#alxita_june_twenty

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  • alxita 111w

    Note: Dove's Azure is connected to Story 4-E, or the epilogue of "When The Clouds Cry" Part 1.

    -- Dove's Azure --

    Out of the cages to the azures
    From fetters to ours so pure
    And to the chirrups we'll allure
    Beyond the soil we've endured
    To the rains where we'll inure
    Out of the ways are us impure
    While we're still lightly demure
    To the sunlight which is assured

    While a group flies by the west
    And to our souls that convalesce
    To our deities that're blessed
    Meticulous deeds effloresce
    Our pains may still evanesce
    But only a nickel will acquiesce
    The fact of freedom is a yes
    Finally we'll live to the fullest



    #poetry #equality #unity #freedom #better #dove #sky #scenery #life #azure #beauty #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #pod

    Poem no. 131
    Jun. 30, 2020, 10:21 AM (GMT+8)

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    Dove's Azure

    "Our pains may still evanesce
    But only a nickel will acquiesce
    The fact of freedom is a yes
    Finally we'll live to the fullest"
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 111w

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    (Story by alxita)

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    *Epilogue*

    // Seven years for Julia to go through; it is such an underrated feat that we casually ignore by as we all grow old. Isn't seven years a long time? Can you breathe exactly the same number of times yesterday? Can you continue so for seven years? //

    (WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 1, 1877)

    A week has passed since the birthday of little Julia, and classes still prevail for the whole school year. Ms. Claudine was deemed as the new principal of the academy. She is also the first female to become the principal of the academy after several decades worth of patriarchal influence upon.

    Ms. Claudine has emerged worthy as for the renewal of a principal. It affects the whole academy! But, Claudine has started to work upon multiple projects and plans to ease the tensions among inequalities in gender views, improving the education system, and many more.

    (At Recess)

    *munching sounds*

    "I feel like.. the school has changed a lot ever since the bad guys left," Julia lowly said.
    "What are you talking about? The school DID change a lot after they have left the school! That's a great feat," Beryl said.
    "Beryl's right!" Yvette said.
    "Yeah.. I just hope more good things come!" Julia replied.
    .
    .
    -- Dove's Azure --

    Out of the cages to the azures
    From fetters to ours so pure
    And to the chirrups we'll allure
    Beyond the soil we've endured
    To the rains where we'll inure
    Out of the ways are us impure
    While we're still lightly demure
    To the sunlight which is assured

    While a group flies by the west
    And to our souls that convalesce
    To our deities that're blessed
    Meticulous deeds effloresce
    Our pains may still evanesce
    But only a nickel will acquiesce
    The fact of freedom is a yes
    Finally we'll live to the fullest
    --
    .
    .
    Days flow by again as Julia continues with her education, a better enforced ground than the last principal has ever done. Still, we always enjoy what we all have so far. It's not far away until another obstacle may just block by the winding paths we all are already walking down.
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    #school #life #freedom #better #justice #family #scenery #azure #unity #equality #alxita_stories #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts

    Jun. 30, 2020, 10:17 AM (GMT+8)

    I feel a little up today! I know I was absent for a whole day again. Later again, I will surely check out all your wonderful posts guys!

    -- Obsolete statement [This statement is now obsolete starting July 19, 2020] --

    Now, this was a short epilogue just to conclude the story for now. I've decided that the second "season" for this will continue! I may finally post the second part for this about mid-July or earlier, so stay tuned! The chapters will be connected, so part two starts with Chapter 10!
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    A normal poem will be released tomorrow. "Dove's Azure" is released as an individual poem.

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    Story 4-E

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    *Epilogue*
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 111w

    Note: This is connected to Story 4-9, or Chapter 9 of "When The Clouds Cry".

    -- Love Thy Loved Ones --

    To the west, are the breezes of Wednesday
    And east are the chants of Happy Birthday
    A cause célèbre, but not a cause célèbre
    Tonight, there won't be any spider webs

    In life, are you grateful for your granted gifts?
    Do you let them off as the ones who'll drift?
    Like the bottles in the seas where they flee
    But this time, you keep them all with glee

    Will you slip away your loved ones like soap?
    That's why you hold it firmly as for the hope
    And not let the bubbles pop out in the air
    Outside the lair, we glare and we care

    When the lights die off out of the sight
    When the lungs inhale carbon dioxide
    Thy loved ones and a tear of memories
    And a memoir we'll hold to fervently



    #family #bond #love #life #birthday #memory #melancholy #lovedones #mirakee #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #pod

    Poem no. 130
    Jun. 28, 2020, 7:35 PM (GMT+8)

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    Love Thy Loved Ones

    "Thy loved ones and a tear of memories
    And a memoir we'll hold to fervently"
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 111w

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    (Story by alxita)

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    *Chapter 9 : Je Ne Sais Quoi*

    (FLASHBACK)
    *kids protesting and yelling*

    "Get out there Thompson!! The storm will be your friend for this day!!" a fifth grader student said.
    "Yeah!!! The principal should be Ms. Claudine for this year!!"
    "YEAH!!" chanted the crowd.
    "GAHHHH- SOON Y'ALL GONNA REGRET THIS! Idiots who will become the cancer of society!!!" Mr. Thompson shouted.

    *the principal patted his shoulder*
    *with a smirky face*
    "Come on. Let's leave them like that," the principal whispered.

    Mr. Thompson, with a distressed face, walked out along with the principal beneath the raging storm.

    (WEDNESDAY, JULY 25, 1877)

    *piñata being hit*
    *confetti*

    "Happy Birthday Julia!!" The parents and Jefferson chanted.
    "Happy birthday dear!" said Mary Anne and Julia's grandmother, who has returned back from North Olivyne after 7 years worth of being the iconoclasts.

    "Yayyyy!!! Thanks so much mommy, daddy, grandma, Jeff and auntie!!" little Julia said.

    It is her birthday, and was evening, when they surprised Julia with a blow-out to celebrate her 7th birthday. Julia was so happy to be treated with a special gift to her! A knock from the doors came in as well.

    *Katherine opens the door*

    "Umm… Good evening ma'am! My daughter Yvette has come to celebrate the birthday of your little daughter! Apparently, a fellow friend of mine, has also been persuaded by her daughter Beryl to come celebrate!", Yvette's mom said.
    "Good evening ma'am!", Beryl's mom said.
    "Ohhh good evening to you two! Come take a seat," Katherine replied.

    Meanwhile, Yvette barged in very fast, to the living room where Julia is. Beryl walked just moderately fast as well.

    "Juliaaaaa!!" Yvette said as she quickly hugged her at the same time.
    "Happy happy happy birthday!" Beryl also chanted.
    "Thankiesss! >_< Yeyyy you all came for my birthday!" Julia said.
    "Of course dear! We aren't just leaving yours off in the air!" Beryl replied.
    .
    .
    -- Love Thy Loved Ones --

    To the west, are the breezes of Wednesday
    And east are the chants of Happy Birthday
    A cause célèbre, but not a cause célèbre
    Tonight, there won't be any spider webs

    In life, are you grateful for your granted gifts?
    Do you let them off as the ones who'll drift?
    Like the bottles in the seas where they flee
    But this time, you keep them all with glee

    Will you slip away your loved ones like soap?
    That's why you hold it firmly as for the hope
    And not let the bubbles pop out in the air
    Outside the lair, we glare and we care

    When the lights die off out of the sight
    When the lungs inhale carbon dioxide
    Thy loved ones and a tear of memories
    And a memoir we'll hold to fervently
    --
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    .
    It is 10:10 PM, and little Julia has almost gone to bed, when Katherine speaks the last words to her for the day:

    "Honey, when you grow up, always remember the memories that you cherished with. If you ever had the hardships on you, make sure to use them as your proof of courage and determination to move on!"
    "Good night sweetie, and a blessed happy birthday for you," Katherine said, with a tear on her face, as her child reached the age of 7.

    // Do you believe that a rainbow would always be appearing after the storms? Maybe you don't, but in life, sometimes that principle may apply to everyday hardships we experience! Enjoy the best out of it before it fades away. //
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    #story #family #love #bond #unity #freedom #life #school #education #truth #reality #strength #friendship #birthday #specialday #alxita_stories #alxita_june_twenty #mirakee #ceesreposts

    Jun. 28, 2020, 7:23 PM (GMT+8)

    I've not thoroughly said that I actually took a small break for now just to rest my mind once in a while! I still have to catch up with your posts though!

    Now, I am afraid to say that I may end the story by here. The ending may be a bit abrupt, but as this plot focuses on only Julia's elementary life for the few months, I will end it from here. Don't worry! I've thought that a sequel to connect the story from where it ended will do! The sequel's date is still unplanned, but its presence will be certain!

    I may say that the next "season" or sequel to this will be a bit more serious now, with much more issues to talk about, so stay tuned!

    The epilogue of the story's first season will be out tomorrow! "Love Thy Loved Ones" will be released as an individual poem.

    I do not own the picture! Credit to the original owner. This may be the best depiction of little Julia lol!

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    Story 4-9

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    *Je Ne Sais Quoi*
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 111w

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    (Story by alxita)

    (I must foreshadow that the plot will swerve suddenly later on in this chapter!)

    Also, I may be inactive for at least this day, but I'll be back by tomorrow!! I need a little rest for now; a bit tiring to post every day! xd
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    *Chapter 8 : The Tempest Strikes*

    *chalk sounds*

    *paper being written*

    *downpour by the window*

    "Okay class. Now, can you tell me how many apples did Ms. Gayle harvested today, if she yielded 20 apples each from 7 trees? Can somebody answer that?" Ms. Claudine queried.

    "Umm, miss. She got 140 apples," Julia said.

    "Very good dear! Now, we all know that we can add 20 to a 20, and do so 6 more times, in a total of 7 operations. Did you know, that we can all do this in one operation only?"

    *Julia's perspective*

    "It is called multiplication, and the operation sign for it is more of a cross if you remember. For example,"

    "The rain is going down pretty hard..," (Julia thinks)

    *trees swaying moderately* *gusts blow by*

    "I think we should be brought back to home by now.." (Julia thinks)
    "-now multiply 7 by 2 if we do vertical multiplication, and then we get one hundree fort-"

    *debris breaks a window*

    "Ahhhh!!!!!!!!" some kids screamed.

    Almost the entire class panicked because of that incident. Ms. Claudine has asked to safely go out of the broken glass shards. A fellow teacher then barged in.

    "Miss!! The kids should be evacuated by the lobby???" he/she said.
    "Are the other sections already down??" Ms. Claudine asked
    "Yess!! We must all go now!" said the teacher.
    "Kids!! Pack your bags! We are going to the lobby as the winds are starting to blow harder! Second floor lobby now!! Ms. Claudine said.
    "Ahhhhhh!!! I'm scared.…..," a kid screamed
    "Calm down guys!!" Yvette said.

    (Back At The House)

    *telephone rings*
    *stops*

    "The school is not even answering!!" George said.
    "Ohhhh.. dear…. I hope our kids are okay there! We didn't know the storm would come so fast!!" Katherine replied.

    (At The Train In Caspar, Olivyne)

    "The telephones weren't working. We can't connect with Katherine!" Mary Anne said to her mother.
    "Dear… it's alright.. The good thing is that we are now in the area of Lualleta," her mom replied.
    "Yes…. *tears up* I don't know if this is reality..," Mary Anne said.
    "*hugs Mary Anne* It's okay dear. You really did a good job at comforting me during those unconscious times.. I should be the one thanking," her mom, by the name of Glenda, replied.

    (Back At The School)

    *trees swaying violently*
    *loud banging from the outside*

    Kids were shivering and weeping from the noises. Beryl has also went to Julia and Yvette, away from the imposed lining.

    "Hey… Is it me, or did the weather system got it wrong?" Beryl said.
    "I don't really know..," said Yvette.
    "Dad said there will be a hurricane coming, but he said that it may have hit us by tomorrow still, but not today," Julia explained.
    "The forecasters may have overlooked the situation today," Beryl said.

    "Kids! Listen up. The storm may last for a longer period! So, please bear with us as the storm starts to weaken. Letters were sent to your parents that they'll fetch you once the storm is bearable enough to walk in," a fellow teacher said.

    "Hmph.. if you didn't inform us earlier, we could've still indoctrinated these little kids for the day!" Mr. Thompson said.
    "Huhhh??? Sir, are you choosing money, or the safety of the kids? You are such an ignorant fool," Ms. Claudine said.

    "What are you blabbering now today? Am I the bad guy today?!" Thompson replied.

    "You and the principal should stop being such gold diggers and patriarchal idiots. Do you even care?? The kids are all hurting! Yet you are still bedaubing yourself in money. You are enforcing such an unequal society upon these!! I thought our academy is now for all genders?? Are you deaf??" Ms. Claudine ranted.
    A fifth grader student replied, "Yes! Mr. Thompson has never really cared that much to us. He was only squeezing us for money, and for the education we truly deserve!!"

    A group of fifth grader girls also replied, "Miss…. He doesn't even GIVE a damn about us women!! He should be fired along with the principal who doesn't resolve the inequality among us!"

    "I agree. Even if I'm a boy, all of us are equal, and there shouldn't be any inequality among all of us!", a sixth grader student said.

    "*smirks* You hear that Thompson? The kids don't like you as well. What do you have to say here?" Ms. Claudine said.

    "*utterly aghast* WHAT DID I DO, TO DESERVE THIS??? IN SUCH A SUDDEN TIMING??!!!", Mr. Thompson snapped.

    "Ohhhh dear… Let's just say it is perfect timing! Blame the winds, while we all blame you!" she replied.

    "*surprised* Wow….. Our fellow people have also stood up in such a timing..." Yvette said.
    "Yeah.." Beryl and Julia replied.

    *Julia stands* "I think that… Ms. Claudine should be the new principal! She must be the one who should be one enforcing justice and peace among us all!" little Julia said with all confidence.

    "I agree!!" The whole crowd said on-sync.

    The winds blow by, while a sudden reformation of the school's mind has been declared through facts and experiences.…

    (To be continued)
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    #story #freedom #speech #life #acts #reality #justice #unity #happiness #perspectives #respect #ruling #heart #mirakee #equality #alxita_june_twenty #alxita_stories #ceesreposts

    Poem no. 121
    Jun. 27, 2020, 11:11 AM (GMT+8)

    Now, the whole crowd has become the judges upon the wrongdoings and misdemeanors of Mr. Thompson, and the wicked principal, the puppeteer. In such a sudden time, the mess has yet to untangle very soon as the storm dies down.

    I know the plot swerved quite suddenly! What were your initial thoughts about this? Any improvements or suggestions to add? It would be much appreciated! ��

    Next chapter tomorrow! No connecting poem, or even an unrelated poem will be released today.

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    Story 4-8

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    *The Tempest Strikes*
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 111w

    -- Marcescent You --

    Give in to the mandaments of theirs
    As for a venenation, we are beguiled
    They say, "Carry anything vectible"
    What's not vectible are their minds vile

    Like the marcescent leaves of the tree
    We are still attached upon the trickery
    Not a meracious mixture to be found
    Instead, their gossips give in all around

    A paramnesia to the words we spoke
    To choke from words is the tactic told
    Down the reading carpet they will evoke
    Then, all lachrymose tears now behold

    And moulded be our coercible minds
    Hath we gone from visions to blind?
    The salsitudes put upon our wounds
    And scarify the identity as a gerund

    Now we flee to our own bathrooms
    By the reflections we crack from doom
    And veracious are my eyes of gloom
    I wish I can give you mine as we loom

    If thy worries still persist as presumed
    Cut yourself from the tree that assumes
    And let the toxins flush as you bloom
    Into your inaugural flower as resumed


    -- GLOSSARY --
    beguile - to attract as if by magic
    coercible - to be forced to give in to pressure
    gerund - a verb of incomplete action that is considered a noun (ex. Baking is fun!)
    inaugural - marking a beginning
    lachrymose - of, or relating to tears
    mandament - command
    marcescent - withering while attached on something (like a leaf on a tree)
    meracious - without mixture or adulteration
    paramnesia - a disorder of memory
    salsitude - saltiness or brackishness
    scarify - to make a scar
    vectible - anything that can be carried
    venenation - the condition of being poisoned as if by animal origin.


    #poetry #fakefriend #coercion #peerpressure #freedom #life #leaf #bloom #society #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #pod

    Poem no. 129
    Jun. 26, 2020, 10:51 AM (GMT+8)

    The poem is metaphorical for fake friends who push you for your outward appearance. You are [withering while attached on a tree], which is you degrading while still being attached to their "poison", thus the title. A glossary is made for very deep words!

    "And veracious are my eyes of gloom; I wish I can give you mine as we loom" is a reference to one of the lyrics of "Orange Juice" by Melanie Martinez

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    Marcescent You

    "If thy worries still persist as presumed
    Cut yourself from the tree that assumes
    And let the toxins flush as you bloom
    Into your inaugural flower as resumed"
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 111w

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    (Story by alxita)

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    *Chapter 7 : The More You Untangle*

    (An Issue In "The Sobrivian Times")

    [SUNDAY, JUNE 24, 1877]
    [The morning of Sobrivia is still being greeted with pure sunlights and clear azures. A meeting conducted by the formal Mayor's office is discussing about a strange weather disturbance 480 miles off the coast of Elebre, Marquina.

    The talks are still mild as off now, but it is said that the disturbance may intensify into a "tropical storm" that may hit the land of Marquina by Monday, and possibly direct its way through the countries of North and South Olivyne, Lualleta, and Sobrivia. They are still monitoring the situation using their brand new reconnaissance aircraft to watch the disturbance, regarding the wind speed, direction, rainfall, etc. Updates tomorrow morning.]

    "Did you read that honey? A storm is apparently approaching our land," Katherine said to George.
    "Yes sweetie.. Gotta secure some materials and supplies when it eventually grows strong. We don't our house to fly away in the winds!" George said.

    (MONDAY, JUNE 25, 1877 -- In School)

    *bell rings*
    "So, finish your homework regarding Page 9, 10, and 11's activities being narrated here. You can always call for a little help in the faculty office, when I'm there off course! Goodbye class," Ms. Claudine said, a Math Teacher studying elementary mathematics for at least 2 years now.

    *books being put back in bags*
    *zipper sounds*
    "Hey, Julia.. Is it me, or today's sky isn't that cheerful?" Yvette said wonderingly.
    "Hmmm… I suppose so! I think it may rain later.." Julia replied after a few seconds of gazing out the windows.
    "Hmmm.. Yeah you're right. Recess time!"

    *kids all talking around the cafeteria*
    "Ohhhhh… the éclairs tasted soooo amazing!!" Julia said with her mouth covered in the chocolate filling.
    "Hehehe.. Lemme steal that piece!!" Yvette said with a smirky face.
    *tries to grab the éclair*
    "Noooo!! It is mine!!"
    "Now it will be mine! Hahaha!"
    "Shuuuuuuu~~~"

    *a tray falls off from a table*
    *Julia and Yvette stopped with a smiling face still*
    *a girl runs off the cafeteria*
    .
    .
    -- Marcescent You --

    Give in to the mandaments of theirs
    As for a venenation, we are beguiled
    They say, "Carry anything vectible"
    What's not vectible are their minds vile

    Like the marcescent leaves of the tree
    We are still attached upon the trickery
    Not a meracious mixture to be found
    Instead, their gossips give in all around

    A paramnesia to the words we spoke
    To choke from words is the tactic told
    Down the reading carpet they will evoke
    Then, all lachrymose tears now behold

    And moulded be our coercible minds
    Hath we gone from visions to blind?
    The salsitudes put upon our wounds
    And scarify the identity as a gerund

    Now we flee to our own bathrooms
    By the reflections we crack from doom
    And veracious are my eyes of gloom
    I wish I can give you mine as we loom

    If thy worries still persist as presumed
    Cut yourself from the tree that assumes
    And let the toxins flush as you bloom
    Into your inaugural flower as resumed
    .
    .
    (At the bathroom)
    *fuzzy conversation sounds*

    "There, there miss…. We are here to comfort you! From what those bad friends did to you," Julia said.
    "Yeah.. Please don't be friends with them!!", Yvette said with a disdainful manner towards their misdemeanor.

    *sneezes*
    "Ummmm…. Thanks.. guys.. May I know.. um.. what your names might be?" the girl said.
    "I am Julia! This is Yvette, my friend"
    "Ohh.. okay.. um.. Mine is Beryl.. in 3rd grade. You guys are in.. 1st grade right?" she said with a still shaky voice.
    "Yup!"
    "Okay.. Can you guys come with me? I'm.. gonna report this matter to the authorities..," Beryl said
    "Surieeee," Yvette said.

    Now, they addressed this matter not by the main office, as for the patriarchally staged minds they have, but to Ms. Claudine, who will actually understand their matters without basing her judgment off of a patriarchal ideology.

    (Back at the house)

    *Turns page of newspaper*

    [MONDAY, JUNE 25, 1877]
    [The disturbance, which was previously thought to be a weak storm, quickly gathered strength. Its structure had organized in the process as well. Now, it is estimated to have winds of 105 mph, gust of up to 140.
    The head meteorologists of the weather agency do not have a conclusive estimate as to what wind speed it'll top off, but what was urgent is that everyone in the path of the hurricane had to seek preparations and possible evacuations. It is expected to make landfall by Wednesday morning.]

    *Katherine slightly aghast*

    *Tinnitus sounds*

    // null //
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    #story #storm #path #bullying #bodyshaming #lies #truth #loveyourself #fakefriends #comfort #life #school #alxita_stories #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts

    Jun. 26, 2020, 10:40 AM (GMT+8)

    Now, Beryl joins the friends into their journey. Although we have to keep in mind that a tempest is coming towards them; a raging hurricane that we'll never know how it can affect them.

    Next chapter tomorrow! "Marcescent You" is released as an individual poem. Also, a glossary as well will be featured with the individual poem!

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    Story 4-7

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    *The More You Untangle*
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 112w

    Note: "Waterfall" is connected to Story 4-6, or Chapter 6 of "When The Clouds Cry".

    -- Waterfall --

    Days, and the last be a bewilderment
    Are you aware of these putrid carcasses?
    Are you using your head or a predicament?
    Privileges you ignore when time passes

    If the children bleeds from their wounds
    It's your job to help on their utter behalf
    Yet, they'd seek help outside your room
    Unappeased, lying are economic graphs

    If the wounds ever bleed like a waterfall
    Profusely indeed, you still don't mind
    'Cause it's not your job? How to enthrall
    The audience while hiding inanely blind?

    Do you leave the dishes stacking forever?
    Do you leave the carcasses there forever?
    Do you leave the wounds open forever?
    Do you leave the bodies stuck on its fetters?

    And if we ever slam your table with reports
    Now we ascertain your insolent claims?
    We lie upon see-saws with no escorts
    We fall, and victorious are your acclaims



    #poetry #ignorance #neglection #kids #school #corrupt #conduct #health #life #education #bullying #safety #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #mirakee #pod

    Poem no. 128
    Jun. 25, 2020, 10:29 AM (GMT+8)

    The poem is metaphorical for the fact that adults don't look upon their kids or children whenever they're hurt. They don't stop the bad conduct, or appease the pain of children, and it goes on, like a waterfall that you eventually can't stop, thus, the title.

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    Waterfall

    "Do you leave the dishes stacking forever?
    Do you leave the carcasses there forever?
    Do you leave the wounds open forever?
    Do you leave the bodies stuck on its fetters?"
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 112w

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    (Story by alxita)

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    *Chapter 6 : Not A Good Act*

    Four days have passed since the first day of Julia's elementary life. It is now Friday, 22nd of June 1877; the last school day of hers by the week will end after 3 more subjects. It was lunch break, and the children were happily engrossing themselves upon the colorful display that greets them at the cafeteria.

    "Yvette, where can we sit? There are manyyy tables!" Julia said.
    "Hmmm… I think let's sit by the edge tables! I don't like being at the middle…" Yvette replied.
    "Okay!"

    Julia and Yvette picked a table along the walls. Then, fifteen minutes later, when they were at the middle of munching in their meals, a piece of crumpled paper was thrown exactly at Julia's meal. The sauce topping off the meal slightly splattered on her dress.

    "Who threw that..?" Julia said with an asthenic manner. Yvette looked around the area where the paper came from, but nobody was really acting strange or smirking off from their deeds.
    "Ummm.. let's not mind that.. Shall we?" Yvette said.

    Then, another few minutes later, another paper, instead folded into an airplane landed directly at the side of Yvette's head.

    "A note??? Hmmm… let's read... [Hey kid! Why are you disrupting the normal systems of the boys'?? You should not feel the same privilege we have here! Get a life] signed.. no one.."
    *Julia whispers* "They are sooo rude!! I think we should take our leave here…"
    "Yeah….. let's go before they further poke us out…"
    .
    .
    -- Waterfall --

    Days, and the last be a bewilderment
    Are you aware of these putrid carcasses?
    Are you using your head or a predicament?
    Privileges you ignore when time passes

    If the children bleeds from their wounds
    It's your job to help on their utter behalf
    Yet, they'd seek help outside your room
    Unappeased, lying are economic graphs

    If the wounds ever bleed like a waterfall
    Profusely indeed, you still don't mind
    'Cause it's not your job? How to enthrall
    The audience while hiding inanely blind?

    Do you leave the dishes stacking forever?
    Do you leave the carcasses there forever?
    Do you leave the wounds open forever?
    Do you leave the bodies stuck on its fetters?

    And if we ever slam your table with reports
    Now we ascertain your insolent claims?
    We lie upon see-saws with no escorts
    We fall, and victorious are your acclaims
    --
    .
    .
    *bags being zipped*
    *sigh* "Not a perfect ending for the first week..", Yvette said.
    "Well… we can't do anything.. Anything!! It won't and will not always be a perfect ending. Let's just let that off for now..", Julia answered.
    "Yeah.. You are right there. Come on. Let's head off to the bus!" Yvette said.

    (Outside EVES)

    "Why weren't there any bus during our dismissal?", Julia wondered.
    "Ohh! I am not quite sure about that.. The bus would be the ones who'd usually fetch us to our homes. But the parents had to be the ones for that day.. A little strange perhaps," Yvette replied.

    (Inside the faculty office)

    "The reports from Julia and Yvette said that they were slightly harassed by the little kids namely: Aren, Carson, and Niell. They have thrown two different papers on the girls, and the contents were purely expressing their scorn towards them.. Should we demand a warning letter the next time they do this, or is it detention upon them?", Ms. Claudine explained to the fellow teachers.

    "I am not quite sure about that.. Since they are also kids as well. But it is certain that they should lectured properly upon that matter," said Mr. Roberts answered.

    "I am confident enough to say that we should let this off. This issue will not be that much of an issue if we keep on poking about that! The boys were totally doing what they wanted to do! The girls should not feel the same privileges as boys do!", Mr. Thompson replied.

    "But Mr. Thompson.. Aren't we diverting our whole academy from a patriarchal system? Aren't you following upon the conclusive agreement we all had to approve, including even the head office and owners of this academy?", Ms. Claudine said with a slightly offended manner after what Mr. Thompson had to say.
    ...
    The first school week of school officially ended this Thursday afternoon. Ms. Claudine went back to her home, feeling a bit offended after what Mr. Thompson had to derogatively denounce upon a simple unisex matter; the words that've hit even her gender still resonates as hypnagogic waves inside her mind as she sleeps. Julia and Yvette have come back to their homes, sleeping for a new day again.

    // Clouds do fade, just how the weather and the environment's erratic patterns behave upon. But they form back, and happiness won't always prevail for an eternity. //
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    #story #school #harass #teasing #bullying #unknown #ignorance #authority #alxita_june_twenty #alxita_stories #ceesreposts

    Jun. 25, 2020, 10:20 AM (GMT+8)

    The authorities are not doing their right to implement the conduct of the general! What happens if they don't act their heads upon the reports of bullying being sent to them? Are they only seeking for money?

    Next chapte tomorrow! "Waterfall" is released as an individual poem.

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    Story 4-6

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    *Not A Good Act*
    ©___alxita

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    500 followers is a lot!! Thank you so much everyone ����

    -- Unity --

    Show not, the facades of identity
    Secluding, for the lack of veracity
    Show not, the test scores to check
    Sempiternally, we're never correct

    But show upon, impurities of many
    Not of a few perfect ones ideally
    Showing upon, our mild patriotism
    And not, a greatly forced chauvinism

    Don't wait for the perfect to show;
    Us the imperfect must also grow
    To show our unity as we all know
    Of a crisis degrading us very low

    It's not only for justice we all aim for
    It's brotherhood, that we all need more
    Of national sodality we must attain
    For our own world as well, we remain



    #poetry #national #philippines #prompt #unity #world #brotherhood #solidarity #attainment #right #life #society #mirakee #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #pod #wwyschallenge

    Poem no. 127
    Jun. 24, 2020, 11:38 AM (GMT+8)

    I really wanted to try this wonderful initiative! Thank you so much for this @shegram ��
    The image/art is depicted to be Filipino farmers working together in winnowing rice from their fields in the 1950s.

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    Unity

    "Don't wait for the perfect to show;
    Us the imperfect must also grow
    To show our unity as we all know
    Of a crisis degrading us very low"
    ©___alxita

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    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    (Story by alxita)

    Note: This is a side arc of the story, introducing a backstory of the elder adults, and explaining the call from Mary Anne in Chapter 4. No connecting poem will be featured here.

    And thank y'all for 500 followers!!! It's honestly such a big number just to think about it!! Lots of love ����
    -------------------------------------------
    *Chapter 5 : The Past Still Lingers*

    (In Katherine's Flashbacks, From 7 Years Ago)

    "Olivyne used to be one of the most peaceful, beautiful places to live in. Everyone was happy back then. Caspar, the capital of Olivyne, used to be the home of several wealthy people around that time. People were just enjoying; roaming around, meeting others, going to tourists' attractions, and many more."

    "But something... that certain something just… resurfaced out of nowhere after centuries of lull... The Naruqus, who have controlled Olivyne in 1630, rose back after its defeat from a 10-year-long war with Olivyne, and has come back; neither the people, nor the ruling leadership ever conceived or predicted their p-presence..."

    "It was then, October 11, 1870, when… when the Nuraqus bombed the city of Apnasia in Olivyne, perishing at least 400 lives; once was a surprise attack, now became a series of it. They then bombed the city once again, killing another 81. They finally took their whole forces towards the city of Caspar, when its infantries had attacked innocent buildings and committed genocides which claimed at least 2,000, and counting...."

    "It was a catastrophe. I… I used to l-live there. Then, all I'd see by the windows are mass horrors that are too unreal to be spoken of or even be comprehended properly… I'd always flee inside the cabinets whenever the forces hijack our household.. My sister, Mary Anne, used to be caught by the forces, and was held captive for at least two years, before she did a miraculous escape along with six other people from the cruel prisons… It was scary.. I didn't know what to do during those two years.."

    "When we finally reconciled, Mary Anne said that I should flee now.. She said that she would take care of their mother, who has been amputated on one leg after an explosion from a land mine very near her occurred. It was a horror.. She screamed… The armed invaders surround her as she tries to flee away, backing off from them along with our mother…. She was resilient.. She still benefited from the martial arts taught by our father vigorously.."

    "I know I sound I bit calmer now, but it still stains the shirt which I call "heart".. It still haunts me as a nightmare that is legitimately happening until now. It recurs. When the clouds cry… that's when you really see the harsh reality…"

    *Tinnitus sounds*

    "Mary Anne…. Wherever you are, after that call that night.. I am forever grateful that you are still there.. With your body.. With your heart still beating, along with our mother who is still doing fine after seven years worth of a disaster… Please.. All I could say is, please stay safe.. Always protect our mother, yourself from the ongoing chaos.. Please, one day, come back to us once again.."

    (Reality once again)

    The Olivynian War is still ongoing. It has broken the country into two sovereign states. North Olivyne is the original Olivyne, the south being controlled by the Nuraqus. Mary Anne and her mother, as Julia's grandmother, are now facing their greatest risk to surpass the armed borders, that surround North Olivyne, as it struggles to retain its power from the ongoing attacks of the Nuraqus.

    To free from their chains, is to give all the force out. To sing their freedom, is to strive for the hardships and the negative forces opposing against. Mary Anne and her mother finds the perfect day, when the forces were relatively tame, and chaos was still downhill after a short period of rest, in order to escape from the borders of North Olivyne, trying to contain the chaos that is happening from the inside, caused by the Nuraqus, and not severely affect the neighbouring countries of Lualleta, and farther away Sobrivia.

    The borders are still enforced, heavily by the West and East side, to scout for incoming forces that may ever infiltrate the city. North Olivyne's forces were fortunately selflessly enhanced and improved by many contributions of forces, aid, and resources from several countries around the continent, further empowering the soul and strength to continue on and fight for their freedom. George has also contributed as well, for having experience soldier training for at least nine years before his eventual relationship with Katherine.

    While the sisters are still separated after the ongoing catastrophe, their bond still remains strong. Katherine finally awaits the grand reconciliation with her sister and their mother. As Katherine was forced to flee out before them, along with another two hundred innocents, Mary Anne remained in Olivyne for at least seven years, and counting.

    Still, Katherine has not told this yet to her little daughter and son, as she wants them to stay happy and enjoy their lives without taking such a burden from all the struggles they have experienced. She will look out for a perfect time when their children would be mature and understanding enough to really consume the information she would ever tell to them.

    // When the clouds cry, that's when the harsh reality unravels, with each tear representing the pains and pressures of the many. The clouds will still prevail, when the sunlight is still astray from our paths. We hope. We strive. //
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    #story #war #separation #sevenyears #life #disaster #tension #family #reunion #miracle #alxita_stories #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts

    Jun. 24, 2020, 10:39 AM (GMT+8)

    Here it is! The backstory of Katherine, Mary Anne, their mother, and George! Chapter 6 will now revert back to the main focus of Julia.

    Was there anything that made you a bit wondering? Suggestions or improvements perhaps?
    The art is based off the Napoleonic Wars.

    Next chapter tomorrow! A poem unrelated to the storyline is currently posted now!

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    Story 4-5

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    *The Past Still Lingers*
    ©___alxita

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    Note: Fraudulent Thou is connected to the storyline "Story 4-4" or Chapter 4 of When The Clouds Cry.

    -- Fraudulent Thou --

    Sticking the snake tongues for the night
    Chewing by portraits of your demeanor
    And targets be surfacing up so bright
    But do beware the clues you'll drop later

    And the soapy baths for your ingenuity
    The little lamb and the wolf's tale says
    Nightingales and a canticle for gratuity
    Ministers now wonder for their roleplays

    Bereaving her, albeit quietly basking
    But basking raises them chiefly asking
    And asking be your echoes wondering
    Wondering as coerced while bereaving

    And all a back scene you'll never know
    Innocence portrays whilst being at a show
    At the back stage, thou take off thy mask
    Behold a devil, for which we've grasped



    #poetry #night #peculiar #unknown #enigma #fraud #misunderstanding #couple #relationship #life #mirakee #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #pod

    Poem no. 126
    Jun. 23, 2020, 11:06 AM (GMT+8)

    This purely emphasizes about a misunderstanding between a couple.

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    Fraudulent Thou

    "And all a back scene you'll never know
    Innocence portrays whilst being at a show
    At the back stage, thou take off thy mask
    Behold a devil, for which we've grasped"
    ©___alxita

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    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    (Story by alxita)

    -------------------------------------------
    *Chapter 4 : An Enigma Surfaces*

    The first day of school has ended. Julia and Yvette both said their goodbyes for the night. Julia has actually sent a letter to Yvette through physical mail.

    Usually, Yvette would be taking the train with her parents fetching her from school, as the school is tens of miles away from their homeland Lualleta. Yes! Yvette's place is simply along the border of the countries Lualleta and Sobrivia, and Julia in the Sobrivian side. The train also spans its tracks across the countries of North Olivyne, South Olivyne, and Marquina.

    "Dear, was school very fun?" Katherine queried to her daughter.
    "Yesss mommy! It was really fun! I met a friendly girl as well mommy!" dear Julia said happily.
    "That's great dear! At least there will be someone who will be joining along with you anytime! Anyway, let's head for dinner."

    (After Dinner)

    *Phone ringing*

    "Oh honey can you please wash the dishes for a second?", Katherine requested.
    "Sure dear. I'll handle them," George replied, while standing up for temporary help. His "Sobrivian Times" newspaper fell on the ground accidentally, resulting in him putting it back up the coffee table.

    What fell as well were pictures of wars in a place to conceive for. What could be the reason for such an image he's supposedly secluding by his newspapers? Was there a reason he would be having such a big deal at those portrait photos so much? Or is it simply innocent interest?
    .
    .
    -- Fraudulent Thou --

    Sticking the snake tongues for the night
    Chewing by portraits of your demeanor
    And targets be surfacing up so bright
    But do beware the clues you'll drop later

    And the soapy baths for your ingenuity
    The little lamb and the wolf's tale says
    Nightingales and a canticle for gratuity
    Ministers now wonder for their roleplays

    Bereaving her, albeit quietly basking
    But basking raises them chiefly asking
    And asking be your echoes wondering
    Wondering as coerced while bereaving

    And all a back scene you'll never know
    Innocence portrays whilst being at a show
    At the back stage, thou take off thy mask
    Behold a devil, for which we've grasped
    --

    *Whispering sounds turn louder* *Climax*
    *Shrill sounds accompany*

    Everything goes normally. George has washed the dishes, while at the same time, Katherine responded to the call of Mary Anne, Julia's aunt, who is currently living in Caspar, the capital of North Olivyne. Concerned would be an issue in which Mary Anne was astray across Caspar for five years. A scenario of an apocalypse, perhaps?

    Added to that, George would also leave the house at around eleven o' clock in the evening, when the mother and daughter goes to bed. Why? Where will he go to? Does he have an important matter regarding the time period he chooses?

    *Tinnitus sounds*

    Julia goes back to bed, when Katherine told her another variation of the story Humpty Dumpty, which she adored for a few years now. It is her story to be narrated by her mother before going below the sink. She goes to sleep, for another day in school tomorrow, while Katherine's anxiously conscious about George's deal with the place he's going to.

    // You know that clouds won't ever be the happiest all day, so if one piece of advice would be told as an opportunity, it's better to bask beneath the sunlight before the weather goes down the drain. //
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    #past #memory #enigma #life #night #astray #alxita_stories #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #mirakee

    Jun. 23, 2020, 10:39 AM (GMT+8)

    Why is George leaving out the house every night? Katherine knows, but will we? Will little Julia comprehend this, or even know about this matter?

    Just to clarify: "Fraudulent Thou" emphasizes a misunderstanding between a couple. Sometimes the other would be wondering why he/she is doing something peculiar or odd, when it may not be that case. So, George is not cheating whatsoever; there is another reason besides that, and Katherine has known that since their early stages of love.

    Next chapter tomorrow! "Fraudulent Thou" is released as an individual poem.

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    Story 4-4

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    *An Enigma Surfaces*
    ©___alxita

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    Note: Gossip Hour is connected to Story 4-3, or Chapter 3 of "When The Clouds Cry".

    -- Gossip Hour --

    Standing straight up for the disdained front
    Enunciate your nomenclature as shown
    Whisper, whisper, then susurrous grunts
    And choke by the words, oh so forlorn

    Then, clapping, and clanging be our souls
    Pointing to the other as we ever shyly stand
    The sun won't be playing out its dear role
    Leaving you behind, deals become grand

    Rumors, then rumors like the ireful virus
    Landing to the ears, implying their figure
    Sweet heavens become chants stupendous
    And we wear out across the lavas impure

    "Windows do be our escape to the outside"
    And trying, though they judge as they seem
    And detention for those kids as they glide
    Towards the trespassing zone of their esteem

    Stay where the devil instructs you to stay
    And pray that they don't notice your ego
    If not, then gossips behold in all its ways
    Decrying, and crying's where we'll all go



    #poetry #rumors #gossip #kids #class #introduction #impression #assumption #school #education #life #mirakee #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #pod

    Poem no. 125
    Jun. 22, 2020, 10:32 AM (GMT+8)

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    Gossip Hour

    "Rumors, then rumors like the ireful virus
    Landing to the ears, implying their figure
    Sweet heavens become chants stupendous
    And we wear out across the lavas impure"
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 112w

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    (Story by alxita)

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    *Chapter 3 : Introduction In Rumors*

    Julia and Yvette both come by the entrance, fervor glorifying their presence for the first day in elementary! Jefferson was attending for 4th grade education. He is 10 years old, almost reaching 11 by the 20th of August.

    "This place is so super amazing!! I really wanna play at the playground thoughhh," Yvette enunciated.
    "Really??? Is the playground small?", Julia replied.
    "No no no! It is soooo big!!! Hey hey you see that cloud in the sky? Probably that big"
    "Wowww! The cloud IS super large! Okay then!"

    *Bell ringing*

    A shrill, quick tintinnabulation from the school bell implies the first period of the day. A classroom is made for each class batch by grade level and section. They went to their designated class, Grade 1-A, out of the four other sections.

    When they went in, everyone was pretty talkative.
    "Psst… I hope we can make more friends!", said Julia.
    "I know…. a bit t-too shyyy though! And like, all of them are boys!!", shaky Yvette replied.
    "Ohhh.. Let's just ignore that detail.. Hehehe," Julia said.

    A teacher came in and sought the attention of the class.
    "Sit down kids!" the teacher said in a slightly derogatory way. The general went quiet. Some were even a little scared.

    "Today is the first day of class. Before moving on to our first subject, English, let us first introduce ourselves. I'm Mr. Henry Thompson. Call me Mr. Thompson from now on. Understand?"
    "Yes… Sir… Thomp.. son.."

    *Bangs the desk*

    "Speak LOUDER kids!"
    "Yes!!! Sir Thompson!!"
    "Good. Now the first student, you young boy at the front."

    *Kids glancing at each other anxiously*
    .
    .
    -- Gossip Hour --

    Standing straight up for the disdained front
    Enunciate your nomenclature as shown
    Whisper, whisper, then susurrous grunts
    And choke by the words, oh so forlorn

    Then, clapping, and clanging be our souls
    Pointing to the other as we ever shyly stand
    The sun won't be playing out its dear role
    Leaving you behind, deals become grand

    Rumors, then rumors like the ireful virus
    Landing to the ears, implying their figure
    Sweet heavens become chants stupendous
    And we wear out across the lavas impure

    "Windows do be our escape to the outside"
    And trying, though they judge as they seem
    And detention for those kids as they glide
    Towards the trespassing zone of their esteem

    Stay where the devil instructs you to stay
    And pray that they don't notice your ego
    If not, then gossips behold in all its ways
    Decrying, and crying's where we'll all go
    --

    The introduction has finally concluded. Kids seem to be a bit off at that time. The cool, little kids do not give a damn actually. Time flies when their books unravel and start from Page 1, and Mr. Thompson pulls out his chalk of superiority.

    Later would be Mr. Harrisburg in Math, Mr. Dawson in Science, and Ms. Claudine as their advisory teacher for the shortened first day.

    // Are the clouds fading a bit too early? Or is it our own, little perception? When the clouds do get a little off, you know, that something, may go wrong. //
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    #story #school #academy #teachers #gossip #rumors #introduction #class #day #life #mirakee #alxita_stories #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts

    Jun. 22, 2020, 10:28 AM (GMT+8)

    Mr. Thompson gave his first, grumpy introductions to the class. How rude! What could be the reason of his ireful attitude to the little kids? The kids also imprinted their first impressions and assumptions of others in their mind. What comes next?

    Next chapter tomorrow! "Gossip Hour" is released as an individual poem as well.

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    Story 4-3

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    *Introduction In Rumors*
    ©___alxita

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    Note: Weltanschauung is a German word roughly translating to "world perception" of an individual/group.
    This is connected to the storyline (Story 4-2)

    Pronunciation : vel - tan - shau - ung

    -- Weltanschauung --

    Goodbyes and waves be our connection
    While we stay apart, and fates separate
    But still we'll be meeting in our rendition
    Of life's chapters while we're still inchoate

    Across the windows do exhibit its scenery
    A tintinnabulum of the Aubidine Church
    Rings at eight, and the doves fly gracefully
    Above an ethereal landscape in the search

    Sunflowers of yellow, white lilies bright
    Then river flows by the cobblestone bridge
    Beyond our spot, we were oblivious to
    Unknown to the world when we're at the ridge

    Today, we discover a new sense of life
    Adventurously knowing, more, lies ahead
    Beyond our spot, divine blessings are rife
    And genuine be the colors in our heads



    #poetry #scenery #outside #beyond #school #life #direction #thoughts #mirakee #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #pod

    Poem no. 124
    Jun. 21, 2020, 10:28 AM (GMT+8)

    The image here and in the story are the sceneries of Switzerland.

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    Weltanschauung

    "Today, we discover a new sense of life
    Adventurously knowing, more, lies ahead
    Beyond our spot, divine blessings are rife
    And genuine be the colors in our heads"
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 112w

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    (Story by alxita)

    (Please read the story in chronological order! Anddd Happy Father's Day to all the fathers out there! ��)

    -------------------------------------------
    *Chapter 2 : Outside The Bubble*

    It is Monday, 18th of June 1877. Julia wakes up as blissful as she is, radiating passion as she soon will go outside from what is considered her "bubble".

    "Yeyyyy!! I wanna go to school! Mommy and Daddy will be so proud," little Julia says enthusiastically. She just goes by the window and waves the landscape with a greeting! Winds blow by her as a sign of welcome. Katherine calls Julia for breakfast. This time, the breakfast served was full of carbohydrates so that she can get energized and active!

    Jefferson was still asleep though. Julia thought that he may be missing out on the very exciting day! So, she moderately knocks the door. "Jeff!!! It's a special day today! Wake up brother!", she said with utter fervor.
    "Sisss.. S-still sleeping…. Ya know? Five more minutes," Jefferson replied, still drowsy and dreamy. Julia frowned in a cute way, so she passed on.

    It is now 7:40 AM. The kids are then ready with their uniforms on, teeth pure white, hair carefully fixed, and carrying are their hopes and guts!
    "Dear, I'll just assist the kids down the road for their bus!", Katherine articulated. "You can go on! I'll just flow through some newspaper for now", George replied while being focused over "The Sobrivian Times" with the latest issues released by the owner company.

    "Okay kids!! Really ready for school?"
    "Yess maa!! Ready!"
    "Okay then! The bus is almost there"

    *Engine starts again* *Bus starts moving*
    .
    .
    -- Weltanschauung --

    Goodbyes and waves be our connection
    While we stay apart, and fates separate
    But still we'll be meeting in our rendition
    Of life's chapters while we're still inchoate

    Across the windows do exhibit its scenery
    A tintinnabulum of the Aubidine Church
    Rings at eight, and the doves fly gracefully
    Above an ethereal landscape in the search

    Sunflowers of yellow, white lilies bright
    Then river flows by the cobblestone bridge
    Beyond our spot, we were oblivious to
    Unknown to the world when we're at the ridge

    Today, we discover a new sense of life
    Adventurously knowing, more, lies ahead
    Beyond our spot, divine blessings are rife
    And genuine be the colors in our heads
    --

    A kid tapped at Julia's shoulder, and asked, "Hey… Are you new here?"
    "Ohh.. yes. I am new here!"
    "Great. Do you wanna be friends? You know! So we can be... um- safe around here?"
    "Hmmm… Okiee! What is your name?"
    "Yvette.. You?"
    "I'm Julia. Nice to meet you!"

    There they are! At EVES. The school was fairly old, but it still maintains its glamour with its big garden, as if the bushes formed a labyrinth all over! Then, they take their first step towards the small stairway, leading to an entrance, welcoming them a new atmosphere.

    // The clouds still move forward along the winds. We move along with life, if not, we're not human. Clouds do shape, just like our emotions, but still they are clouds, just like us being all human. //
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    #story #life #home #morning #day #school #elementary #bus #scenery #alxita_stories #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #pod

    Jun. 21, 2020, 10:23 AM (GMT+8)

    Aubidine Church is merely another fancy made-up name for the church in Emerald Valley. What do you think about Yvette as well? A well-suited best friend of Julia perhaps?

    Next chapter tomorrow! "Weltanschauung" is released also as a separate poem.

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    Story 4-2

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    *Outside The Bubble*
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 112w

    Note: "Blancmange" is a story poem, meaning it is connected to the current storyline (Story 4-1). You are free to recognize this separately, but if interested, please check out the storyline first! Thank you.

    Pronunciation: bla - manj

    -- Blancmange --

    Now be ours, the lone rays of daylight
    And wake upon thy glimmers of thee
    Recherché or not, still always bright
    Thy hopes you've sparkled with glee

    And breakfast do cognize our bodies
    Of its yearn for energy for the whole day
    Now, have you spoken for our deeds
    Granting a gift which we all ever pray

    Sitting beyond be the solid melancholy
    A dessert of saccharinely sweet delights
    Frosting's absent, as shown for entirety
    And an anamnesis, called for as slight

    Now, when joy evanesces, we call forth
    To turn it back, and stay as reserved
    Piousness remain as we all go north
    Eat a blissful sweet as well-deserved



    #poetry #dessert #sweet #hope #happiness #memory #melancholy #desire #past #present #life #morning #light #sun #mirakee #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #pod

    Poem no. 123
    Jun. 20, 2020, 10:22 AM (GMT+8)

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    Blancmange

    "Now, when joy evanesces, we call forth
    To turn it back, and stay as reserved
    Piousness remain as we all go north
    Eat a blissful sweet as well-deserved"
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 112w

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    (Story by alxita)

    (PLEASE read the prologue first if you haven't read so, before this chapter! Thank you.)

    -------------------------------------------
    *Chapter 1 : Friday Aurora*

    Continuing after the decision of Julia's parents, now be the moonlight showers and nocturnes to sing for the night. Saccharinely serenading with the former twilight, and now restful be them, who will lull, for a new page to pen again.

    *Ringing* *Clock stops*
    It is now 6:30 AM, Friday, 15th of June. An aubade and a prayer was chanted as the prologue for the day. Breakfast preparing; it is scrumptiously served with all the passion of Katherine. Julia is positively deluded with joy for the meal, while Jefferson is the latter to wake up. George accompanies Katherine in preparing the table, along with the centerpiece of fruits.

    Now, be the poetries that little Julia ADORES so much! It was 8:00 AM, and a poesy is gladly introduced upon her pages.
    .
    .
    -- Blancmange --

    Now be ours, the lone rays of daylight
    And wake upon thy glimmers of thee
    Recherché or not, still always bright
    Thy hopes you've sparkled with glee

    And breakfast do cognize our bodies
    Of its yearn for energy for the whole day
    Now, have you spoken for our deeds
    Granting a gift which we all ever pray

    Sitting beyond be the solid melancholy
    A dessert of saccharinely sweet delights
    Frosting's absent, as shown for entirety
    And an anamnesis, called for as slight

    Now, when joy evanesces, we call forth
    To turn it back, and stay as reserved
    Piousness remain as we all go north
    Eat a blissful sweet as well-deserved
    --

    Her notebook was shut quiet, as for a deed she would always be transparent upon. "Poems do make my day a lot better, and livelier!" She was taught by her parents vigorously with English as preparation for her elementary education. It'd seem like it was made by a teen, but no! She was merely six years old, her birthday 50 days ahead.

    She should be ready for that new adventure! Any person will go through that. All people across all races, are welcome. Despite that, slight, rare rumors say that the school has established a system of patriarchy, and girls were only ever approved to the school when it had recently changed to accepting both genders. And it is still slowly swerving its way to that path. Though in that case, mild abuse of privilege in the patriarchal system is prevalent among many of the established systems around the city.

    // Nevertheless, the days will flow by again, when the clouds be the most iridescent and effloresce the formerly trapped vapors of the sky. Time can speak, but the path remains bleak. //
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    #story #happiness #daytime #sun #light #hope #dessert #education #poetry #life #family #alxita_june_twenty #alxita_stories #ceesreposts #pod #mirakee

    Jun. 20, 2020, 10:17 AM (GMT+8)

    Here it is! The first chapter! Because of all your wondrous support, it persuaded me to write the first chapter instantaneously! ��

    I will take it a bit slow for now, but the only thing I request is to follow along with the direction of the story!

    Also, every chapter will feature a poem! (Think of it like a musical, instead it is all written and poetry) The poem will also be released along with the chapter as a separate entity! Enjoy. ��

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    Story 4-1

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    *Friday Aurora*
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    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    (Story by alxita)

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    *PROLOGUE*

    The girl, who used to live in Milford County in the city of Sobrivia, moved to Emerald Valley along with her family. The picturesque sceneries are what makes Emerald Valley so unique and out of the movie scenes. With their wagons set along with the horses that were domesticated and raised with love and care, the family set off for 3 days of travel to their destination.

    "Honey, this is just an absolutely beautiful place, don't you think?", George said to his wife.
    "Dear, it was just the right place to move to!", said Katherine.

    The flowers mellifluously danced along the zephyrs and zephyrs of the skies that sent the meadows into waves of its own movements. Stalwart scintillations of the Sun radiated the place. 20 degrees Celsius enveloped the place regularly. It was a Thursday, on June 14, 1877, at 12 noon.

    And a girl in simple long-sleeved shirt, long skirt, and in braids, meeted the living room, bubbly and bursting forth with joy. Her older brother, Jefferson, was still asleep after the fairly long journey they've been through with little rest.

    And the parents have actually decided for their little daughter to go to EVES (Emerald Valley Elementary School), to start her first grade education and may continue on for a couple of years there. The day goes on, as they rest. Nothing could go wrong, in the meantime, at least..

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    #life #story #landscape #beauty #oldtimes #day #alxita_stories #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #prologue #mirakee

    Jun. 19, 2020, 10:49 AM (GMT+8)

    This is a developing story! I will post the continuation every day, so stay tuned if you ever look forward into it!! (Chapter 1-5 is released now if you've started here! A long way of reading ehh?? ❤)


    This is my first time doing a very long story divided in chapters, so improvements and suggestions are very much welcome here. All names of places and characters are fictional btw. ��

    Title format : Story (Story number)-(Chapter number)
    Example : Story 4-P (Meaning Story 4's prologue)

    This scheme will be applied among older stories I've made, and all of these are organized in a tag right here: #alxita_stories

    Have a good day! ��

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    Story 4-P

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    *Prologue*
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