VentusFerrum

 There was a boy who loved reading a particular book. He enjoyed looking at the beautiful illustrations that covered each page with their rich colors and detailed drawings. His favorite however, was a wondrous painting of a knight donned in a full suit of silver armor, mounted on the prettiest stallion his eyes ever had the privilege of beholding. One storming afternoon, the boy waited for the rain to pass by reading this book, or actually, admiring it. His stiff fingers caressed the outline of the horse’s mane then the curve of Sir Fiero’s ivory lance, picturing himself by this horseman’s side as he winced from the glare

 In a little house in front of a lake, lived a lonely peacock.

 Though he was beautiful, he had no freedom. He longed to show off his beauty, but no other animal lived with him and had no companion other than a his owner, who long since had tired admiring him, and a wondering fox. The fox, a tiny thing with a body too thin covered in dirty orange fur and eyes filled with longing, would feed the peacock stories of the outside world whenever he came to visit the bird, inviting him to join his adventures. But the peacock never dared leave the only life he knew. Until one late autumn day. The man who owned him: a tired old man

"What are you doing?" asked Kimba curiously, as he watched me move my pencil. "Why, I'm drawing of course!" I exclaimed "What better way to past the time!?" "You call it drawing, you call it art. But all I see is vandalizing a piece of a tree. You say it's fine, but look at it from my angle, it's just a mess of graphite!" "It's not how it's done, or what it looks like that matters." I explained, "It's being able to express yourself in a way you love. It could be a drawing, or writing, or something completely different!" "But why would you want to express yourself under the expense of another's life? Do you think the tree likes to be cut d

        Once, there was pea. But this pea, was no ordinary pea....        I encountered it when I was taking a short stroll in my home, I was bored with nothing better to do. And just when I thought that I should end this uneventful walk, I came across a peculiar sight. In my kitchen, on the breakfast counter, in a glass bowl with carvings of spirals, laid a pea.        "Curious.... Very curious..." I said to myself.        I swore that I didn't put that pea there, and why would I? If the whole bowl was filled with peas, yes, but it was just one, special pea, all on it's own in a big glass bowl. Curiously, I approached the pea with deep

        In a dusty old orphanage, nestled within a forest of dead trees, there lived a boy, who like any other, hated the orphanage. It was old and shriveled, the floor boards would creak with every step, the windows would bang against the sill loudly, it was miracle they could sleep at night! There were no toys, the playground was old and the rides rusted all over, the caretakers were abusive and mean, and would beat a kid for just muttering without permission. Kids were often wounded, fell ill, and few would even die.         But amongst all the children that

        A dark day in the middle of summer, the heavy downpour was perfectly synchronized with the many sounds of a suburban street. Everyone with somewhere to go, all leading their own lives. Though I wasn't doing what a normal person would've done, I didn't stick out. While they hurriedly tread along the slightly flooded streets with their umbrellas and rain-gear, I stood in the middle of the streets, in a ruffled suit, with a loosened tie, shirt untucked and my jacket laid helplessly on the floor. My body shivered slightly with the cold air, as my damp clothes sucked in the cold, like a metal to a ma