The dappled sunlight shone through the cedar trees as Claire tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. The wind was active that day, causing dried leaves from the previous autumn to dance along the beaten earth. “Ah, the teaberries are in season,” Cliff murmured, his eyes drawn toward the leafy shrubs lining the path. He crouched down, picking a few and cupping them in his hand. “Do they taste like tea?” A smile played at his lips as he popped one into his mouth. “Find out yourself.” She was grateful for the playful glint in his eyes and she hoped it would remain. The young woman opened her mouth for an offering, giddiness rising up in her stomach. He fumbled with the bright red berries and his fingers affectionately grazed her lips as he popped one into her mouth. She chewed in silence as color crept into both of their faces. “It’s almost like… mint?” He gave her a grin and a nod as they continued along the path. “Some people call it wintergreen or checkerberry. My
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A Single Day: Saibara (Day 5 Prompt)
Every day, it is the same thing:
Heat the metal. Hammer the metal. Cool, sharpen, polish. Start from the top and do it again.
Not that he really minds, of course. Saibara is a creature of habit, after all.
Five o’clock in the morning.
Time to get up. His own body wakes him against his will. It’s too damn early. He lets out a sigh as his body complies with an instinct to stand up. Bones creaking, joints aching, metal coiled springs groaning in protest as he pulls himself out of bed with a cry upon being pulled from dreamland. As the old man begins to gain consciousness, he is reminded once again with solemnity that h
The smile beyond the two-sided moon - Chapter 1 by chiaro0990, literature
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The smile beyond the two-sided moon - Chapter 1
At last, the recluse man has turned into a prince that I've dreamed of. Dull, blacken eyes revealed a tiny specs of glimpse passing through the iris that melted the coolness of his face. The way he looks has enthralled me, as if a heap of stones uplifted in my heart, known to be free and ready to merge into one soul. Never thought the hours I squandered from scribbling on the paper and throwing off nonsensical plans has been finally paid of. Whist he tightly held my hand, his teeth sparkled over his broaden jaw and his prominent cheeks when the moon spotted us. Something in his gestures that seems different from the way he used to be;
Story of Seasons: In Sheep's Clothing (15) by ParisWriter, literature
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Story of Seasons: In Sheep's Clothing (15)
Chapter Fifteen
Avery carefully observed Raeger as she ate her lunch. His blue-green eyes were fixed solely upon Lillie, who in turn was gazing dreamily at the man seated alone at one of the tables near the far end of the counter. Avery glanced over her shoulder at the other woman's apparent object of infatuation. He'd only been living in Oak Tree Town for about a week, having come from some town far away to study the cultivation of flowers under Giorgio's tutelage. Avery didn't know much about him aside from what Veronica had told her upon briefly introducing him to her at the trade depot. His name was Cam, and he was a florist and novice p
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Story of Seasons: In Sheep's Clothing (12)
Chapter Twelve
Avery played with her root beer float, covering the end of the straw with one finger and pulling it out of the tall glass, then lifting her finger up and watching the dark soda fall back in among the ice cream. Occasionally, she would steal a glance at the entrance of the cafe, the rapidity of her leg bouncing nervously under the table increasing each time she looked.
"You know," Klaus said, reaching down to place his hand upon her knee in an attempt to steady her nerves, "this seems a little backwards. Shouldn't I be the one who's nervous about meeting your parents?"
"You aren't?" Avery asked him.
"I am," he told her, flashin