Phoenix Chronicles: Chapter 2The Phoenix ChroniclesBy Desert FurreChapter 2: HimDeep breathes
deep, slow breathes are the key
As the door came closer and closer, her steps became heavier and heavier. The hallway betrayed her with its short length, and before long she was standing, panicking slightly and primping herself in a last minute attempt to look perfect. Swinging open the door, Class 2 and its irrepressible chatter flooded Yuris ears, and all too soon she was forced to confront him
him, after all these weeks away, she would be expected to act perfectly normal around him.Black hair swept into his grey eyes, casting a mysterious shadow over his well sculpted face
a fit body dressed in black pants and a white muscle shirt, and a low, humming voice
Mitsuharu was the embodiment of perfection in the eyes of Yuri. Unfortunately, every other girl thought so, too.He was already seated at his desk, completely open. Girls sat in nervous groups not
Phoenix Chronicles: Chapter 1The Phoenix ChroniclesBy Desert-FurreChapter 1: The Legend of the PhoenixYuri woke the next morning in a definitely better mood just before the sun began its steady rise into the sky. She smiled to herself, getting quietly out of bed, so she wouldnt wake anyone. She yawned, stretched her arms in the morning manner, and shuffled toward her bureau. Shifting through its drawers in the dark was a pain, but turning on a light would surely wake up someone in the Main House. They almost always found something to complain about it the morning, and she didnt want it to be her fault.She withdrew her altered uniform, a long sleeved shirt that normally featured a pure white body and long red sleeves. Instead, the seamlessly altered top featured only one red sleeve and one fishnet sleeve, and the top of the shirt had been altered to feature red straps like a tank top, leaving her shoulders exposed. Different, new, so unlike her clan
just the way she wanted it.
Phoenix Chronicles PrologueThe Phoenix ChoroniclesBy Desert-FurrePrologueFor the last time, Father, I am not changing my hair, and I am not wearing that stupid uniform! Youre lucky I still wear the clan colors, the girl growled over her bowl of rice, combing her fingers through the locks of hair in question that purposely blocked the left side of her face from view. She sighed, grabbing her chopsticks again and resuming her meal without another word. The man sitting directly in front of her, sitting quite properly in his stainless white kimono, trimmed in red as was custom of the main branch men. He glared down at her, as usual, his eyes cold.Dont use that tone with me, especially while were eating. We dont need any more unpleasant comments from you, girl. I simply dont see the reason why you choose to present yourself like that. What kind of image does that portray of this clan and how we raised you? he sighed, boring holes into h
Opinions Are Dangerous ThingsOpinions are dangerous things.Apparently, criticism is like a time bomb, and opinions are the flame. When set off, their effects spread like wildfire until people use immature means to douse them.I'm sorry, but why can't people say what they want to and not get hammered for it?Some of you, no doubt, are going to say "Criticism is mean!" but don't stop reading if you agree with that statement until you finish this paragraph. Criticism is not an insult if presented maturely. It is meant to help the artist improve, not insult them. I love getting criticism, because I know that it will only help me. What the rest of you need to see is that most people who give proper criticism have no intention of putting down the artist.Opinions are just that; opinions. Not insults. They really are a beautfiul thing; they make up a person's beliefs and identity. If you want to disagree with an opinion, go right ahead, because you have the same right as everyone else (at least, in America) to sa
Are You?Don't Hide From Me...Yeah, that's right, I know you are...You don't look at me the same way you didBack when we were just friends.Are you afraid?Yeah, that's right, I am too...I don't treat you the same way I didBack when we could talk freely.Are you regreting?Yeah, that's right, I think I might be...You don't stay out of my mind the way you didBack when I had no idea who you were.Are you surprised?Yeah, that's right, you're always on my mind,You don't ever really leave me the way you didBack when my love was for no one.Are you torturing me?