Pure Blood - 2 by Sleepwalking-Dreamer, literature
Literature
Pure Blood - 2
Second Drop: The Cave of Lazarus
The contrast between this night and the last was startling. The sky was amazingly clear, as if the blizzard last night had swept them all away, and the moon was brilliant and full, reflecting off the clean, white snow that blanketed everything within sight.
It was a dazzling thing to behold, and Ion Fortuna believed there was nothing in his memory that he could compare it to. It was almost as if the blizzard had swept the world clean, and left a vision of purity in its wake. He could go on standing where he was, contemplating it forever.
Ion! I hate to interrupt your thoughts, but we have to get going
Pure Blood - 1 by Sleepwalking-Dreamer, literature
Literature
Pure Blood - 1
First Drop: Winter Cold, Secrets Deep
Cold: unforgiving, merciless cold. That was all that he could feel or if he could even feel at all, considering the fact that he was probably frostbitten in his extremities by now. He pulled his scarf tighter around him to prevent snowflakes from finding their way into his nostrils, and squinted as he attempted to peer through the blizzard, and managed to make balls of soft yellow radiance in the distance. He looked over his shoulder at the hunched figure that trudged along just behind him. The inns not that far! he yelled, so that he might be heard over the roaring of the wind.
Clichés downright suck. This is what I, Sakura, have come to believe.
Because it makes sense.
I mean, you see it in movies and read it in books almost every day. Now who wants something thats used up all the time? I sure dont. Here are some perfect examples of stupid clichés:
(And no offense to those of you who like this)
The Christmas List: The woman has the cocky, conceited boyfriend of four years, knows this other guy for a week that has this thing for another woman, they kiss, and all of a sudden, he proposes, saying how he didnt want to fall in love but it was too late! right after the other du