Silverfan156

Shortly after the two of you had set off for your house, the sun began to peek through the thick veil of clouds, bearing a heavy gray color once again. The sky had been darkening quite a bit lately and you suspected it was going to snow soon. “How did you learn to play guitar?” Hiro asked. You had been exchanging idle banter on the walk, the conversation drifting from topic to topic. “Oh, um, my dad taught me. He used to be in a band when he was really young, when musicians were more common. He started teaching me as soon as I was big enough to hold it, and after a while, I started teaching myself because he was too busy.&

“God I missed my little hole in the wall.” You moaned, flopping onto your bed with your arms spread wide, your guitar having been moved to the floor. You gasped sharply when the blunt impact jostled your fractured rib, the pain settling into a dull ache. “Note to self; do not flop into bed.” Carefully sitting up, you glanced around your room. The walls were still covered in band posters and various CDs were still stacked in their neat little shelves just as they were before you’d been mugged. Your desk was still covered in loose leaf sheet music, only in enough order to keep the same songs together. The only th

The world danced before your eyes in a cacophony of shimmering colors and hazed outlines, every little bit of color and motion and strike of pain to your head. You blinked your eyes blearily and saw the dirty yellow tint of what could have been a street light and a blurry silhouette of… something. You got the impression it was a person, though, because they moved of their own accord. The light then faded and you were drifting in the darkness again. (*) The light came back, but in multiples. However, this time, they weren’t the soft warm glow of the last one, but a cold, harsh light that seemed very stark and bright and did nothi

By the time your alarm had gone off the following morning, you were already awake and had been for about an hour. You knew you were getting awfully worked up about your computer crashing, but if you didn’t complete the classes within the next two months, you would have to repeat the semester. Groaning, you tapped in the puzzle lock and shut the alarm off, sitting up in your bed. You ran a hand through your messy hair, and looked out your window, the sun still low enough in the sky to tint it a light orange. You reached out and set your hand on the window pane, the glass cold to the touch. Stretching your arms over your head, you slid

The violent shriek of your alarm yanked you from the quiet abyss of sleep, and your eyes snapped open to glare at your phone on the table beside you. Grumbling incoherently, you clumsily start tapping at random on the screen, briefly wondering when the hell you changed the language on your phone to German. After a few seconds of the obnoxious alarm, however, your thoughts cleared a bit and your phone magically switched to English. You tapped the numeric puzzle lock into the beeping device, the alarm shutting off at its completion, and you let out an animalistic growl as you threw the blankets off your body, the cool air settling a chill ove

“Thank you!” you called as another passerby dropped money into your guitar case. It was nearly nine o’ clock, and Monday morning rush was beginning to dwindle. You’d been there a couple hours, Hiro having come out twenty or so minutes after you arrived. He told you his classes didn’t start until noon, but he usually left at ten so he had a bit of time to work in his lab before them. This worked out for you, since you usually left before lunch during the week anyways. He had also brought you a cup of coffee around ten minutes ago, yours having long since run out due to the drag that came standard with Monday morn

“Oh, sorry, sorry!” A chipper voice hastily apologized. You brushed the dust out of your (e/c) eyes, then shook your head and watched a rosy cloud drift lazily to the ground, presumably from your hair. “Um, this isn’t permanent, is it Honey Lemon?” Hiro asked, the entire front half of his body covered in pink, much like you suspected you were. “Oh, no, it should come right out.” The person, Honey Lemon, responded. You glanced up to see her remove a pair of safety goggles, a comical outline of them making a ring around her eyes. “Who’s this?” “This is (y/n). She asked for he

The rain on Ula’ula Island came down in sheets. Luna cradled a shaking Yungoos in her arms, trying to protect it from the raging downpour as she crossed Ula’ula Meadow. Like always, the sunny morning had given way to a very damp afternoon in Alola. Blinking the raindrops out of her eyes, Luna stayed focused on her own feet, taking one step in front of the other across the wooden path through the scarlet flowers. Almost back to the Aether House, she thought, teeth chattering in the cool rain. The pearly white building finally came into sight around the southern end of the meadow. Sighing in relief, she stroked Yungoos’ back