time flies

time flies... and so do chickens!
Here are my chickens. This was taken a few months ago, and now they're even bigger...
Sorrel, the rooster, is crowing every morning, and I hope that he won't disturb the neighbours too much :D

This picture kind of reminded me of a poem that I want to share with you all :)

(not written by me)

The Red Wheelbarrow

          William Carlos Williams

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens.

okay, maybe it's not a perfect match... but you see the similarities, right? :)

later, loves <3

** this was a short post -- hope I'll be able to actually write more soon! **

aye-aye

oh dear!
it's been a while, hasn't it?
I have no good excuse -- sorry for my absence and all you faithful readers out there <3
I'll be back tonight right after I finish this truckload of homework, loves :)

red rum?

"Red Rum" is screamed
and all is still,
Witnesses on the sidelines,
habeas corpus fulfilled.

need a hint?

** HINT **
spell red rum backwards :)

a small shower of happiness

I LOVE RAIN. RAIN IS BEAUTIFUL. RAIN IS ELECTRIFYING.
As you can see, because I am hyperactive right now due to the rain.
At first, it was a slight patter, a few raindrops kissing the damp ground as petrichor filled the air.
Crystalline drops ricocheted off the window and ceiling, beating a steady lullaby into the evening darkness. Streaks of gold-tinted rain marked a wide-striped pattern under each street light, and the moon was shrouded in a cloud fur coat. The only shimmering specks in the sky were drops that had caught a bit of light, replacing the stars hiding behind their celestial curtains. The patter grew into a rattle, and the city was eventually enclosed in a whirling storm, spraying great raindrops in a myriad of directions, each hitting a surface or the ground and melting into a puddle. Small streams caught leaves on the sides of streets, making perfect little boats for frogs and fairies. Such torrents continued into the morning, and the lullaby that once had everyone drifting off into the dream world woke them up gently to the same pattering. However, quite contrary to popular belief, what this storm brought was not moping inside around a dreary fireplace, but laughter and joy as bright-colored jackets were donned and children ran out into the rain, leaping and splashing around with everyone else.

**It has been a long time since I've posted, and I am so sorry about that! At last, school, finals, and the holiday rush is over, bringing me a peaceful December 31 to transport me and hopefully all of you  into a safe and wonderful 2016!**

definitions matter

I whipped the wooden paddle back, preparing to execute another rampage of beating. I cracked the blunt weapon against his smooth, round, red skin. Drops of blood-red splattered against my hand, leaving stains after I wiped them away. I licked my fingers, savoring the tart sweetness. He stayed silent. Giving him a hard look, I tapped him twice before drawing the club back once again to strike the garnets out of his pockets. I pummeled once again forcibly, showering blows left and right upon his helpless skin, watching in satisfaction as more jewels rained from their hideaways. I grasped him by his sides and turned him over to reveal the white skin on the other side. Satisfied that there were no more gems to be found, I tossed him in a black plastic bag and walked away with my bowl of ruby red pomegranate seeds.