Frankie C Reder
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People who don't understand pain 3
But where exactly is the abyss? He could not find his way. Instinct drove him to seek help from the God who had favored him, and he prayed to God, "Please take back the gift that made me happy forever, but now I need to find the pain." God was a little surprised: "Pain is a strange virus, and once you have been infected once, you are no longer immune to it for the rest of your life." This means that from now on, the man will care about the conflict nastiness he never cared about, generate the sadness resentment he never generated, be infected again and again by the contagious disease of pain, and endure the bad disease, while he can only hopelessly pray for God to grant mercy and allow him to have a longer interval between attacks. For it is impossible to heal from this disease until it takes him to the grave. "Even so, do you still have to fill the empty hole inside with pain?" God asked. He nodded, "Even so, I am willing." The moment the divine power was exerted, endless pain surged up to his heart, so terrible that it almost tore his entire soul apart. It was a kind of mourning that could not be resisted no matter what, all those separations from friends and relatives, the loss of money and goods, and all the misfortunes suffered in life in the past many years, the boundless pain they had precipitated, finally found an outlet and spilled out. Unknowingly, a clear liquid spilled out of his eyes. He wiped those transparent liquid with his finger in a daze, is this ...... tears? "Are you beginning to resent?" God asked. "The world is always resentful of life because of the pain it feels." He did not answer, because at this moment he did not care to listen to God's question, his mind was filled with other thoughts. At this moment, he began to truly understand his lover's feelings when she was in pain, knew what kind of predicament she was in, and now understood all the things she had said in the past that had always confused her. He finally understood why the pain was born and why it was extinguished, and why his lover would tearfully say to himself, "I don't need you to do anything to make me happy, and I don't want to hear you say that those things are not worth being sad at all, at this moment, I just need you to understand my pain and be with me." The pain roared fiercely in his chest, but the joy he had felt also returned, the two forces were evenly matched, entwined, joy in pain, sweetness in bitterness, all wrestling to the point of incompatibility, refilling his empty heart with no more gaps. He suddenly realized that this completeness was, in fact, another gift from God. "No, I don't resent it at all." He regained his senses and calmly answered God's question, "I feel the pain, it's really bad, but I don't resent life for its existence, it's not all meaningless to me, no, it's even important." He paused for a long time, carefully feeling the complex rush in his chest, he would probably never be able to get used to this hard feeling himself, but from now on, he would take it all with him, even when he was happy, there would be times when he needed to remember it, to summon it. He doesn't like the pain, but he chooses to accept it. "So ......," God murmured, "do you regret it?" "I do not regret it, even if I will be haunted by this pain for the rest of my life ......" His tears flowed again, and this time there was hope in them, in addition to pain, "but it is my own choice, to be able to understand and help the one you love."
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The Sleeping Witch 1
The knight looked up at the tower, which stood deep in the forest. The tower is located at the junction of two kingdoms, surrounded by a treacherous mist, there have been many brave people venture into this area, but unfortunately most of them will lose their way in the mist, even the tower door can not enter. Occasionally, some people are lucky enough to enter the tower, but to face a series of even more terrible hurdles, the lighter internal injuries and vomit blood, the heavier mental breakdown, simply can not hold up to climb to the top of the tower. The most horrible thing is that, over the years, no one has been able to speak clearly, what exactly they were defeated by something. Over time, this has become the most inaccessible and forbidden place in the whole fairy tale continent, even the official map will not mark the location of the tower. But these legends do not scare off the kingdom's most valiant knights. Rumor has it that the top of the tower is imprisoned by a curse and fallen into a deep sleep of the neighboring princess, that is a stunning beauty, is waiting for the real brave man to enter the tower, defeat the black witch who imposed a vicious curse, she will kiss awake. "Although most of the legends in our fairy tale world are unreliable, this one is definitely true, brother, I swear on my hairline, because it happens to be my twin sister who is sleeping at the top of the tower." At the tenth anniversary celebration of his college graduation, Knight's best buddy from the same dormitory when he was in school, the neighboring prince assured in a serious manner. "And my sister is a hundred times better looking than me." Looking at the prince's real skin, the single knight of all time decided to take the hand-drawn map given by the prince and ambitiously set out on the journey. Whether the tower is guarded by evil dragons, demons or monsters, are not enough to stop his courage to go forward. But the brave knight never thought that the most difficult to break through the road, is actually too many to count in the tower of the examination. That's right, each floor of the tower is a profound magic imposed on the examination level, some are to answer the questions to do the paper, some are to do experiments to write reports, time is tight, the number of questions, failing to pass the test! At that moment, has graduated from school for many years of the knight, forced to recall the fear of failing the exam. "Had I known it was like this, I would not have been on the Prince that bastard's pawn!" Only halfway up the stairs, the knight had already done the questions to the point of no return, inwardly the prince's villain zapped a hundred times a hundred times. By the time he reached the top of the tower, the knight felt that he had finished the exams of his next life. Before you have time to take a good breath, the sight in front of him first made him suspicious. At the top of the tower was a huge laboratory, with a silver magic mirror hanging on the wall directly opposite and several large blackboards filled with algorithmic formulas on the other walls. In the center of the room was a large table with various instruments stacked on it, and a suspicious-smelling viscous liquid was bubbling in the vessel "thud thud". There was a woman sitting at the table. She was dressed in the traditional wizard's robe, a thick black hair tied into a low ponytail, her face was wearing simple black-rimmed glasses. The knight cleared his throat in some confusion and took a half step forward, and the other woman noticed his presence and got up to turn to him. Simply put, this lady dressed as a sorcerer was not particularly young, nor did she show signs of aging, but precisely the mature aura between youthfulness and aging. As for her looks, she does bear a slight resemblance to the prince.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The City with No Name 3
For example, a few store owners who also run a dessert store in that alley are angry about it. That suspicious outsider not only took away our business, but now he wants to take away the city's name as well? How dare you? With such anger, the shopkeepers united and let many unconfirmed statements spread with the aroma of their own desserts, which were intertwined and spread more and more, more and more mysteriously, crowding all corners of the town, and even a stray dog could dig several out of the garbage: Before he came to our town, he was an amateur dessert maker! Not a professional at all, and just fooled us not to see the world. His desserts are not as good as he claims. There are many dessert chefs in other cities who are better than him! If it weren't for the kindness of the people in our town, he wouldn't have made it! Hey, he still wants to teach others how to make desserts, but he's not even good enough to teach others! What a bunch of crap those recipes are! Because his dessert recipe is originally copied from others, so many varieties of patterns, he could not come up with! Also, how can someone be in such a good mood all the time, smiling every day, must be pretending to cheat! Yes, yes, he is a liar! A self-righteous, disgusting, hypocritical liar! These voices were originally just people's private whispered discussions, but the convergence became very loud, even against the original lively in the dessert alley, noisy as hell. First, the residents of the small town could not stand the noise and stopped visiting the dessert store, and then, those foreigners who came to taste the dessert on purpose also felt uncomfortable, and the queue outside the store gradually decreased. Finally, a scandal about a dead mouse in the back kitchen dealt a fatal blow to the store. The previous many years of a bustling business became a bust overnight, and even if it took some time before the investigator in charge said perfunctorily that the scandal was just a misunderstanding and didn't really happen, it was impossible to restore what had been destroyed, whether it was the window that had been smashed by teenage punks throwing rocks or the beautiful name that belonged to the store. The dessert chef stood in the garden, silently cleaning the debris on the ground, looking at the garden plants have been the same as their own aging withered, can not help but remember that many years ago, when he first opened this dessert store, the garden had lush flowers and plants around the chic new tables and chairs, empty seats as if waiting for customers to hurry to come. Now, they will never come back. The dessert chef with white hair sighed. Meanwhile, in another part of town, a group of dessert store owners were celebrating, raising their glasses high in a toast to this great victory: Finally, that nasty outsider is down, and we will never be cheated by this hypocritical bastard again! They drank and laughed and got drunk, but until the last one was drunk, no one was stupid enough to say the true words: Now it's time for us to enjoy the glory and benefits! Then one dawn morning, before the whole town was fully awake, a traveler reloaded his bag and walked away alone from the entrance of the quiet alley. Just as he had come. This incident did not stir up any waves in the small town, anyway, there are many dessert stores in town, and there is no shortage of this one has become notorious. But, really no impact? The first to notice the change is the foreigners who came to try every dessert store in the alley, they frowned and shook their heads: the taste of desserts here is not much better than our city, it is not worth coming so far to eat it. And then there are the newly grown children in the city, they do not have the unique memory of the sweet, once they grow up and leave home, in other places to taste more exquisite and delicious desserts, they can no longer recall the memory of the banal and boring home, and no longer want to come back. Finally, the old residents who have always lived in the city, they will put down the dessert that they no longer want to eat when they lament: the original store's dessert ...... is still the best. Over time, the number of people going to the dessert alley is decreasing, the whole alley is increasingly cold, opened in the dessert store there fell one after another, who did not make money, but rather a clean loss. It has become a city without dessert stores again, as for the original attached to the dessert above the false name, also like the clouds in the air, the wind blows a little to scatter. The makers of the map gave up marking its name on the map, after all, this small town is too ordinary, there are no features worth remembering, out of the city a few miles, no one can remember its existence. But anyone with some interest and skills have gone out and never returned, leaving only those too ordinary and unexciting old residents, numbly guarding the city, living a life of poverty and boredom. Everything has finally returned to its original form. The traveler is still a traveler, although I do not know where he has now wandered. And this small town, is still that gradually forgotten by the outside world, no name of the city.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The Man Who Knew No Pain 2
Those words of comfort that are not heartfelt sometimes make the situation more difficult to end. "Hey, it's actually nothing." The girl shook her head gently and reassured him in turn, "Not understanding pain is the shadow of eternal happiness, and one cannot be separated from one's shadow." Not everyone would mind him having such a shadow, which is why some people would actively avoid him and not want to get close. But the girl embraced him: "I love the ever-happy you so much that your shadow, I don't mind either." He hugged the other side equally tight. I don't know why, but what should have been an intimate hug failed to bring him joy for the first time. Day by day, they remained together. To be more precise, it was only when the girl was in a good mood to be together. The two found a new way to get along, whenever the girl encountered sadness, when the mood, will take the initiative to avoid him, or find family company, or talk to friends, or quietly alone, in short, she has her own way to relieve. He instinctively felt that there was something wrong with this, numerous love stories have said that true lovers need to share the pain and suffering, share together when happy, and share the pain with each other. But how exactly do you share something you don't even know what it is? There was nothing he could do about it. "It's okay." Rather, the girl has looked away and will smile openly. "In love which have to talk about perfection, there will always be some things that do not fit, life is like that." But life is more than the occasional tantrum, sometimes it is also cruel and unforgiving. A huge change broke the girl, leaving her with no way to climb out of the abyss of pain completely on her own. The girl wilted as quickly as a flower broken from its branch, both in face and soul, and her loved ones and friends showered her with care, all of which was good for comfort and encouragement, but not enough to save her stuffed heart from pain. "Everyone is obviously very nice, but if all this care and consideration doesn't come from the most important person in the heart, the strength given doesn't seem quite enough, it's so strange." The girl crouched on her lover's shoulder, her expression was written with self-deprecating sorrow and helplessness, "but people are originally so strange ah ......" and he could not help her, just like a person who has never been in the water is powerless to save the desperately struggling to fall into the water. He could only watch his lover sink day by day, the smile no longer appeared on her face, even the pain itself in her gaze was fading, and instead settled into numbness. This is not good, he knows. But does he suffer for it? Neither. He only felt that the once constant flow of joy inside him was no longer increasing, as if someone had stolen them, or they had evaporated into thin air, in any case, the joy had diminished, and the heart that had been bursting at the seams had begun to grow. Yes, a gap where no joy exists. It was still not pain, but a kind of hollow. The hole kept growing, so big that it was about to swallow his heart, and the girl's state was deteriorating, as if she was about to wither away from the lively bloom of life. Looking at his lover's increasingly haggard face, a strong echo began to reverberate in the hollow of his heart: he wanted to save her, he wanted to jump into the abyss to bring her up, and was even willing to give his life for her.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
A small transparent and big writer 2
After that, the little fan sulked for a while and didn't write anything. But the love for creative writing has long been planted in the heart of a seed, will quietly take root and sprout, even by frustration and sadness intrusion, will not be easily aborted. Moreover, there are some enthusiastic readers who will leave messages under the articles of small fans: "Mrs., how are you? Why haven't you updated lately?" Looking at these messages, the little fan suddenly felt something in his heart. Among those readers who left messages, there may be someone who feels the same as me who refreshed Mrs. page countless times before. I can't let everyone down. The little fan decided to continue to write and write well. If I write well and well, so well that even people outside the circle can notice, perhaps one day, will also be seen by the wife in the sea of people. Even if the wife doesn't know who I'm writing for, it doesn't matter. The little fan was relieved. As long as I can make my wife happy when she reads my article, just like I was happy when I read my wife's article, then that's good. From such a wonderful opportunity, the little fan really stepped into the creative circle. At first it was difficult, but after that ...... was actually very difficult too. No matter what industry and what environment, as long as you want to do things properly, there is no time when it is not difficult. Small fans have gritted their teeth and persevered. The level rose steadily, readers grew slowly, and when a certain critical point was reached, they began to be noticed by industry bigwigs, with more opportunities and more promotion. The small fans so step by step steadily upward, and finally one day, went to the position of well-known writers. It seems easy to say, but in fact, time has passed for many years. The bittersweetness of this is known only to those who have experienced it, but there is nothing to be concerned about, today's small fans, oh no, big writers already have excellent works, many readers. The past hardships and hard work have been rewarded with glory. A little more attentive readers know that the big writer has a strange hobby, every once in a while, will recommend to the hardcore readers the works of an unknown Internet writer. Even if they are very old, so old that they are about to be forgotten. Perhaps those articles were still good in earlier years, but with today's mainstream preferences, they are no longer to everyone's taste. But with the persistence of the great writers who recommend even when readers complain and protest, those works that should have been drowned by time continue to shine faintly. Not many people read them when they see the recommendations, but at least they are not completely forgotten. Occasionally, people around me would ask the writer curiously why he always mentioned these old stories, and the writer would reply in a serious manner: "This is my original intention to be a writer, how can I forget it? No one took it seriously, just as a joke, and they were all made to laugh. The writer himself also laughed, but after each laugh, he turned his head to look at the sky outside the window, and somehow felt a bit sad. Mrs., nowadays, you should be standing under the same blue sky as me, right? I don't know if the stories I wrote have ever been seen by you and brought you a little bit of pure joy? The time passed for a while, the big writer was going to have a book launch and went to a big bookstore in some city to make preparations. Because of the early arrival time, it was still early for the official launch, so the writer had a temporary idea to stroll around the bookstore. The bookstore had just opened and there were not many customers, and the writer himself did not often show his face in public, so he did not worry about being recognized by anyone. He slowly strolled to the new book section and was happy to see his work prominently displayed in the recommendation section. When the writer turned around to leave, two strangers who looked like companions suddenly came by and stopped in front of the writer's new book, talking softly. The writer also stopped in his tracks. One of the two strangers picked up a book on the counter and asked his companion if he had read the author's book. After getting a positive reply from his companion, the stranger said: I also think this writer writes well, some of the stories in it will remind me of some random things I wrote many years ago, although the subject matter is different, but that feeling, very intimate, very familiar. The big writer stood aside with his back to the two, suddenly a little nervous. Then forgot to breathe as the stranger announced to his companion the name of the story he had written. In the next conversation between the other person and his companion, the big writer learned that the person had never been a full-time creator, and had abandoned his original account many years ago, and no longer paid attention to the online strife, devoting himself to work completely unrelated to creative writing. The creations of the early years were just the results of a writing enthusiast's hobby in his spare time. Compared to the masterpieces of professional writers, the standard of those spontaneous works may not be flawless, or even enough to leave indelible traces on the Internet entirely by their own quality. The traces it leaves in someone's heart never disappear. The big writer, no, the person who should have turned back into a small fan at this time, had only this one person in his heart, the first wife, from the beginning to the end. The little fan turned around and walked slowly towards the stranger who was a few meters away from him. The footsteps are as gentle as a butterfly that is afraid to disturb a flower, full of expectation and caution. The other person also noticed the small fan and cast a friendly smile. "Hello, ma'am, I'm your little fan." The little fan was so nervous that her heart thumped in her chest. Many things in this world change, but there are always some that do not change. Just like at this moment, the little fan is in the same mood as what he envisioned many years ago, even his voice is full of coyness and surprise when he speaks. "I've loved your writing stories for really, really, a long time."
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Song of the Wind God 1
The wind god is a free and easy-going god, always with the pursuit of freshness and change of the teenage heart, can not stay in one place, always wandering around with the nature. He has been to many places, has seen everything, and has met many things he likes, but they are all passing by. Hundreds and thousands of years had passed, and there was never anything that was worth stopping and waiting for. But one summer night, when he drove the clouds over a castle, but heard the song that could slow himself down. The song was melodious and pleasant, even if mixed with a few lonesome tones, still beautiful. Wind God has never heard such a beautiful song, curiosity turned up again, so landed on top of the castle, looking down. On the highest terrace of the castle, a beautiful maiden is lying on the railing, in front of the night, singing softly. Her song is as beautiful as the magic, each note can be melted into the wind sweeping past her, was sent to the forest around the castle, was painted in the starry sky above the castle, was sunk into the dreams of every sleeping person, spread very wide, very far. The wind god sat motionless on the roof, listening fascinated. Even the four rising winds ceased. Until the girl stopped singing, took out the silk wipe the corner of the eyes, the god of the wind only came back to his senses, some panic jerked up, bringing up a sharp wind. The silk in the young girl's hand did not hold, and at once was blown out by the wind, tumbling lightly over the terrace several times, and then slowly sink. It did not hit the ground. A gust of wind lifted it up, along with the wind god, hanging outside the terrace where the young girl was standing. Although the wind god has no entity, but there is a way to make mortals see their appearance. What appeared in front of the maiden at this moment was the appearance that the wind god had maintained for thousands of years, a slender and handsome young man, surrounded by a fine wind flow, even the short hair on his forehead also swayed slightly. He drove the wind and brought the handkerchief to the young girl, his voice had a coy tone that he did not even notice: "This is your handkerchief." The young girl looked at the young man hanging in mid-air, but not afraid or panic, but took the handkerchief, slightly hesitantly asked: "You are ......" The young man scratched his head: "I am the wind." The young lady was slightly moved and seemed somewhat pleased: "So, you are the wind." Beautiful things are often easy to relate to each other, whether it is a beautiful song or a warm evening breeze. Two teenage girls who had never met before, when they first met, were able to keep this terrace and talk all night without any barriers. After listening to the young man's enthusiastic account of the strange stories he had seen in different places over the years, the girl told the wind god that she was originally the princess of this country, but her parents died early and her uncle took away the throne. Although the new king did not put her to death when she was still a baby, but also wary of her coveting the throne. For as long as she could remember, she was trapped in the castle, surrounded only by servants who watched over her, with no friends or family to keep her company, and never allowed to go anywhere outside the castle. Singing alone on this terrace late every night was her only pastime and freedom. "How nice that you have been to so many places, unlike me who has never left the castle." The young girl lowered her eyelids, with envy and loss, "That sounds so free."
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The Man Who Knew No Pain
There was a fortunate man who was favored by God to have only joy in his heart and no pain. He laughed happily every day, and nothing could break his heart, not even the loss of money and goods, the separation from his friends and relatives, these bad things could not wipe the smile off his face. Because his heart has been filled with happiness, there is no gap left to accommodate the pain. So did the people around him like him? Sometimes they do. This happy man never complains, discouraged, depressed, he also encounters all kinds of problems in life, but does not need anyone to help him share the burden of pain. As for anger, that is even more unlikely to happen, no one needs to worry about his bad temper due to stress, the contagion of bad mood every to him completely cut off, will not be passed on. He can always see the beauty of the world, and then use his sunny smile to warm the people around him, stay with him, can share his endless fullness and fun. But there are times when people around him will actively avoid him and won't come close. Why? He was a bit puzzled, though not worried. No one ever told him the answer, and he wouldn't dwell on such things, continuing to live carefree. Until one day, he met a girl he liked. The two soon began to fall in love, and he felt that his heart was simply going to be bursting with too much joy. Every day, even if he did not do anything, he would not be able to stop laughing just by staying with the girl. The girl is equally happy and will share both the joy he takes out and will tell him about her own happy events. He felt that his life and romance were perfect and flawless. But after a while, the girl's face did not smile as much as before, and occasionally she would show either annoyance or sadness. "What's wrong with you?" He asked, puzzled. "Something bad is making me hurt, hard." The girl replied. "That's how life is." But his life wasn't like that; he had never felt pain before and didn't know what it tasted like. So when the girl turned to him with red eyes for comfort, he felt only bewilderment: "What do I have to do to make it better?" The girl tried to explain to him that people feel pain because of what things, and when they feel pain, they want to be cared for, but no matter how many times he said it, he just asked over and over again, "Why do you want to suffer for such things?" Gradually, the girl fell silent, tears rolled down her cheeks: "I do not know why ...... but that's how people are." Will be hurt, will be disappointed, will be in the dark when, expect the beloved to reach out a helping hand, from which to draw warmth and strength. "I'm sorry." He bowed his head. "What you say about pain, I don't understand." Even though he had tried very hard to care for and look after the girl, there was a lot of pain that could not be completely driven away by just the happiness of those around him. If one person is ignorant and uncomprehending of another's plight, can he really help them? No, he cannot. Even the disconnection brought by this lack of understanding itself is a pain. When faced with the girl's pain, the blankness, so he felt that the two originally close together heart far away. After a long period of time, he watched the girl from time to time into the life of the trouble, there are big and small problems, the pain is deep and shallow, but no matter what kind of pain, he can only be silent to face.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Song of the Wind God 3
He directly raised a warm wind, the airflow gently brushed the maiden's cheeks, so that the tears that had slipped dried in the wind. The young girl stopped crying and stared blankly at the teenager in front of her: "You're back." "Hmm." The teenager smiled. "I will stay for you." There was another sentence he didn't have the heart to say. If you shed another tear, I will dry it for you with the wind too. In the following days, the wind god kept his promise to the young girl and appeared outside the terrace every night. So much so that the maids and guards who spent time in that castle looked back years later and remembered that summer when the cool breeze blew every night. But what they didn't know was that at the highest point of the castle, there were two young people who enjoyed the most pleasant and soothing evening breeze every night, chatting to their hearts' content. In addition to telling the young man what he saw and heard outside, he would often bring her some gifts, such as a textured red leaf, or a dew-stained flower petals. Just because the girl said that she wanted to see the trees and flowers in faraway places. Sometimes he would even go far away, like the glaciers that stand in the distant sky, or the sea that surrounds the horizon, just to get some smell from there that the girl never had the chance to smell, and then with these precious flavors, you can imagine the whole world wide. To be honest, to run a long way every day to bring back these smells, but also carefully sealed with air currents along the way, so that they do not escape in the middle, even for the teenager who is the wind god, is also quite hard. But as long as you can see the real smile on each other's face, then all this hard work can not care. The young lady wishes to give the teenager a gift in return, but the teenager is the wind, the princess can give valuable treasures, for him are too heavy and heavy to take away. "Then sing a song for me." The teenager said. "That's something the wind can always carry away with it." The young girl blushed and buried her head and smiled, and when she looked up again, she had opened her mouth and sang a song. The song is clear and melodious, compared to the once mournful and sorrowful, now there are a few more joy and reassurance inside. The young man always unconsciously listened to the obsession. In the past thousand years, he always thought that the ability to never stop running freely is the happiest thing in the world, never thought that there is a person who can make himself willing to stop and stay, is also the same happiness. Unfortunately, happy times always pass in a hurry, just like that cool breezy summer, and soon will pass. In the late summer night, the teenager arrived as promised, but the face of the young girl on the terrace was not the same as the old happy, but covered with sadness. "After tonight, please ......" the maiden whispered, "...... don't need to come to me anymore." Her uncle, the king, had forced her to arrange a marriage with a neighboring prince in order to make good with a neighboring country that had been at war for years. The marriage was urgent, meaning she would soon have to marry far away, go to a strange castle and become a stranger's wife. The situation in the neighboring country is even more complicated and dangerous, and then I am afraid that even the freedom to spend every night alone on a small terrace will be gone. She did not want to do that. But what could she do? The young man was a little confused by this sudden change, his mind was in turmoil, and he blurted out on impulse: "Then I'll go with you!" He was willing to chase her for a lifetime, stopping around another castle and never leaving again.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Song of the Wind God 2
This made the teenager's heart was suddenly gripped tight. He couldn't imagine how hard it must be to be trapped in one place for years, with no friends or family and no freedom. When it was light, there were people inside and outside the castle, the teenager was afraid that he would be seen by others and cause trouble, so he had to tell the girl that he had to leave first. "Then you ......" the girl asked after, clear eyes full of expectation, "you will come again tonight?" The teenager hesitated. He was the unrestrained wind, never stopping for anyone. But why, when he saw the reluctance in the young girl's eyes, did he feel a slight pain in his chest? "I'm sorry." The teenager said softly. "I'm the wind, I shouldn't and can't stay in one place for too long." The anticipation in the young girl's eyes dimmed, but was soon replaced with a frank smile: "Yes, you are the wind, you should have been free." This was the thing she longed for most in her life, and even if she never got it, it was nice to see someone actually have it, to prove that this freedom did exist. The wind god also does not remember exactly how he left, only that when he ran to a stop with a stifled breath, he was already in a city he had never been to, far away from that castle. Surrounded by unfamiliar scenes, new things, he should have been very interested, like the old days, excitedly swept through all kinds of fun things to look at here and there. But for some reason, the heart was always held by an inexplicable heaviness, how can not be happy. The God of Wind walked through the streets and alleys of the city irritably, not even paying attention to the road, so much so that the air currents brought with him blew over the dried herbs drying at the entrance of the alley, got rid of the wet clothes hanging on the balcony, and even lifted the skirts of several ladies on the street, causing a cry of surprise. Well, he didn't mean to. He was just ...... too upset inside. Finally the god of wind, who has caused a lot of trouble, finally stopped and stood on top of the tallest clock tower in town, looking out towards the distant mountains. Even if you can only see the rolling hills, but he knew that behind that mountain hides a castle, revealing the sharp corners of the towers, and a lonely maiden, every late night will be singing on the highest terrace of the castle, even if no one can hear. It turns out that his own heart, too, has been aching for the curtain scene. The young man no longer hesitated, turned a sharp direction and rushed to the place where the castle was located. When he returned to the castle, the night is already late, the surrounding area is quiet, only from the forest around the castle faintly came some water and the sound of insects. There was no pleasant song, instead, the sound of whispered sobs melted in the wind. The young man frowned and quietly flew towards the highest terrace of the castle. Then he saw the young girl crying, not much elegance and decency, delicate features twisted together, red and swollen around the eyes, teardrops kept flowing down. When people are really lonely and sad, they don't care if they look good. The young man panicked and hurriedly appeared outside the terrace, wanting to say some words of apology and reassurance, but for a moment did not know how to speak. Without a physical body, he could not directly fetch things like mortals, but still wanted to drive the wind to pick up the silk handkerchief thrown aside by the girl, to dry her tears. After thinking about it, the wind god gave up this move.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Lost Heart Collection Service 2
It takes a lot of coincidence for two strangers who have only met each other once to meet again in a big city. Fortunately, coincidences are always everywhere, and soon the young man met the girl for the second time in the elevator of his apartment building and was surprised to find that her newly rented apartment was next door to his. The young man would say hello to the girl he ran into when he was out to take out the trash, chat with the girl in the cafe below the apartment building who was also in the coffee line, give a hand to the girl who was still carrying a large item to her new apartment, and sincerely praise her for the delicious baked cookies she gave him as a thank you gift. Five points of coincidence plus five points of positivity become ten points of friendship and familiarity. This is how many strangers can become friends. But the young man didn't just want to become friends with the girl only. Every time he met the other person's eyes, he felt his heart, which had been empty, fill up a little more and sink a little more. This is a novel experience, he never thought that one day his interactions with people will really use that heart, and the so-called heart to heart, not to give their hearts to each other, but all the good interactions with each other, are put into their hearts. The kind of thing that fills the heart, through time fermentation, turned into the love and admiration. In fact, from the first encounter with her, there was something in the other person that attracted him deeply, he could not say. But it doesn't matter, if it is easy to explain the ins and outs of a relationship, what kind of dazzling love is it? Love is the most hidden thing in this world, it makes the young man's heart heated up to a blazing degree, whether it is a coy blush, or rapid breathing, is the heart of the love of more than can already be filled, find ways in the outward emanations of the way. But what does the girl he adores think? The young man was not sure. Even if she will be amused by the playful words he said, will also be humming the same old song with him when the heart will smile, but the faint despair will always be in the smile lapsed floating between her eyebrows, can not be dissipated. The young man now knows very well that the happiness born of love is not like this, anticipation and fear torment him at the same time, so he no longer feels comfortable in front of the girl, but more stammering, wanting to say something. The girl was more open, and on the night she went to the rooftop of the building to observe the meteor shower, she took the initiative to tell the young man what she was really worried about. "I have a broken crack in my heart." The girl whispered, "I had thought it was okay, but ......" Once she too had a complete heart, a heart full of true love, stemming from a past lover. At that time, she was happy, happy, would guard the stove in the winter nights to make a warm pot of old soup for her lover, and would also lean her head upward when the spring sunshine spilled over her lover's shoulders. But a betrayal and separation ended that love affair, not only knocking over the original love in her heart and losing it, but also shattering the heart itself into several pieces, which took her a long time to put back together. Unfortunately, the heart that was put back together had a small gap, and could no longer hold the fullness of love like it did before. I thought at the time, "If it's cracked, it's cracked, and I'm not going to love anyone else the same way I loved that person anyway.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
A Friend from Nowhere
The innocent girl is struck by a vicious curse and falls into the world called nothingness. Here there is nothing, even the wind is stagnant. Although there is no hunger, no cold, no old age, no death, but the nothingness that can not do anything is unbearable. The young girl can only pass the time by thinking back to everything in the past, initially chewing the sweetness of memories, and then the pain and sorrow also repeatedly over many times. Each time you look back, the taste of those memories fades a little. Until there is nothing more worth recalling. In desperation, the girl grabbed a lifeline and used her remaining imagination to create a friend. It was a sly teenager, always with a light smile on his face, as if no problem would be difficult for him. The teenager dried the tears of the crying girl and said with a smile: "Don't be sad, the world is not nothing now, you have me as a friend. The young girl looked at the teenager with teary eyes, in this world of nothingness, for the first time really laughed out. In the following time, the two used their imagination to create many things, there are miles of frozen snow-capped mountains, there is an endless ocean, there is also the sun shining under the Ferris wheel, and soft, sweet cotton candy. The young girl barefoot on the delicate sand of the sea, looking at the teenager in front of her, said: Thank you, I feel so happy. The teenager turned his head and said: That's enough to feel? There are better things, I will take you to create it. After saying that, the teenager took the young girl's hand and ran towards further places. Those places, still outside their imagination, is still a void, but fortunately, time is also at a standstill here, the teenager and the girl have enough time, with endless imagination to fill the space of nothing. Until all the emptiness is filled. In front of the young girl, is the solid earth beneath her feet, is the blue sea in front of her, is a star-filled sky overhead. This is no longer a world of nothingness, the curse has finally been broken. A meteor streaked across the sky, pulling the complete sky out of a huge mouth, that is a door, outside the door is the girl's original world, as long as out of the door, everything about the curse is over. But the girl stood by the door, looking at the teenager hesitant: the world outside the door, there is no you. Yes, the world outside the door is not me, and there is no perfect world that you have created. The young man embraced the young girl. But such a crippled and imperfect world is true. The young girl hugged the young man tightly and shed tears: I want you to stay with me, never to part. Oh, that can not be, you can not be so greedy. The young man let go of his hand, with a light smile on his face, as casual as when he appeared. The world with me belongs to the nothingness, and eventually return to the nothingness, you can not take away. After saying that, the teenager pushed the young girl out of the open door, looked at the young girl falling towards the real world below, bowed slightly and gave her a farewell salute. The gate slowly closed and became one with the sky again. The girl who fell back to the ground opened her eyes and woke up from this dream of nothingness.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Fox demon with rice cake
It was the middle of winter, the snow closed the mountain, if you look out from the small porch of the mountain Taoist temple, everywhere is white. But the inside of the Taoist temple is warm, the fire crackled, and the young Taoist priest took advantage of the master's inattention, quietly in the burning tea stove on a shelf, baked rice cakes. Rice cake is made of good glutinous rice, cut into small white and clean square, put on the shelf a little baked, with the blowing of the expansion, until each piece becomes bulging, soft and fat. And then sprinkle a few white sesame seeds, by the light of the fire, ouch, the hot aroma is really great. The young Taoist priest hastily picked up a piece, put it in the mouth a bite. The side of this rice cake baked crispy, sticky and sticky inside, sticky in the mouth straight rolled, full of glutinous rice sweet. Eating, the little Taoist two eyes are squinted into a smile, this piece just finished eating, and immediately went to pick up another piece of the shelf. Huh? There seems to be a small animal poking its head in the doorway. The little Taoist priest turned around, is a small fire-red fox is squatting by the door, just shaking off the fallen snow, revealing a round, fluffy cub look, curious big eyes first stared straight at the stove fire on the baked rice cake, and then look towards the little Taoist priest sitting by the stove, a small voice barked. The voice is soft and sticky, not much different from the baked rice cakes. The little Taoist priest grinned, agile body scampered towards the door, one hand will be half hidden outside the door of the little fox fished in. The wild cubs are a bit frightened and can't stop fluttering in the arms of the young Taoist priest, with four little fat paws desperately stomping and scratching. "Shh, shh, don't make a fuss." The little Taoist priest went to get the baked rice cake, while trying to restrain the little fur ball in his arms, "alarmed the master, we will not have to eat." While talking, a piece of hot baked rice cake was stuffed into the little fox's mouth by the little Taoist priest, the little animal was first stunned and frozen, randomly tempted by the aroma in the mouth could not help but bite a few times, the eyes immediately stunned, as if asking: "What is this good thing, how can it be so delicious? Little Daoist took the opportunity to reach out and jerk the soft fur on the little fox's head and said quietly, "This is a good thing I stole from my master, it is said to be made with spiritual rice, so delicious that it can become immortal." The little fox does not care whether to eat this can become immortal, only know that the more you chew the sweeter this thing, and do not make a fuss, obediently nestled in the arms of the little Taoist priest continue to eat rice cakes. But chewing and chewing problems, rice cakes will teeth and mouth stick together, sticky force is getting bigger and bigger, no matter the little fox is with paws shaving or desperately shaking head, melted rice cakes are firmly stuck in the mouth, how can not get off. The little fox's mouth is almost open, can only be pathetic whimpering, the little Taoist priest happy, holding the little fox lying on the floor laughing. *** Many years later, the world has changed, the devil is rampant, many originally pure nature of the mountain demons and water spirits are compelled to fall into the devil's way, the most powerful than a nine-tailed fox demon. Legend has it that this fox demon can take human form, can confuse people, but also can spit red flames, burning everything, the righteous sent many experts to besiege several times, were unable to subdue it, but an unheard of yunyang Taoist priest will be the fox demon collected. According to the teahouse storyteller said, not long ago, the nine-tailed fox demon was ambushed by the righteous, suffered heavy injuries, but the demon will not be easily subdued, almost killed when the mouth to reveal sharp teeth and fangs, the mouth gathered a blinding red light. See it is about to spew out from the mouth of the red flame, and the crowd with the end of the time, suddenly out of nowhere a nameless Taoist priest, to the fox demon mouth threw a magic weapon, the fox demon's mouth was immediately sealed, roar and roar by all blocked, the behemoth shrunk back to the prototype, raging into a low cry of woe. In the crowd to see the fox demon has been sealed, have gone around shouting and shouting, but see that the Taoist priest will protect the fox in his arms, jokingly said that God has a good virtue, the fox demon has never killed, repeatedly hurt people just for self-preservation, no which is really evil, pleading with everyone to let go. The crowd refused, but the Taoist priest's ability to wipe the bottom of the oil is amazing, in the blink of an eye, with the fox disappeared, which are many days past, this man and a fox is lost, no one has seen. As for the subjugation of the fox demon's magic weapon is what, none of the people present also see clearly, at most see is white square piece, by the fox demon mouth flames a ruffle, but also out of the sweet fragrance. "Is it like baked rice cakes?" Next to a child interjected, but was Mr. Storyteller to the head knocked a blow. "Ignorant child, nonsense!" Mr. Storyteller angry beard glare, "you give me with baked rice cake to collect a fox demon try!" *** Another year when the snow closed the mountains, the mountains are white, only the small Taoist temple is not buried in snow, revealing the delicate eaves. But the inside of the Taoist temple is warm, the fire crackled, and a young Taoist priest sitting next to the stove, to the fire on a shelf, leisurely baked rice cakes to. The rice cakes were baked in a short time, and the room was full of sticky aroma. The Taoist priest himself first tasted a piece, his expression beautiful as if to be immortalized, and then turned his head towards the one lying next to him and asked, "Want a piece?" That is an adult fox, nine tails folded into a large group, the body fur is hot red and shiny, even though many injuries on the body bandaged, but also beautiful tight. In the face of the Taoist priest's inquiry, the fox did not even bother to lift the closed eyelids, proudly inclined his head, and seemed to hum disdainfully. "Hey hey, you actually still hold a grudge? I'm your savior." The Taoist priest indifferently continued to eat baked rice cakes, "And don't worry, no one saw what was going on at the time, no one will know about this disgraceful incident." The fox opened his eyelids, a pair of clear eyes right into the Daoist, the eyes still seem to leave a little sulking. "Haha, really, no one will guess the answer." The Taoist priest, however, laughed cheerfully while eating a baked rice cake, "Who would have thought that the nine-tailed fox demon, which no one could subdue, would finally lose to a piece of baked rice cake!"
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
