Rainei

I remember lying next to you, on the rooftop of our childhood home, the cold tiles against our back, the warm blanket shielding our front and the universe dancing above us in the night sky. "Do you ever think I'll ever see it?" I ask you. Your hand gently grips mine and I turn to meet your gaze. "I know you will." You reply, your smile is sincere but filled with the bitterness that came with loss. I could never blame you. How could I? It was never your fault that you'd never see like that again. That she who should have been dazzled by your smile, no longer existed to do so. "What's it like?" I ask, "To see colour?". I know you won't ans

Heaven is calling An altar. A priest. A quartet. Sunlight streaming in through the painted glass windows. A silent crowd, all staring. Sweaty hands and fidgeting fingers. A dream come true. They’re playing Canon in D. It’s beautiful. My favourite because it was your favourite. A song change. Here comes the bride. Here comes you. A white dress. Simple and elegant. Just how you always wanted it. No frilly bits of lace. No excessive train. No delicate embroidery. Seamless and strapless. Just how I always wanted to see you. Slow steps down the aisle. You’re smiling. Right there, I can see your chin dimple. It means you&rsquo

A/N Hey people. :D It's Yuki here. Yes, I realise you haven't really heard from me before which gives me all the more reason to say hi! Just wanted to say, SeeKay here is brilliance personified. Not only is he an amazing writer (even though he denies it vehemently) he just seems to pull ideas out of his – ahem, out of no where! I bow to the people who liked the duel I wrote in the previous chapter and I hope that the duel (duels really) in this chapter will live up to your expectations. Oh and thank you to all the people who reviewed. (You should see how excited SeeKay gets when he gets one haha… not that I'm any different *she

A/N Hello! The new chapter has arrived! I'm really overwhelmed by the positive response you guys have given me. This is actually my first fanfiction EVER, not just on ffnet. I've fiddled with a few short stories on my deviantart, but I haven't ever tried anything with considerable amounts of dialogue, and a predefined story line AND already developed characters. So this is very new to me, and the fact that everyone seems to be enjoying it, and already I have some +faves and Story alerts... kinda mind blowing hahaha. In response to a few concerns that you've brought to my attention. Yes there were some errors last chapter. I'm sorry, I wrote

A/N: SeeKay: Late happy birthday to LISA QIU! You're the best! Love you heaps! For you sicko's out there, SHE'S MY LITTLE SISTER. And for you extra sicko's out there, No. Just no. Enn Oh. NO. Am I really sick for even considering the possibility that such sicko's exist? Should I stop rambling on about random stuff? Yeah... probably... Anyway yep. This chappy is written in your honour little one. I couldn't give you the birthday present you wanted... yet... but I will. Promise. But for now, this is all for you. -Big E-hug- ^_^"(Y)" What's this... Wild "OMG LETS START THE FREAKING STORY" Appeared! ... Chapter 1: The following is an ext

FOREWORD Well hello there! I see you have stumbled upon my humble story. First of all: "Welcome!". Thank you very much for giving me a page view =). Secondly, this is not completely my own work. Much editting and some of the story has be done co-written by one Saiyuki Tasuke (who incidently should actually be studying for her final exams as opposed to helping me, but I'm not complaining much). So come along with Saiyuki and I as we explore the fascinating world of Alagaesia alongside Eragon and Arya, as they fight against the tyranny of the evil fella that CP has strangely named "Galbatorix". I mean honestly, what kind of name is "Galbatorix

For Lisa. May the creative arts always inspire you, just as the way having you in my life has inspired me. May your pens never run out of ink, your pencils always stay sharp and your passion never fade. ~ You sit down at your old wooden desk. The pattern of rings on the wood, a once majestic tree, concealing more stories than you will ever write or read. Your hand reaches for the motionless pen. It's like an old friend. Hard and soft in your grip at the same time. Are you ready? Let it out. Let it begin. Lose yourself. Scrawling writing appears on the page, as if by magic. You think a bit, write a bit, and think a bit more… It's

Watch the sunset reflecting off smooth white clouds. Look at the train window whilst listening                             to soppy love songs. Remember how you felt, when you gave away                                                     your heart,                        and received another in return. Watch the limbs of the trees gently sway                             w ith the winter wind. Look back at the moment                       where you,            and you other half                                  sat,                     arms linked,  and watched the sun rise. Watch the shadows gently soar