Random Write-y Stuff By Echo♡♡

Place where I'll write random pieces and pray they aren't too cringy. Probably crappy poetry, short stories, and random narration. If you take any time to read these then what is wrong with you? Why would you want to read my awful writing? Anyways, have a nice day and take care of yourself~ ♡♡♡ 
== Dream Flame- December 23, 2019 ==
(I actually got inspired by a dream I had last night lol. I was giving a speech-type thing like I was a hero or something) (Tbh it looks like a speech that would be put in Saint Seiya about cosmos lol) 
Don't you feel it? Deep cold winter that runs around us? It fills us with a burning sensation, a burning desire to help others. It burns in our bones until the snow around you melts away, and we can be free. I've been told I was one of the few to love the harsh chill, as my blood was too hot. I am a hot-blooded, passionate person, I'll have you know. 
I can feel my burning passion, telling me to continue on and fight whatever harms others. I want to help, even if it hurts to feel the over-baring heat. It's only kindness that can start this, right? 
To make a change we start with kindness and build up, right? 
To help others and become passionate, there is always a starting point. The flame in my heart, I believe, will help me overcome obstacles, but I can't do any of this alone. Trust me, I tried. 
Why not come with me and have our flames banish darkness together? 
A passionate group of flames is better than a single flame, of course. 
(Ehhhh, cringe but part of me likes it) 
== Shattered Weeper - December 27, 2019 ==
(Inspired by the video Harp Metal on Youtube) 
Blindness, seeking for something. Silent, wishing to be heard. There is always waiting before all danger breaks free. Someone listen to his cries, or there will be nothing. Running faster, he is no master. Fighting is useless if it's for nothing. Silently weeping over a dead flower and a new prayer not yet heard, his heart shatters. What is use for fighting, and all that destruction-creating? Fire burns all fate. And yet he carries on, with nothing more than hope. Maybe he'll find some reason for his own life. Drink down your grief, churn it into passion. Hatred will work once but then it'll scald you. Category:Content (Echo)
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