4 am(phone ringing)
Man: (muffled tone) hello?
Man: (takes a breath) Do you know what time it is?
Woman: Sorry, didn't know who else to call.
Woman: Well what?
Man: What do you need?
Woman: N-n-nothing, just wanted to talk.
Man: (sighs) Are you drunk?
Woman: For once, no. (nervous chuckle)
Woman: I dunno.
(Horn honk is heard)
Man: What was that? Where are you?
Woman: Top of the world.
Woman: I can see everything from up here.
Man: Sure you're ok?
Woman: Never better.
Man: Then go back to bed. Some of us work.
Woman: Yeah, maybe.
Man: Good night.
Woman: More like goodbye.
Woman: I'm going.
Woman: Not too sure
Man: To bed, maybe?
Woman: No out there. I just have to take a step.
Man: A step? No, you're not ?
Woman: Bye, Derek
(sounds of air rushing, car horns, traffic then nothing)
Man: (breathes heavy)
One Thing"Excuse me for not be a great cook," she said playfully, walking towards the small sink. "Isn't like you ever did anything..." she glanced over at the giggling baby and smiled. "Well, there is one thing," she said.
He kissed the baby's forehead and smiled. He went towards the sink. "And one other thing," he placed his arms around her shoulders. "Loving you."
She blushed, "well I never knew you to be sentimental..."
Hidden LightHe looked to the appearing night sky. The moonlight embraced his hidden fears, allowing him a few, fleeting moments of peace. She looked to the stars. Her fingers traced the dim lights, remembering all that was left behind. In the rising dawn, will their eyes meet? Or will they miss yet another chance to soothe their sorrows?
Unspoken NameThere was a large group around me. We were standing on a street that looked like Perrin Beitel. We enlisted for the army and received our coats. Mine was white and bulky.
I crossed the street to our quarters. It was strangely settled near a highway. As I was crossing, I saw a white car. It saw me and sped up. I managed to cross without being hit.
I entered the building. Tables were decorated with glassware and dishes, ready to be eaten on. I walked around the building with my jacket, taking it all in.
I went into the bathroom and found girls in there. Someone rolled in a shopping cart full of bottles. The girls scrambled, trying to get everything they could. I was left with scraps and half empty bottles. I squeezed a few, testing a few. I heard a soft melody from a violin and noticed a boy watching from the doorway. I took a few bottles to my room.
There were many things on my bed. I sat on the floor, rummaging through my bottles of lotions. A boy flopped himself onto my bed. He looked
Cat's EyeTheres this cat in my neighborhood. He likes to sit in flowerbeds and watches the world go by, no care at all in his eyes. Im not a cat person. I much prefer dogs. They are far more affectionate and protective than a cat. My sister is allergic to dogs, so we can never have one. Every time I see that cat, I want to give him a good spray with the hose or a punt.
One day after school I find that cat sleeping in my moms rose bushes. No idea how anyone, let alone a cat, can get comfortable within a thorny bush. I squat down near the bush and stare at it. Its eyes lazily open, and just glance at me saying, Sleeping, go away.
Hey cat, I say. Thats not your bed. Get going.
He just turns around, swats his tail a few times, and goes back to sleep.
I shake my head. If youre still here in five minutes, Im getting the hose. Sure enough, he is gone when I check again.
That weekend I have to baby-sit the neighbo
EmbraceI stand on the edge of reality and sanity. Looking down, I could see the waters shimmer, waving. The moon smiles down, making the waters welcoming, inviting. The wind urges me forward, whispering, advising.
A chain gathers and coils around my being, my heart. Memories form links, growing long and heavy. My movements constricted, the past weighs heavy. Its chilled body cold against my warm skin. I shiver, the winds whispers budding with the chain. I glance away for a moment, but the chain tightens around my neck.
I desperately try to take a step away. The chains rattle, releasing moans from pasts. Words that he uttered. Words that I cooed. Such sweet, kind, loving words. My body warms, listening to the words again, feeling his touch again. My hand tries to reach out. The chains stiffen, restricting my arm. The moan of sweet words die. Groans of words I said, the words of mistakes, the words of my goodbye linger.
The chains tug and pull, urging my body, not towards the world, but t
WrittenDraco: And thats the Archer, he always points north.
Megumi: How do you know so much about stars?
Draco: Hmm? I just do. (He smiles)
Draco: My parents. They traveled all over the place, used the stars as guides. Fortunes too sometimes.
Megumi: Astronomers and astrologers?
Draco: In a way, yeah.
Megumi: And what do the stars say about us? (She cuddles closer to him)
Draco: Er Ah (He looks all over the sky) Um many wonderful things
Megumi: You dont know, do you?
Draco: (He laughs nervously) My parents didnt teach me much. But
Draco: (He holds Megumi tight) Written in the stars or not, I already have you.
Megumi: (She smiles sheepishly)
Draco: Say, have I told you how I got my name?
Megumi: Not that I recall.
Draco: Imagine a crystal clear night, just the stars and the moon. The stillness of the night was broken by the sound of a woman screaming. My mother, rest her soul, was a strong woman. (He chuckles) But s
StaircaseI watched my parents marriage spiral out of control. There wasnt much at first; just late night arguments over this or that. They thought they were quiet, but I always heard every word. It spun further to sounds of thrown dishes, shattering glass, and holes in the walls. That was soon broken by silence. Thats when the sleepovers started happening. (I know better now, what that really meant.) It eventually ended in, of course, divorce. Much too late for that. Said they stayed together for me and my sister. Please, we were better off without that maddening spiral.
My sister managed herself quite nicely. Relationships off the ying yang; a new boyfriend every weekend. Thats what she called them any way. One night I woke to noises. Thought it was my parents, but each were out, sleeping over.
I went to the living room only to find my sister and the captain of the chess club. (Last week she was with the quarterback.) Learned sex ed really quick
Disre-caa-truMegumi was seated by the window, staring at the stars. She found a familiar constellation; the one Draco showed her back on Tier, the one he was named after. So the stars are the same no matter where you go, she thought. She noticed storm clouds in the horizon, slowly covering the stars. She shivered. Draco was here and now, once again, no more. Yes, it wasn't him, but the pain still lingered. Jason was under the façade. How many more faces will she see before defeating Tsunario? How much more blood will be shed, sprayed onto her hands?
Ryo knew speaking to Megumi wouldn't help. As much as he wanted to continue towards Amatra, facing her would do no good. He remembered all too well what happened the last time he forced her to move. She was under Peters spell, her memories locked away. His persistence only created more tears and locks in her memories, locking and pulling each one apart. Ultimately, it led to their separation, orchestrated by none other than Tsunario. He decid