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Roxas' Fantasy Eyes
Usually when I write about myself, it's about a different perspective; a more mystifying, descriptive, and assimilating side to the story. So, if you see me writing, it's about a fantasy point-of-view.
Playing Stricken Tones
My coarse fingers strung against the metallic cords on my simple-designed guitar. It made pitches and tones fly into the air, only visible to me and me alone. The first cleft flew off, swishing around a passerbyer who was clothed in red and white, while the other B-note tossed itself at a peculiarly optimistic kid; she galloped around like a horse, her smile peaked above her cheeks, and the girl kept glimpsing around the streets at the many different individuals in utter curiosity. The both reacted, as expected; both of them suddenly looked more calmer, and their pupils were no longer dialated. Sighing, I pulled out my notebook from my back pocket, and recorded the results.
Many call me the "Guitarist Of Winter" for my music has an intriguing, spellbinding effect that makes people feel cold on the inside. Sadly, it's no spell; it's simply the world tied to my guitar. One simple note is enough to make anyone stop in their tracts. A whole song...well, let's not tell what the result was for that.
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As the world knows the people,
I know not what lies within dormant hearts.
Yet, the mind still seeks for that...
One last chance.
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