And as I walked through the valley on the shadow of fiery death, I will fear no heat stroke, for it was still a few hours away from midday. It wouldn't be inaccurate to say that the temperature was at a pleasant thirty degrees Centigrade, but that was with me already having a distinct resistance against heat-based obstacles due to my own affinities. Realistically, it was probably already pushing thirty-five by now, and that would only rise from there the higher the sun rose throughout the day. "And wasn't that gonna be fun for later..." Roaming the market streets with nothing but my own pocket money, I kept an eye out for a handful of ingredients in my mind as I aimlessly followed a crowd of fellow market-goers through their paces. I wasn't in any hurry anyway, seeing that I had only now just remembered how ridiculously long it took to make a decent demi-glace sauce was. Witho

Patience. The unending virtue of the ultimate saint. As someone that's sorely lacking in this department, I had no right in lecturing anyone about this subject, let alone tell someone to just wait and let the chips fall down where they may lie when I, myself, had the patience of a fucking firework. Granted, my patience would be considered as pretty decent so long as it came to matters I didn't really give a shit about, but if it came to the stuff that really mattered, I was pretty fucking impatient to the point of leaving even my friends behind if it meant I got to finish faster. I supposed it was the reason why I always ended up going first whenever there were exams being administered; my stupid, impatient brain not even thinking twice before shading in an answer. And then I realize that I had shaded it wrong a few minutes later and I wouldn't be able to take it back. And in a world where even a single point could mean passing or fa

Huh? For sale? Looking in Bennie's direction, I could only raise an eyebrow in suspicion as I spotted a man dressed in merchant garbs. He looked absolutely gaudy though, with some of the metal chains hanging on his necklace clattering with each movement. Gold earrings as well. Damn, he wore more jewelry than I ever did back when I had my eighteenth birthday. And god was he fat as fuck. "I don't think you understand, girlie. You don't get to have a say in how I run my business," the man haughtily scoffed in her general direction, raising a chubby hand to his equally chubby chin as the rings on his fingers looked like they were about to pop at the sheer pressure his fat was exerting at them. "I shall buy this stall, as stipulated by my right as the leader of the merchant guild." Okay? Leader of the local merchant guild, a

In a perfect world, everyone would have the ability to not be sad on demand. And before you ask, no, I don't mean having the ability to turn off your brain via means of suicide and the like. No, what I meant was that a perfect world would no longer have the need for such an emotion in the first place. Perfection, in the literal sense, means that there are no imperfections, blemished; any type of information or action that can even cause such a thing is removed from the equation in the first place. Now, of course, wouldn't that be boring, you may ask? Well, yes. Strictly speaking, without the contrast of sadness, happiness would simply be a blank emotion for one cannot exist without the other. And yet, humanity strives for such a place. Heavens from various religions constantly preach of such a place where there are no more strife, suffering, and sorrow, and yet do we really think of the consequences of such a place? Do we really want

Without even an ounce of care on the state of my undress, I sprinted across the forest with sword in hand and a bone to pick with anybody I might come across. Every forceful step I took alleviated some of the burning rage welling up inside me; like a burst of flame erupting from the soles of my feet that somehow reduced some of the pressure threatening to make me explode. But it wasn't enough. No... I knew I needed something to hit and take all of this frustration out of. And fucking fast before I burn up from my own rage! Breathing hot and heavy as I left the twins in the dust, I hurriedly ran towards the treeline; my eyes practically scanning everything I came across for any sign or hint of an enemy I could hit with my metal stick. The burning hatred flowing through my body threatened to explode on me; the amalgamation of emotions that I sorely didn't want to feel right now