Pie ChaseIt was a dark and stormy night and I really wanted some pie. But there was no pie in the fridge. I was not skilled at baking, so that was out of the question.
I put on my coat, my gloves, and scarf. I opened the door and greeted the winter chill.
Ice and snow was falling, but damn all to hell, I wanted that pie. I forced my way through the ice and fluff.
Dream JournalEntry #4732
Aug 13, 20XX
Where do dreams go? Where do they come from? What makes dreams? I had often wondered these questions and many more. But above all, I had pondered the possibility of visiting not only my dreams but that of another's. For years I have poured my mind into research and development of the DreamCatcher (a working title). So far the only results yielded are static and a few select colors, namely that of the primary and monochromatic scheme. Much more research is necessary. We are on the brink of sound. I can feel it. We just need more funding and more minds; a new perspective to help balance our current views. Perhaps they will see what we are missing, what it is that we lack. I grow old and have become weary of my time. What if I cannot beat the reaper's time? What of my research? Will my protégés, assistances, co-workers, continue these endeavors? I have tried to make haste, but there is only so much one person can do. Today we test another sync ratio; per
Escape and Braiding"What, what the hell are you doing?"
"Saving you, now let's go!"
"How did you even find me?"
"Largest airship in the skies. Also I saw where they hauled you off."
"But how! Tsunario would have killed you!"
"But she didn't. She's not as powerful as you make her out to be. She practically let me take you."
"Do you see me standing?"
"She's playing with you. What's her game?"
"Who cares, we're out of here."
"Well, we're on the run, what now?"
(Thunder, Megumi jumps)
"There should be an old church around here. We can take shelter there for tonight. Bahamut, you'll have to conceal yourself somewhere nearby."
"Any chance its close?"
"Scared of a little water?"
"No, just, weary of Tsuario's guards."
(Rain, church, etc)
"Whew, made it, here we can use these to dry off. (old church cloths, robes)
"Isn't that a bit sacrilege?"
"How so, not part of this church or anything. I have my own beliefs."
"Don't tell me you're afraid of thunder."
2 amMarissa's arm flailed out from under her covers. Her hand searched for the ringing noise, pushing aside tissues, a water glass, and a radio clock. Her hand grabbed the musical contraption, bringing it back under the warm sheets.
"H-hello," she said heavy with sleep.
"Marissa, you awake," wondered someone on the other end.
"Were you asleep? Sorry, didn't know who to call."
"What time," Marissa uttered, looking at the phone with blurry eyes, making out a 2 and am.
Candice continued on, "are you listening?"
"Sorry, say again."
She sighed. "Don't worry about it."
"Hey, you called me, now say again."
"Amanda left me."
Marissa sat up, covers falling off her body. She flipped on her bedside lamp and looked for her glasses. "What happened?"
"I'd like to know. I came home and there was a note."
"What a bitch " Marissa mumbled.
"Sorry, didn't mean to say that."
"Think you could "
"I'll be there in five minutes," she said putting on her jeans.
InsanityHe often compared us to insanity. I could see it: make up, break up, make up, break up. Always said we (meaning I) would do the same thing expecting different results, the definition of insanity apparently.
There was a wasp in the office. No one bothered with it, probably too scared to upset it. I watched it, from my desk, climb up and down the window. It was futile. At the top was a spider web. Every time it reached the top, it would get trapped. It would then try to fly away, to flail away from the sticky trap. The wasp would break free, crash land onto the sill, and try all over again.
Stupid bug, you're not going to get anywhere.