Sample Of A Church Program

Written for the writing community Mezza_tabella .

Title: Stardust flavored
Fandom: Letter Bee (Tegami Bachi).
Torque: Gauche Suede / Lag Seeing.
Prompt: 28. Tears.
Rating: PG .
Summary: But know sugar.
Warnings: Shounen-ai (free interpretation), shotacon (?).
Notes: Vaguely nonsense, shounen-ai ... but just to see us know, eh. Shotacon XD, that big word! XD
Link to set: So long, crybaby .

Stardust flavored

(I can not say no to you)
shouldn ' t let you conquer me Completely
Evanescence - Good enough

faint star climbs canoe on the perpetual darkness of Litus Campbell, throwing what little light on their paradoxical picture.

(The first) paradox (which surely will notice the observer) is at the mercy of that happy little face desperately - that cheek rubbing against his plan - for days when he was to to have his life in his hands.
Equally paradoxical is (albeit in a gentle and harmonious blend of shapes and volumes), as her sobbing against his shoulder might be reassuring, for they tell you what important to him.
(Close the elegant - and so broken and sad and the moon - composition of a frame, paradoxical as the content): his tears, which fall randomly between the lips.
could have a thousand flavors.
may be bitter, with a pinch of salt.
Pinch as were spices, burn like peppers and more, perhaps.
know Instead of sugar .

It is like the sudden urge to wrap it again.

Notes:
do not know. XD
Say "Shotacon" makes me feel like a pervert, I agree, but basically there is nothing ... you know ... carnal here. Only these are thoughts that: thoughts. Needless to say, I
amoadorovenero Gauche, and I regret not being able to represent it as it is - or as I believe it to be. However, in my mind he is , and maybe one day I can pull it out from there.
Lag ... is dipped nell'angst fluff or angst filled with fluff, I have not yet well understood. XD But there still remains a cupid, even when not actually present. * Nods *

Lab One Diffusion Ad Osmosis

I take my time.
I decided now. I take time to see if quell'aereoplanino paper should be thrown out or not. I take time to decide whether to stop or groped forward. I know that maybe I am making a mess at all, for a paper airplane, but to me it means much more.
I tore the sheet of poetry. I do not know if you remember, a few months ago I wrote a poem. Today I tore the paper into little pieces and I threw it away while fixing the camera. I have not had the courage to delete it from the pc, but I tried to throw it out of my life. What a stupid thing, like I could do something like that. I also tried to throw away the toy airplane paper, but did not succeeded. I have it on your desk right now and sometimes I look at it. I would ignore it, I would not have to do with him, I would like a lot of things. But it scares me to think that we are thinking just that. I would like to throw it. I wish I had never taken a crush.
I take time, maybe it's better that way. I have to think, I understand what's happening. Some time ago I would have thought you could only imagine to throw something that had to do with him. But time goes by and I change my mind at times.
I take time, maybe it's better that way.