Catagory: Munto
Story Title: To Thine Own Heart Be True
A/N: Everyone that reads the amazing stories of Munto, hello is what I bid all of you. Preferences on personal style of writing may be strange as to what normal eyes are used to. Eleven years old is my range of age, begging that no judging is partaken is what I do. My first story piece, believing this I do, so to critique, humbly I welcome thee! Enjoying is what I hope you do!
-'..Each Day Is A Gift And Not A Given Right...'
-Song: Nickle Back- If Today Was Your Last Day
Upward, the direction of looking that Yumemi did.
Essences of wisp and fluff is what qualities those wondering clouds possesed. Reaching out a hand, a touch is what wish her heart made, various times that it did. Wishing, wishing, wishing. That girl did only that, taken up her time was, causing invisible energy to loose to time. For futile wishing dreams to come true, it was- true, dreams did not come.
Dreams of bad.
Of dreams were horrid.
Mind never making up!
Kneeling over and cry. Yumemi, was all that she did- crying, crying, crying! Shattered, confused! Feelings of a many, through her body, surging at the same time, that they did. Comprehending was impossible, many feelings were just too overpowering.
Hands were offered, outstretched.
Looking up. Tears vanquished.
Hair the colour of auburn. Red, scarlett.
Ruby, even. Rich.
A hand taken, it was. A smile bestowed each complexion.
Each day was a given gift. Not a receiving right.
A/N: Understanding the quality...understanding it is bad, is what I do. Sorry :(