FlowerOfEden

Part Two: High School Chapter Two: Monster Song "Alright, that's it," Takumi said with frustration as he stood up from the breakfast table, looking Sosuke, who was wearing Code Geass cosplay, dead in the eye. "I have had enough of you going to school in whatever outfit you please and having a bad attitude every single morning. Your mother has put me in charge of taking care of you two while she studies in America and I expect you both to treat me with respect!" Sosuke paused for a moment before taking off his cosplay, revealing that he was wearing his school uniform underneath. "Took you long enough. I expected you to give in three weeks ag

“Why is everyone so obsessed with magic?” Phillip looked over at his friend with confusion, unsure about where her sudden question came from. “What do you mean?” Phillip asked. “I mean . . .” Sandra drifted off for a moment, in thought. She looked up at the sky with wonder in her eyes and a frown upon her lips. “Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Narnia, practically every Disney movie that ever existed–!” Sandra turned toward Phillip with an expression he had never seen on her before. She tend to only smile and laugh, but not much else. Seeing her face distorted with complex emotions made

Part Two: High School Chapter Two: Monster Song "Alright, that's it," Takumi said with frustration as he stood up from the breakfast table, looking Sosuke, who was wearing Code Geass cosplay, dead in the eye. "I have had enough of you going to school in whatever outfit you please and having a bad attitude every single morning. Your mother has put me in charge of taking care of you two while she studies in America and I expect you both to treat me with respect!" Sosuke paused for a moment before taking off his cosplay, revealing that he was wearing his school uniform underneath. "Took you long enough. I expected you to give in three weeks ag

For every year a new candle was lit, A lock was picked. For every wish I thought before the flames died, A new hope grew in my chest. “Free me, free me!” I pleaded to the brightly colored sugar. “Let me be too old, Let him loose interest!” Every year that hope was lost As the darkness returned, Locked within that tight little box, Silently crying on my own. “Must we play again?” I ask in tears. “Yes,” he commands, Ripping away my innocence, A devilish smirk upon his lips. Another year passes, I look down at that same cake again. It’s look and flavor may change, But it’s meaning t