HiddenI always look forward to a rainy day. Any chance of rain lets me know I can see you again. I watch for the distant clouds. I listen for rolling thunder. I smile as the first tip-tap dances on my window. I gather my coat, hat, and umbrella as I head out the door.
I stop at a flower shop, picking those lilies you always gave me. You said they looked beautiful in my hair. Of course you always followed with a kiss and told me not as beautiful as you. I blushed every time.
Everyone rushes home, trying to stay dry. I hold the flowers close to me, protecting them from the rain. I continue on ahead, with one goal in mind.
I pass that restaurant; you know the one, with the pizza bread. Its across the post office where you and I met. Remember, I was coming out with a large package and you were entering with one. Well, laws of attraction and all, we ended up bumping into each other.
You bought me dinner across the street as an apology. We talked for hours: school, relationships,
His WorthThe young girl grasped her sword. Her breathing became shallow, unsteady. She tried to lift herself from the floor. Every attempt ended in failure. As she glanced up, peering through her fallen hair, she saw a pair of heels advancing toward her. She tried to crawl away, but these heels were faster, the owner still possessing full strength. The heels made contact with her beaten side, forcing her body back across the ornate floor. She coughed, gasping for lost air.
The owner of the heels stared down at the beaten girl. Tell me Little Bird, what do you hope to achieve? She walked at leisure towards a limp body. To think that Dragon Boy couldnt handle me. She leaned down with grace, hair cascading over her shoulders. She grabbed him by the collar and lifted him with ease. He would have made a fine knight for me. She looked him over, measuring his worth. Perhaps even king. She scoffed. King? And rule over me? Four wings erup
FragmentsMy fingers continued to grasp the fragments of my heart, each sharp piece pierced and cut into my delicate skin. I reached for my faithful sword. Only the hilt and a shard remained. The blade torn away as it tried to defend me.
My body hurts and I could barely move. Pain seared through my chest, left open as my life force was being torn apart by his remaining spirit. These shackles dig into my wrists. The chains may be broken, but the iron clad remained.
I could not lock the door to my being, my heart. I only had the strength to close it.
I glanced up, hearing footsteps. I could only see his feet. He leaned down, grabbing the broken chains. He lifted my mangled body. Shards still clung to my finger. My hilt fell to the ground. My dying eyes barely distinguished a face.
He whispered gently, lips touching to my ears. Such sweet and pretty words. He then kissed my cheek. My eyes could not stay open and I passed on...
MissingI was asleep when they called. Nothing's been the same since. I failed a class, dropped a pay grade, and almost ended up in a wheelchair, among other things. Sounds rather far fetched, but stranger things are bound to happen. I can feel it.
I stopped by the local gas station to pick up milk. Today, I actually felt rather lucky, even considering yesterday. I had stepped in, not only gum, but some sort of animal feces twice.
The clerk had that look on his face. You know the one. The spaced out, multiple bags under the eyes, not even sure what day was it look. I asked for a random scratch off. He handed me a Miss Fortune $1 scratch win up to $500,000!
As I forked over my measly cash, guess what showed up? Yep, an idiot with a gun. He told me to get on the floor. I reluctantly did.
The clerk handed him what was in the register, which at this hour, wasnt much. He swiped the scratch off and smiled.
I stupidly let out a moan of despair as he scratched it.
Got a pr
Falling OutMy last relationship ended in a movie theater during The Dark Knight. Yeah, there was Christian Bale grunting at Heath Ledger, trying to get information about his girls whereabouts. I leaned over and told him it was over.
He continued to look at the screen, shoving popcorn in his face. What, babe? He whispered.
Babe, no its not. Batman will get them both.
I rolled my eyes and just left. He only called me once the next day. Guess he really didnt care for it either.
The one before that, oh boy, ended at my sisters wedding reception. Yeah, smooth move on my part. I dropped a champagne glass after he said something stupid to me. I stormed out and he followed me. I was a bit drunk, so I punched him. He was about to jump me, when my sisters new husband, Derrick, jumped him. He ended up getting a black eye to take along with him on his honeymoon. My sister wasnt too happy about the whole ordeal and hasn
untitledat the end of the dream
sand fades into sunset
feet buried in time
confides to the end
to which we belong
Bloody Dagger - part 3He slowly walked away, leaving Megumi in the hands of the Hostess. He fully believed in his heart that the Hostess would do the right thing. If not, she would have to answer to Him.
The storm was crawling towards the field. She could hear the thunder. She glanced over at Megumi. It had to end here. It had to. She felt for the dagger near her feet. She grabbed it and crawled towards Megumi. She moved slowly on her hands and knees, nearing Megumis body. When she reached her, she sat and watched Megumi. She watched her chest rise and fall. Every second she breathed in life.
The Hostess clutched the dagger tight and raised it above Megumis heart. This has to be done. This has to be done. This has to be done. She kept telling herself over and over again. She looked at Megumis face. It was so similar, yet so different from hers. It was like she was killing herself. She froze. Her hands shook. Warm tears streamed down her round cheeks. She used every ounce of strength to bri
Bloody Dagger - part 2A figure entered the room. He stopped and saw the body. Sadness, rage and love painted his face. I knelt down gently. He caressed her cold cheek. He looked around for answers, as he tried to be strong and hold back his tears. He looked at her once again. A single tear fell in her wound. He was about to pick her up when he spotted something glistening in the corner of his eye. It was the jeweled dagger; a gift for his spoiled compatriot. He touched the dagger, still warm from the wound. He sheathed it, knowing he would need it. He carefully picked the young girl up and walked toward her murderer.
The Hostess was blinded by tears. She stumbled over her own feet. She regretted what she did. She hated herself for what she did. In the end, it would all be worth it. She had to let go of her fantasy world and embrace the reality before her.
She could hear a storm coming. Looking ahead, she saw a grand sakura tree. She walked close to it. She pressed her hands and face to the trunk. She confes
Bloody Dagger - part 1She walked into the cold, empty room. She knew this was the time, it could no longer be put aside. Hikari, Yami, Megumi, I need to speak with you.
Hikari was the first to appear. She wore a simple white hooded robe. She smiled as she pulled the hood down, revealing her gentle face. Good evening, she said.
Next was Yami, she wore a black hooded robe similar to Hikaris. Yami did not pull her hood down; instead she peered through the shadows. What is it now, was her response.
Lastly, Megumi appeared in a draped, white gown. The dress of a certain moon princess the Hostess was so fond of. Megumi appeared disgruntled, Why am I wearing this?
The Hostess greeted everyone. She had a look of pain as she looked at her guests. She had known them for years. They were friends, family, a part of her heart, a part of her soul. Yami, Hikari, could you excuse us for a bit. I need to talk to Megumi privately, before I speak to everyone. Y