Fortune told her many timesRetrospectively, Maya thought, she should have guessed, should have KNOWN – all other signs were right in front of her from the beginning. She could even list all the signs she missed, as well as her mistakenly taken actions.Fortune told her many times by ninquetari
First, the shooting star. Maya scolded herself mentally for not recognizing it for the omen it, and even worse than that, treating it like any clueless, naïve girl who believes in fairytales does, and wishing upon it. It was a grave mistake, one that had she done back in her training days would have caused her serious troubles with the Academy's headmistress.
Second, the wish itself. How could she be so careless in her word choosing?! "I wish I didn't have to go to work every day?" Seriosly? Why was she surprised, then, when she was fired the next day?
Things went downhill from there. The Third sign was more subtle, hidden between the headlines Google News flashed on her screen. It simply read, "Beware, Maya, you idiot." The Fourth was her decision to r
View from the TopWatched from this roof, kilometers from home, it looks like fireworks.View from the Top by ninquetari
Ella felt torn between fascination and self-disgust. The show was beautiful, in a twisted way; however, there's something sick in watching her town being bombed. Again. Like it had been bombed since she remembers herself.
An alarm was sounded, and the media crew around her announced they're following the Home Front Command, leaving the improvised open-air broadcasting studio in order to take shelter inside. Ten minutes later, Ella laughed nervously at the camera, and admitted she jumped at first, until she remembered she had one-minute-and-forty-five-seconds.
"When you are used to have 15 seconds only, this is more than enough time to enter the safe zone," she smiled at her interviewer. "But being used to it doesn't mean this is normal. It is NOT."
There were Three Sisters in a HallAt times, Lachesis wonders what would happen if instead of deciding on a certain length, she'd leave a thread unmeasured, and therefore give a being an unlimited life span. On the one side, Clotho considers, not for the first time, adding colors to the threads she's spinning, for diversity's sake. On the other side, Atropos is the only one who seeks not innovation – modern societies have already opened so many extraordinary options, and she is content.There were Three Sisters in a Hall by ninquetari
Morals for pure, young childrenRobert was a young boy. He had loving parents, a younger sister, and a dog. He was usually a nice guy: he was nice to his sister and ate his vegetables. However, he had one main fault: he was a liar. His friends learned very fast to never believe a word he said. His parents didn’t know what to do.Morals for pure, young children by ninquetari
"God hates liars, He forbade lying," they told him again and again. "Also, you are making us very sad. God hates that also. And God punishes those who disobey him."
Robert didn't care. After all, he's been told such so many times, that he thought it to be a lie. Alas, the poor soul!
So Robert continued his lies, until God punished him. Then he stopped telling lies. On his grave, his parents cried, and his sister vowed not to go down this path, so she'd never cause her parents such pain. "Lying is bad," she said. "I don't want to die."