MoveShe shook her hips, lifted her feet to the beat, and swung her head to the lyrics. The music moved her, ravished her body to every note.
Her heart beat synced with the rhythm, feeling every low and every high.
Dessert"No, you can't have any ice cream." A mother told her son.
"But why," the son asked.
"Because, it will give you nightmares."
"How? My stomach is here." The son pointed to it. "And my dreams my dreams Mom?"
"Where do dreams come from?"
"Hmm," the mother thought about the deep, yet innocent question. "Everywhere and anywhere."
"Everywhere and Ennywhere?" The son repeated.
"Yep, everywhere and anywhere."
"Can I still have ice cream?"
The mother smiled. "If you eat all your veggies."
The son groaned, but agreed.
Sisterly LoveI found a letter in my locker. It was a simple envelope, no name, only a letter inside. I thought that maybe it was a flyer for an event.
No. It was an invitation of sorts. "Meet me at the gym after school." Why would I? No offense, but I don't even know who you are.
"Mako-chan!" Sakura yelled across the hallway.
I waved as she headed off with her teammates from volleyball. That's when I stopped her.
"Yeah?" She turned.
I handed her the envelope.
"Eh? That looks like a love letter."
She smiled. "You got an admirer."
"Why not? Come on, you can wait for him while we're at practice."
Reluctantly I sat in the bleachers watching Sakura and the volleyball team practice. Not once did I see anyone look for me.
At the end of practice, I was frustrated.
"So, who's the lucky guy?" Sakura asked.
"No one," I said shaking my head.
Mako-chan waved to the team as they departed.
"Actually," she said, blushing. "You're looking at her."
If What He Said Was TrueI heard the color of shoe. It sang so unsightly like cranberries on the mountain pool, deep within the pancreas of John's ottoman. The birds kissed the rhythm that my car could not phantom of the opera.
The song drove all the while in the fields of the doves. They sprang down to inner toilet, thrust deep into the clock, wasting what little change I had left.
Pocket lint, I rang.
Lint pocket, he flew.
Yes, truly it was sublime.
What did I do wrong?
You said you were coming back.
That I was a good boy.
Why haven't you come back?
I hear footsteps all the time.
But it's not you.
I hear cars all the time.
But it's never you.
I can see people coming and going all the time.
But it still isn't you.
Where are you master?
You said I was good dog.
Why haven't you come back?
DressI want to wear a dress. But my friends would laugh. I don't know how long I've wanted to wear a dress, but as I grew older the feeling became more intense.
"I want to wear a dress." I told my sister one day.
She looked at me funny. "Why?" She said. "You're a boy."
That's right. I'm a boy.
Watching YouShe always comes in around this time. Notebooks in one arm, laptop slung on the other. She always takes the booth in the corner, but even though its not my assigned station, I always serve that table.
I doubt she notices me, but I don't mind. I know how hard she works, between freelancing and her novel. I admire her. She's doing what she wants. I wish I could find something that I'm passionate about.
Until then, I'll be here on the sidelines, serving you extra bread sticks and making sure your water glass is always full.
MaidenI can never leave this island. That's what they told me on my eighth birthday. Happy Birthday, they said. Then, you can never leave this island, Guardian Maiden. Their exact words. How was I supposed to take all that in?
I didn't bother opening my presents.
I stayed in my room all day.
What was I supposed to do?
Eight years later, sixteen years old. I watch the ferry come and go. Days like this, I skip school. What's the point, I often thought. I'm stuck here, for the rest of my life. That was, until I met him.
He came off the ferry, lost like most newcomers to the island. He could have talked to anyone at the port, but instead, found me.
"What are you doing up there?" I heard him say.
I was in a tree, leisurely watching the ferry. "Nothing, do you need something?" I glanced down.
He was looking up at me, grinning from ear to ear. "Looks like fun." That's when he started to climb up the tree until he reached my limb. "OOOh!" He exclaimed. "That's a nice view!"
Least to say, I was annoy
The Gentleman and the LadyShe arose from a deep slumber. She sat up, hearing a gentle tap at her chamber doors.
"Who's there?" A soft whisper fluttered across the grand room.
The knock came yet again. She slid out of bed, the candle light quivering from her movements. In silence, bare footsteps floated across the bedroom, her nightgown hovering and gliding behind her.
"Who's there?" She uttered again, hoping for any sort of answer.
Another knock came as the only reply. Her hand shook as she placed her frail fingers on the cool door knob. Nervously, she opened the luxurious door.
A gentleman stood at the entrance. He removed his hat as she bowed to the shivering woman. He held out his hand, beckoning the frightened lady.
One glance at the man's gentle, auburn eyes and her troubles dispelled to the ground. Just one fleeting look and she knew he had no intention to harm her, but in fact, take great care of her.
Upon taking his hand, which was surprisingly warm, all fears within her quelled, fleeting into the ether