Do You Hear That?It's the sound of being punished for someone else having done wrong. It's the sound of a quiet insanity, slowly repeating itself until the day is done. It's the sound of planning for something that cannot be accomplished. It's the sound of hoping for something that cannot be reached. It's the sound of trying to learn to fly while you're falling. It's the sound of sadness brought into liquid droplets.It's the sound of taking responsibility. It's the sound of the loud, proclaiming of joy through the streets, until the moon raises its arms into the sky. It's the sound of trying the very best you can to make your dreams come true. It's the sound of hoping for the best ending, and doing everything you can to make sure nothing gets in your way. It's the sound of an angel flapping their wings for the first time. It's the sound of happiness brought into the raising of the mouth into a crescent formation.Can you hear it?
A Maple and A Glitch PART 1The rain pounds hard on the ground and the nearby buildings.The mare with the blood red coat trots down the long dirt path, with her glare towards the ground. Her brown, curly mane with a light red stripe fell onto her saddened face and she didn't bother to move it back into place. She covers up her cute mark with her mask and runs. She runs as fast as she can to get away. "You monster....making her cry....you overreacted again, didn't you!? Pull yourself together!!!" Her mind screams at her. She'd never done something to intentionally hurt anyone, nonetheless make them cry.....sob....wish their own existence away...but now, the Element of Creativity sits alone, where she thinks she should be for the time being. She runs to her special place, a quite forest filled with her favorite kinds of trees, perfectly placed near a river. She smiles, setting her saddle bag onto the damp ground and lying next to it. From the bag, she brings out an umbrella, and puts it into the ground so she can s