The watchful sisters
and their eternal gaze
The brisk morning dew;
The magpie crows in the north
hollow. Life goes on.
朝露の
北へ鵲
繰りかえす
About the Creator
Jason Sultana
G'day guys!
My name is Jason; I'm a programmer by day, creative writer by night. Oh, and just in case you can't tell, I'm writing from Sydney, Australia.
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Ame's Choice
Ame held her father’s hand tightly as she dropped from a large stone, landing with both feet in the mud below. They had come so far, and she didn’t know where they were going or why they had to leave home, but she had no choice but to hold her father’s hand and follow him. It was dark and cold. She wore simple, black clothes made of cotton, with no embroidery or patterns whatsoever. Her father next to her wore the same, with a shawl and a round hat made of straw. They would never have worn these sorts of things before tonight. Before tonight, they would have been riding horses, surrounded by guards and servants, but here they were, trudging through the forest outside the castle, alone.
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