like a mirror breaking,
the world broke apart.
But as soon as it had smashed into pieces,
the world put itself back together
and started from where it had left off.
Except that the little girl was now missing.
What could it mean?
I don't know, actually. I think my mother told me that story just to make me shut up and go to sleep. But sometimes, I do think back to the first time I heard that story and wonder if even in her sleepy state, if my mom had a point to make. Does it apply to real life? Does it have
It's only a little late, let me stay up,
I don't feel very tired at all.
If you let me stay up, I won't keep you up,
I'll be very quiet tonight.
If you don't believe me, just wear some headphones,
and cover your ears with a pillow.
And hey in the morning, if I'm really tired,
you get to make fun of me all day!
“So, you promise?”
The boy looked up at the girl, surprised. “W-What do you mean?”
She shook her head shyly, before looking back at the orange-colored sunset. “I mean, you’ll meet me here again tomorrow morning, right?”
The boy was still confused. “But school starts tomorrow,” he explained, “and I’ll be so busy with soccer and stuff...”
The disappointed look on the girl’s face made his words vanish away with the remaining sunlight. He turned his head towards the half-circle ahead of them. The colors in the sky changed from orange to red to purple, like a painte
There's a certain kind of magic
that floats in the cold air,
and before you start
it's not love.
Well, maybe it is, actually.
You know that feeling you get,
when you see the person
you most want to see on the TV?
Or when you're scrolling down the webpage,
and suddenly there he is?
You know that feeling you get in your chest,
that light warmth that makes you want to levitate
up into the never-ending sky?
I always feel it when I see him smiling,
or when I see him laughing,
or even when I see him crying,
because I know the story end with him smiling
once again.
Perhaps it is because I know what's up with him,
why he looks angry at that mo