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Title1: Ashes Of Memories
Title2: Stay Alive
Artist: Giovanni Puocci

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[EpicMusicWorld_Official]

Greetings from the vacation to you all. Miss you all already <3. Your Kai :)

[tnfplayz]

The child looks up at the woman, her wings shielding him from the storm and wolves.


"Whats your name!"
The child ask excitedly.
"I don't remember."
The woman replies
"But you should have a name! I have a name!"
"I know I have one, I just cant remember."
The boy looks up at the woman again, then looks down and fashions wings and a halo made of sticks.
"Look I'm an angel just like you!"
"I bet you are."
Yells are heard off in the forest calling for the boy.
"That must be mom and dad! I have to go back to them!"
"Don't worry they will come."
The shouts get louder and louder.
"Were you born an angel?"
The kid asks with a curious expression.
"No, not always, I was once human like you..."
The woman is taken by a feeling of sadness at her lost life, but she keeps a happy face for the boy.
"So I can become an angel!"
"I hope you wont have to, its not as it seems..."


The woman becomes even more sad, he expression falters for mere moments. The shouts are now just outside the clearing, hearing them, the wolves run. The boy's parents run out of the clearing as the angel pulls back her wings and the boy runs to hug them. The mother and father hug the child, now noticing the angel the father looks up.


He sees the face of his first born child, his daughter, staring back at him. She gives a smile as the mother looks up as well, both stunned expressions on there faces. The angel vanishes in a shimmer of light, one sentence uttering out from seemingly the sky itself.


"I'm sorry I had little time with you..."

[kelvinmarkomondi]

“I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.”

[Xerrzfr]

Imagine seeing a real angel when ur little but you just can't remember it

[rockettaco]

I think we as humans have forgotten that we’re all one and the same.. We’re here to protect and guide each other...

[Rabidsandwich]

He stared at the angel shielding him from the snow. Protecting him from the fear of the wolves prowling around them. Light shimmered from her halo as if mesmerizing eyes. He reached up. She knelt to let him touch it.
"Do you like the light?"
"It's pretty."
Cheeks flushing, he stared at the snow. Her smile was too beautiful.
"I made these for you."
Little wooden wings and halo attached to a stick.
"They feel like the toys I have at home."
"I hoped they would."
She helped him tie the wings to his back. A prefect fit, neither heavy or flimsy. He put his hand behind his back to don the halo over his head and ran circles around her. She spun to watch him, laughter dancing with the gentle white flakes.
"I'm flying! Flying like you!"
"I'm glad they work so well."
A wolf was close. He brushed his hand against its damp fur. Coldness unable to weigh it down as it eyed something past him. He saw only his tiny imprints in the snow.
"Say, would you like something warm to eat?"
"Can I? I don't...remember what I had this morning."
"What's your favorite?"
"Oh! It's...Something my mom makes for me. It's got chocolate."
She knelt and placed a calm touch upon his head.
"You can have all the chocolate you'd like."
"Marshmallows!"
"As far as you can see."
"I need to tell mom and dad! Wanna come with me?"
Her smile, like dawn linking the fresh dew into a luminous field.
"Where are you?"
"That's mom! I bet dad's with her!"
He ran towards her voice, but the wolves stood taller. Honed onto the human sound.
"Go away! They're my mom and dad! Not yours!"
He packed a snowball and flung it, but his arms were small. The orb flew short. Ignored. The beasts stared past him as if sentinels of a lonely place.
"I found tracks! This way!"
He turned towards the angel, who kept her wings propped up as a canopy.
"Mom and dad brought friends. They'll get to meet you."
Her eyes wavered as she knelt. A cry pierced through the trees, carrying a single word. He watched as men with thick clothing and rifles walked into the clearing. The wolves fled.
"Mom! Dad!"
Racing through snow, tripping on roots and rocks, but always rising. Straight at them as they ran towards him. Arms reach, he jumped. Fell into a cold pile. They kept going, until collapsing around something.
"Mom? Dad?"
They hugged something between them. He walked over and peered at them clutching a boy. Blue faced, with thin trails of ice stemming from his eyes. A wooden knight was lodged in his hands. The one his father carved for him. A bruised dent with blood spattered marred his forehead. His foot tangled in metal jaws. A jutting rock coated red.
"I'm right here! Mommy! Daddy! Look! I have wings! Watch me fly!"
He ran around them, but they kept staring at the other boy. Tears raining down upon him. Wailing in no speech. He fell to his knees, gripped their sleeves.
"Please! Please! I'm here! You found me...I love you."
Kindness caressed his cheek. So warm, like when his parents used to cuddle up with him in their family blanket. Watching movies and eating celery with peanut butter. Setting him to rest in bed with his favorite stuffed dinosaur.
"They will always love and cherish you."
"Do I have to go with you now?"
She scooped him up and cradled him. He felt weightless, as if floating like a snowflake that refused to give up its place in the sky. He shrugged off his wooden wings and halo. Dropped them next to his parents.
"They need them more than I do. I have you to help me fly."
"That's right. And it's time I get you home."
Wings flapping that never disturbed a single piece of snow. The world lifting away. His father staring in confusion upon picking up little wooden wings with a matching halo. Both parents shrinking from sight. Brilliance, white and crystalline and everywhere, enveloping.

[jazwill]

A human child
So new and so pure
So blissfully ignorant and naïve
So full of love and dreams
An abundance of kindness and care
Only to join the angels in their flight too soon...
~ RIP to all children with such a short tale ~

[zebadiahperry]

Does anyone notice how the angel has her wings around the kid like a shield. It is literally an angel protecting a kid from the wolves. Did you ever have an experience like this? I know I have, every night.

[penguin.tempur]

Boy: "Look mom! I have a wing! And this circle thing too!"

Mom : "Yes, good boy~ play time is over! let's go home, shall we?"
*she is gently take his hand.

Boy : "Yes, daddy would be worry if we play too long."

They both fly to the sky. The boy innocently watching his mom.

Boy : "mom, since when you can fly?"

The angel is silently watch those pure eyes and she giving him a hug. With warm smile.

They leave the boy's cold body behind.

[MrTreazzyofficial]

Winter. The first snow fell on the streets of the city just after dawn. The little boy was enjoying the weather, the snow slowly falling from the sky, like a gift from the gods, sent to make all people happy on this foggy fresh cool morning. With a childish, primal joy, he caught snowflakes with his face one after another. When he finally got out of breath, running this way and that, he simply stood still, closed his eyes and stood with his mouth open, just enjoying every snowflake that fell on his face. Isn't this the moment people have been waiting for all year? And he stood like that for a while without any thoughts in his head, until the snow suddenly stopped falling on his tiny face. The boy was still insatiably waiting for the snow and stood with his eyes closed, as if this moment would never be enough for him. But he didn’t understand everything: where did the snow that always falls on me disappear? He still had to open his eyes, but when he opened them, he saw only some huge feathers above his head. He looked down and was suddenly blinded by a light that prevented him from seeing at least something. He immediately narrowed his eyes and covered his eyes with his hand, but then the light began to subside and then, as if after a magic trick, a slender figure in a fluttering cloak appeared in front of him. He looked up: it was a young girl with a hood on her head and elegant armor on her body. Her beauty was indescribable, indescribable in human language. It was an unearthly beauty. And above her head floated in the air a large, as graceful halo as everything else in her appearance. I immediately knew that it was he who blinded me when I looked at him. This girl was looking at me, bending a little, with her universal eyes and smiling sweetly at me. I looked at her fascinated for some time and only later noticed that a certain dome around me was made of feathers, these were her huge powerful wings. Such a beautiful view cannot be captured in any picture, I thought.
"Hi, " she said in her soft and smooth voice. I smiled back at her.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm walking, " I replied curtly.
"Yes? Where are your parents?"
"They're at home. I can walk home by myself!" I declared, trying to show her how grown up I am. She smiled back at me lightly. I immediately found her to be very kind. After all, nothing is as strong as her bright smile.
"That's good. What's your name?"
"My name is Misha. And who are you?"
"Me? I'm the guardian of heaven. You don't need to know my name, my boy."
"Guardian of heaven? So you are an angel? These are the ones we are told about in fairy tales! Why are you here?"
"You're a smart boy. I'm here so you can get home soon."
"But I don't want to go home!"
"And what do you want?"
"I want to be a Guardian of Heaven! An angel just like you!"
She smiled cheerfully in response.
"You are a brave and happy boy. Why would you want to be us? You are already an angel that radiates light on all people around. Courage and happiness is all you need in order to be an angel."
I was silent not knowing what to answer.
"There is a lot of love in you. You should share it with everyone you love and who are dear to you. I just want you to always believe in a miracle, my boy. Believe that everything will work out for you, because it will be so. After all "I will always be by your side. Be brave, go home and tell your mother how much you love her. Give happiness to your closest people, this is your destiny. Go, my boy, I am always with you."
She slowly flapped her gigantic wings and in doing so kicked up a huge amount of snow around her. The snow rose into the air and enveloped her more and more. The light of her halo again illuminated her all from head to toe. The snow swirled like a whirlwind around a luminous something, it gradually rose from the ground higher and higher. And then it stopped in the air and the light gradually began to fade. I suddenly realized that she was leaving and I would not see her again, I immediately began to run into this world in order to hug him and fly with him to the far, far skies. I ran with all my might despite the whirlwind around, somehow covering my face with my hands. And now it is already almost in my arms, I jumped after the light, but the light immediately fell silent and disappeared in a whirlwind of snow, and I was already falling into the snow at the place where the most good-natured creature that I saw in my life once was. life. I fell on my face into the snowdrift that had formed, and the snow gradually reduced its speed in the air and fell right on top of me, covering me with a crispy blanket of the first winter snow.

Translated by google. Hope you enjoy. With love from Russia.

[TheSilentSlug]

Angel: hello little one; what are you doing here.
Kid: I was lost and cold then I fell asleep when I woke there you were.
Angel: it isn't safe here for one so small.
Kid: are you an angel?
Angel: yes little one as are you.
Kid: really!? Why doesn't my wings look like yours.
Angel: well you see an angel's wings grows with the love they receive and for the love they give.
Kid: oh; do my small wings mean I'm not loved.
Angel: you are still very young so they haven't had a chance to grow.
(The child smiles)
Angel: now come little one there's no love to be found in this cold place.
Kid: where are we going?
Angel: to a place where there is more love than you ever thought possible.
(The angel picks up the child and in a blink they are gone)

[DJtheForbidden]

I didn't want to come here to read comments and shed tears.

Yet, here I am. Y'all are amazing writers!

[irawri]

"The one who has always protected me from harm.
The one who has always shielded me from evil.
The one who has always loved me for who I am.
The one who has always held me safely.

I thank you,
and one day I will follow your footsteps.
I'll look up to the sky,
and say
"Am I doing this right?"

Because those wings that hovered above me
are no longer there.
I know you are SOMEWHERE,
watching over me,
but I can no longer see you.

Why is it that on days like these,
that I think back to the days
where you were in them.

Now I stand alone in this cold world,
but I will be the light.
I'll be the light in the dark,
because that was what you were
to me."




sorry. I just looked at the screen for a few seconds, and this just came out. I imagines a whole story lol.

[onlyghost]

I remember a time with him, my precious son. It was his first time seeing snow. As we walked through the white forest we heard rustling. It was a white wolf coming from the bushes. We could only stare at its beauty before it went off in its own direction. My son told me he liked wolves. Hah... I... I wish I could go back in time. I knew what he was turning into. I did everything I could to stop this, to save him but nothing worked. Even though, I still love him as my son and will always. I wish that I could just see my little fallen angel once more...

[vivian_is_confusedlvl.]

Everyone here is making a story for the picture while I’m over here looking at the wolves in the background. They look so amazing...







Edit: This was supposed to be a joke...

[udozyoo]

Boy: “Look mommy, I have wings just like you!”

Mother: *Giggles softly* “you’ve always been my angel, but your wings are not yet ready to spread my child.”

[andybraginsky]

"I remember once when there was so many of us . . but now I am the last. There are no more angels in this world. Like ice we shattered and splintered into a thousand pieces until there was nothing left of us but a single shard, a memory to remember us by of a long lost past."

The little boy with wings and halo made of sticks looked up at her in wonder.


"But miss, how could something so beautiful cease to last?"


"Because the most beautiful things are the ones taken first."

[breyalforque]

I dunno why but the picture really hits me hard so much that I can stare at it for a week

[duhitzbiaa]

A child was separated from his parents. Its getting dark and the snow falling starts getting heavier. The child is confused, not knowing which direction to go. He hears his parents calling his name but cant see them. Suddenly, someone touches his shoulder.

Angel; Hi
Boy; hello!- he replied cheerfully. The angel glances down at him and a little smile formed on her face.

Angel; what’s your name? - she asks.
Boy; my names Jacob. Whats yours? - he responded
Angel; i dont have a name.
Jacob; what do you mean you dont have a name?- he questioned
Angel; once you become a guardian angel you loose it. I don’t remember my name, but others make one up for me. - she responded
Jacob looked confused.
“What name do they give you?” He asked. The angel looked down, sadly.
“Some call me the angel of death, while others call me angel of another life. The boys face changed to one of sadness.
“Does that mean I died?” He questioned. The angel nodded. Suddenly, the boy heard his name being called again.
“I cant be dead, i still hear my family.” The boy turns around and notices hos own body covered in snow, with his parents crying around him. The boy stills himself. He tried to call out to his family, but they never answered him.

“Hey.. come on Jacob. It’s time to go. “ the angel rubbed his head.

“Am i an angel too?” He asked.

“Of course.” She responded.

“Will i see them again?” Jacob asks, pointing to his parents.

“One day.” Was the response he received. Jacob looked at her with doe eyes.

“Okay. Let’s go Elizabeth!” He smiled.

“Elizabeth?” She questioned.

“Everyone needs a name.” Jacob replied back. Elizabeth smiled.

“Dont you want to wait a bit longer before you go? To just be with them a little longer?” Elizabeth asked, yearn laced her voice.

“Its okay, i know they love me. And besides, you said I’d see them again soon! So i can spend as much time with them when that happens.” Jacob beamed.

“That you can.” Elizabeth laughed as she picked Jacob up. Jacobs parents glanced up and saw them both. Jacob and someone of elegance. They recognized her as the angel who came with the news of their child. Jacobs mother sobbed more, but this time the feeling of dread released off her shoulders. They smiled as they witnessed the two angels disappear before their eyes.

“Thank you, Elizabeth.” The mother whispered as she held her sons dead body closer to her chest

[MrTreazzyofficial]

Зима. Первый снег выпал на улицах города сразу после рассвета. Маленький мальчик наслаждался погодой, снегом, медленно падающем с неба, будто подарком от богов, посланным для того, чтобы все люди были счатливы в это туманное свежее прохладное утро. Он с детсткой, первобытной радостью ловил снежинки своим лицом одну за другой. Когда он наконец запыхался, бегая то в одну, то в другую сторону, он просто встал на месте, закрыл глаза и с открытым ртом стоял, просто наслаждаясь каждой упавшей снежинкой на его лице. Разве не этого момента люди ждали весь год? И он стоял так какое-то время без каких-либо мыслей в голове, пока снег вдруг не перестал падать на его крохотное лицо. Мальчик все еще ненасытно ждал снега и стоял с закрытыми глазами, будто ему всегда будет мало этого момента. Но он все не понимал: куда пропал всегда падающий на меня снег? Ему все же пришлось открыть глаза, но когда он их открыл, он увидел только какие-то огромные перья над его головой. Он опутил взгляд ниже и его вдруг ослепил свет, не давший увидеть хоть что-то. Он сразу прищурился и закрыл глаза рукой, но вот свет начинает утихать и тут, как после волшебного фокуса, перед ним оказалась стройная фигура в развевающемся плаще. Он поднял глаза выше: это была молодая девушка с капюшоном на голове и изящными доспехами на теле. Ее красота была неописуема, неописуема человеческим языком. Это была внеземная красота. А над головой у нее плавал в воздухе большой, такой же изящный нимб, как и все остальное в ее внешности. Я сразу понял, что именно он ослепил меня, когда я посмотрел на него. Эта девушка смотрела на меня, немного наклонившись, своими вселенскими глазами и мило улыбалась мне. Я завороженно смотрел на нее какое-то время и только позже заметил, что некий купол вокруг меня из перьев, это были ее огромные могучие крылья. Такой красивый вид ни на какой картине не запечатлишь, думал я.
"Привет", - сказала она своим мягким и плавным голосом. Я улыбнулся ей в ответ.
"Что ты тут делаешь?"
"Гуляю", - коротко ответил я.
"Да? А где твои родители?"
"Они дома. Я умею сам ходить домой!", - заявил я, пытаясь показать ей, насколько я взрослый. Она легко улыбнулась мне в ответ. Мне она сразу показалась очень добродушной. Ведь ничто так сильно не располагает к себе, как ее светлая улыбка.
"Это хорошо. Как тебя зовут?"
"Меня Миша зовут. А вы кто?"
"Я? Я - хранитель небес. Тебе совсем необязательно знать мое имя, мой мальчик."
"Хранитель небес? Значит вы ангел? Это ведь те, про которых нам в сказках говорят! Зачем вы здесь?"
"Ты сообразительный мальчик. Я здесь для того, чтобы ты скорее вернулся домой."
"Но я не хочу домой!"
"А чего ты хочешь?"
"Хочу быть Хранителем небес! Ангелом, как и вы!"
Она весело усмехнулась в ответ.
"Ты смелый и счастливый мальчик. Зачем тебе быть нами? Ты и так ангел, что излучает свет на всех людей вокруг. Смелость и счастье это все, что тебе нужно для того, чтобы быть ангелом."
Я молчал не зная, что ответить.
"В тебе много любви. Ты должен ею делиться со всеми кого ты любишь и кто тебе дорог. Я всего лишь хочу, чтобы ты всегда верил в чудо, мой мальчик. Верь, что все у тебя получится, ведь так оно и будет. Ведь я всегда буду рядом с тобой. Будь смелым, иди домой и скажи маме, как сильно ты ее любишь. Дари счастье своим самым близким людям, такого твое предназначение. Ступай, мой мальчик, я всегда с тобой."
Она медленно взмахнула своими гигантскими крыльями и тем самым подняла огромное количество снега вокруг себя. Снег поднимался в воздух и окутывал ее все больше и больше. Свет ее нимба опять засвечивал ее всю с головы до ног. Снег вихрем вертелся вокруг светящегося нечто, оно постепенно поднималось от земли все выше. И тут оно остановилось в воздухе и свет постепенно начал угасать. Я вдруг осознав, что она уходит и я ее больше не увижу, тут же начал бежать на этот свет дабы обнять его и улететь вместе с ним в далекие-далекие небеса. Я бежал со всей силы несмотря на вихрь вокруг, кое-как закрывая лицо руками. И вот оно уже почти в моих обьятиях, я прыгнул вслед за светом, но свет тут же смолк и исчез в вихре снега, а я уже падал в снег на то место, где когда-то находилось самое добродушное создание, которое я видел в своей жизни. Я упал лицом в образовавшийся сугроб и снег постепенно снижал свою скорость в воздухе и падал прямо на меня сверху, застилая меня хрустящим одеялом первого зимнего снега.