|Based on my short story: ranki-chee.deviantart.com/art/…|
LilyIt is a cold December noon in calm Woodtick, the looming grey clouds loom over the towering buildings, almost ready for the snowfall later in the day. The city is dressed with pretty colourful lights, red, green, and white and blue, ready for the coming holiday. Pedestrians come by and by, cupping their gloves to their cracked lips, wrapped warm in thick clothes. A large evergreen tree near the park stands firmly, decorated with tinsel and fantastic colourful lights all blinking in tune, and many come closer, gazing up at it with awe and inspiration.Lily by Ranki-Chee
In his florist Mr Sanderson fixes up the last batch of red poinsettias, setting them with the others on the shelf near the dimly lit corner. The lamp glistens on the small water dew settled on the red petals after Mr Sanderson has been watering them.
He claps his hands together, accomplished. ‘Well, that’s the last batch ready to be sold later. I’m proud of how they’ve been maturing today. Wouldn’t you think s
Bittersweet Paris - Chapter Seventeen -Chapter Seventeen:Bittersweet Paris - Chapter Seventeen - by Ranki-Chee
It’s about half past seven in the morning on the last day of the trip and ready to head home. Scott wakes up to see the morning cracking through the curtains. He gets up and opens them wide to look down at the pavement, he watches a couple of people walking by and listens to sound of pigeons fluttering their wings. The sky looks bright but with white clouds crowding. Toby shuffles about in his bed, almost like a rousing blob, and he lifts his head up from inside the coverlets with a big yawn. He rubs his left eye and turns back at Scott.
‘Good morning,’ he smiles sleepily. ‘When do we have to get to Calais?’
‘About ten to eleven,’ replies Scott. ‘But we’ve got enough time.’
Toby slides his legs over the edge of the bed, and stretches out his arms with a smaller yawn. ‘I’ll let you go first for the shower.’
‘Okay Tobs. I won’t be too long.’
Scott grabs all his
The Final Term - Chapter Ten -Chapter Ten:The Final Term - Chapter Ten - by Ranki-Chee
Gene and Jolene’s Dance
Summer fair, and the sun greets it with a bright, warm glow glaring across the windows. The colourful streamers gently sway from side to side, by the cool, sharp draft coming through the open doors in the main reception. Students march in and out of the college, some are on their short breaks, and others are re-entering for their next class, almost baking from the warm sunny weather outside.
Scott and Kayleigh are the only ones in the art room, once again, but that’s what they love, to have an empty, quiet classroom all for themselves, and Kayleigh would obliged to turn on the music in her CD player again. Scott busily traces out his anatomy skeleton on a small piece of A4 paper, occasionally making quick glances back at his canvas. His doodle sheet of his De la Mort and young John sketches sit next to him, as a helpful reference if he wishes to try and sketch out either of the two characters. Although Scott has hardly knew any of
MunecaMuñecaMuneca by Ranki-Chee
A waxing moon floats over the night sky. It trails behind lavender coloured clouds, forming intricate swirling patterns, while high above, tiny white stars sparkle. Seagulls glide, their faint shadows playing along the waters below. The Puppis, a steam powered air-ship, lies suspended below its air-sac. It sails an airy sea, driven by a small propeller, its wings cutting through a thickening mist. Captain Frank gazes out towards darker shades of sky. He’s seated on the edge of his craft, legs kicking out over the side. Planted on his head is a wide brimmed hat, slumped tightly over his eyes, weighted down by goggles fixed about the crown. He crunches the red apple in his right hand. It tastes sweet with a honey fragrance. The deck creaks. Dark clouds thicken, engulfing the moon, and the temperature falls. There’s a soft rumble gathering in the clouds, which suddenly bursts, sending wind and rain, battering the Puppis from side to side. Captain Frank toppl
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