TGCT : The Most Charitable Spirit For The Holidays
I dragged my leg behind me as I walked down the cold dark sidewalk. Ever since that accident last year, it had always been like this. Maybe a doctor could’ve fixed it, but it’s not like I could afford one. I couldn’t even afford a simple meal.
I sat down on my usual corner and buried my head into my arms. Why is this world so corporate? Those damn business CEOs could easily pass off a few bucks to the homeless. It’d be nothing to them, but everything to us. Five dollars… that alone would feed me for two weeks!
I looked over at the man next to me. His face was ragged, along with his clothes. Obviously one of us. But then he took a swig out of a bottle. Disgusting. These pigs are the reason why we don’t get help. Because some people took help and used it the wrong way, the rest of us have to live like this.
I stood up, not wanting to be near that man. I felt something wet fall on my arm. “Snow?” I asked. I looked up, and indeed, white flake
Dark woods and Red hoods Rough draft.
The whistle of the winds traversing the everfree a common untamed sound of that can send a chill down the mightiest stallions spine. The wailing of the broken winds also had a habit of alerting the dangers of the forest to those who would dare look past its fear and traverse it. Yet for others the sound was just the empty reminder of loneliness they had to face every day, Though the wail today would bring on other such feelings for one lost soul of moss,wood and flower. Today the forest was alerted to just a small filly entering its forsaken hollows, on its way to visit a dear friend with a basket of goodies having missed her so.
The little filly was none-the wiser that she had attracted the attention of anything just yet, let alone how it thought about her. How the stone heart of the beast pulsed a bit at the sight of her crimson hood, with its little adorable patch of river watch and a golden pony on the side. Its breath was stolen when her hood fell from her head reveali
The Lone Oni pt 1She remembered the past now and then, but only in her dreams. She remembered stepping across barren plains, her bare feet singing against the hot coals that littered the ground, miles and miles of burning ash and black smoke. However, back in those days, she had not been all by herself either. She had been with family, friends, an entire community of those just like her. They were nomads, ones without homes, and they were forced to wander endlessly through the deserts of the world in search of a place that could be properly made their own.
There were ones who dropped from exhaustion, their wills sapped along with their stamina, and many of those who fell the first top did not get back up again. There were leaders, brave and bold, who walked at the front of the crowd, and they cast the largest shadows that she could manage to recall, as if they were living mountains crossing the earth. She remembered holding someone's hand at that time. She couldn't remember if it was a man, or another