Rebirth of the Gold DragonRebirth of the Gold Dragonin Not quite Mini Arcs
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The young woman's feet sunk into the icy dirt. The frosted fields were probably the only place in the North's capital left not overrun with metal. The only thing before her eyes were carved, wedged gravestones, littering the snow with black honour and fury. In fact, she swore she saw the grave of one whose proud family name was that of Black itself. But that name, proud as it was, was not the one occupying her mind. After all, the name one should be proudest of was one's own.
She looked at the (comparatively smaller) grave in front of her. She had, perhaps, laid too many wisteria flowers of her own at the grave's foot. But how could she not? The carved name – "Wisteria Kuang" – was naturally carved into her own mind.
"Ma," the young woman slowly whispered, "I'm sorry to say I...won't be able to visit you anymore. Not for a while."
She took the chilly air into her warm lungs. Her left metal fingers twitched and clenched. She wasn't going to cry anymore. Evidently, her
The Taxi DriverThe Taxi Driverin Author Filibuster
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The Taxi Driver
He's no stranger to us, we see
Him at... a distance.
His cab is painted black like soot;
I couldn't really make out much else.
I could make out his face: bones
And sometimes skin. People have
Different tastes on his beauty.
His personality - not as pleasant.
We see him on the news everyday:
Picking up hundreds, thousands,
Old, young, poor, rich, everything.
I remember years ago he drove granddad
I'm surprised he didn't complain -
Granddad always fights with
But that day he was smiling.
I can't muster even half of
That peaceful smile.
Whenever I see that cab,
My heart starts to shake.
I think of what will happen
When I finally get in
Usually I chide myself
For my incessant worries,
All the while gripping
My cold, sweaty palms.
Suddenly my phone buzzes.
It's a message from Father.
Recruit Time - Part 2Recruit Time - Part 2in Mini-arcs
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Not long after, everyone was allowed to take a short ten minute break before the next test. Well, except Caritas and I, as Civis barked at us to fetch drinks for the recruits, almost forgetting we would need them more from all the back and forth running. By the time we made our last trip, I was surprised Caritas still had energy to stand, since I was pretty much ready to collapse! As I reached for my own drink, I noticed that Civis was doing something I never thought she would do – socializing and talking to the recruits. Granted, she still looked kind of cold and menacing over them. I decided to inch just a little closer.
Why did you come back? She almost barked at this one girl who was huddling in a corner. That girl looked really young, though probably not more than a year less than myself. She had long and flowing black hair, and she was wearing a thin orange jacket over a simple white dress that seemed to fold and crumple all