Away“Where are you going?” Your hands were holding her own, and they were not quite shaking. Her tan skin and freckles were in stark contrast of the wet greys around you, too bright for what was happening. Her almost white hair was currently home to hundreds of raindrops, and her shoes were splashed with mud. You’d been best friends for only a while, but you already felt you’d known her forever. You just didn’t know it was this bad. “Can’t you stay with me? At least for a while?” And she smiled at you, being strong for your sake. “I can’t be in this town any longer. I have to go now.” The train was approaching, you could hear it. The ground shook. “Where are you going?” You pleaded once more. The train pulled to a stop. She stood up with her one bag, headed to the open door, and she looked back at you. “Away.” AnAway by KrazyRabidRakkoon
Race to the Finish LineLife is like a raceRace to the Finish Line by KrazyRabidRakkoon
with all kinds of obstacles.
You might get injured along the way
and want to quit
but there's no going back
there's only forward.
You can only hope you made the right steps
and you can wish for perfect scores
but no one has ever done it perfectly.
There are no shortcuts in a race.
All you can do
is keep going.
I don't know what lies
behind the finish line.
No one does.
I just know
I want to finish
Favorite colour: Grey
Favorite animal: I'm gonna let you go ahead and guess
Favorite book: WHO KNOWS, 'CAUSE I DON'T
I like writing. If you want a sample of my stories, ask!
Personality type: INFP
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor
Pronouns: she/her , they/them
Romantic: Panromantic/Demiromantic (Pandemic AAAAAAY)
Still Into You - Day SixToph can count the years she’s been in love with her Snoozles on one hand. It wasn’t surprising since they were in their early twenties and they’d known each other since she was eighteen and trying to escape her parents’ suffocating grasp.
Sokka needed two hands to count. He’d liked her since he saw her in a café, argueing with someone, her parents he later learned, over the phone about moving out. Toph later told him that she was going to move to the crappier side of town to spite them, if he hadn’t offered the couch in his room, via napkin note.
After she’d gotten off the phone, Toph turned to the man who offered his couch.
“What do you get out of this? For all you know, I could be a serial killer.” She said.
“I feel like I can trust you. Plus, what’s the chances we’re both serial killers?” Sokka retorted with a smirk.
She took him up on his offer, if only to piss off her parents more than if sh
Night of the Firelilies - Part 8 The night was warm, with a slight breeze coming in from the west that swayed the paper lanterns hanging across the gardens. Bushes were trimmed beautifully, and people wandered about in elegant clothing with elegant expressions on their faces. Evening had fallen, and everything seemed to have a warm glow. In the center of a small, circular garden, was a patch of firelilies, still curled in their bulbs, waiting for the moonlight to hit them. The clinking of glasses and quiet laughter created a comfortable atmosphere, making the festival seem more like a large dinner party, which in some respects it was, considering the large buffet at the back of the garden.
The young avatar was near a fountain, leaning his hand over the water's surface and bending marble sized water droplets around each other. He heard a voice behind him, and looked up, towards one of the large buildings. Walking towards her husband on the soft grass, was Katara. Aan
Night of the Firelilies - Part 7 Sokka woke up first, which was incredibly unfortunate considering he could not earthbend his way out of Toph's tent. It was still dark inside, but a sliver of morning light made it's way through a crack in the ceiling, illuminating their cramped surroundings. His eyes crawled their way around everything but Toph, thinking if he couldn't see her, he could pretend she wasn't there. A heavy feeling was sinking in his stomach, as if he had swallowed a ball of lead. Dry throat, shaky hands - he was panicking. What would he do when she woke up? What could he do? The shame was next. There was a man out there, being held hostage by savage extremists and he spent precious time ogling over his companion. What kind of warrior did that? What kind of half decent person did that?
He tried to relax, knowing that his racing heartbeat might be enough to wake her up. It was time to stop the distractions. Closing his eyes, Sokka took in every last moment of her, s