Hurts I got married my senior year of high school. We were in love, unable to separate ourselves from each other. We were the only ones in each other's world. Then one day, my love came home, looked at me and said, "I'm leaving, it's over." My world came crashing down. There was another love in my love's heart, no room left for me. How could this have happened? What did I do wrong? Was this my fault? Who was to blame for this? I was told to move out by the end of the week. How could the love of my life do this me?
Dinner With The Guys "So, who ya go to prom with?" Jamie has shown Steve picture from his wallet. "Was she a red head?" Jamie nodded. "Nice man, got to get me one of those." Steve pointed at Armando. "You need to get a girl." "Think I got my hands full with this one." Armando tickled his daughter. She shyly giggled among her father's friends. "Alright, guys," the waitress said. "Who had the bacon cheeseburger?" Jason raised his hand. "The Crepes?" "That be me," Steve said.
The Middle Shelia ate her veggie soup at lunch at lunch in the break room at the office in the middle of downtown in the middle of the afternoon between her morning hours and afternoon hours. Within the soup, within her broth, next to the noodles, among the vegetables and spices, a certain shape surfaced, staring back at her. Their eyes met, both stunned to silence, both unsure of their next moves, both either afraid or too proud to continue forward. "Hey there's a fly in your soup." A co-worker mumbled, not wanting to stir either consumer, not wanting to strike panic, not wanting to create even more terror. Shelia nodded. "Thank you." She sai
Move She 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.
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 he
Flames "What took so damn long, Baka?" Megumi smiled through exasperated breathes and stray tears, nearly breathless from a flood of memories. Ryo looked at the girl like he always did, a mixture of a half smile and a scowl on his rugged, tired face. "I could say the same thing about you, Runt." "Would someone please explain what's goin on here?" Foxi said with a tray of beverages, emerging. "One moment I'm takin' ordas, an' the next, there's a freakin' dog pile with Gumi cryin'!" Everyone gave a laugh, while the two destined ones merely smiled at each other, forgetting about the world around them. After a celebratory feast of dinner, danci
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?
The ContestAs Professor continues his lecture, my mind starts to jog around the room, trying to find something else to focus on. The girl in front is drawing hearts again. Karen is being gorgeous like always. God, why don’t I have the nerve to ask her out?The guy next to me is frantically trying to write down every single syllable and vowel Professor utters. Jeez, get a recorder or something.Johnny already checked himself out. I can see the drool glisten in the fluorescent light. The person behind him shifts his feet, accidentally bumping the back of his Johnny’s chair. He jerks, almost yelling, “I ain’t got nothin’.”
4 am(phone ringing)Man: (muffled tone) …hello?Woman: Hey!Man: …hey?Woman: …Man: (takes a breath) Do you know what time it is?Woman: Sorry, didn't know who else to call.Man: Well?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)Man: Then?Woman: I dunno.(Horn honk is heard)Man: What was that? Where are you?Woman: Top of the world.Man: Eh?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.
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 eve
Cat's Eye There’s this cat in my neighborhood. He likes to sit in flowerbeds and watches the world go by, no care at all in his eyes. I’m 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 mom’s 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. It’s eyes lazily open, and just glance at me saying, “Sleeping,
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 co
Pie Chase It 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 #4732Aug 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 the
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." "Impossible!" "Do you see me standing?" "She's playing with you. What's her game?" "Who cares, we're out of here."(Scene skip) "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 somewhe
2 am Marissa'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. "Candice?" "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
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Insanity He 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.
Morning Glory Alicia ran across her father's golden wheat field. She had defied him and pledged her love to the young, handsome farm aide. Her sight caught a hold of him, her feet dashed in his direction. He glanced up from his work, his eyes engorged on the graceful beauty. "Alicia," he cried out. "Lawrence," she cooed, falling into his arms. "I have fled from mine father. Pray tell, speak unto me your thoughts." "My dearest Alicia," he leaned in to kiss her sweet lips. Alicia leaned in. "Don't stop believing," he said. "Pardon," she politely stammered. "Hold onto that feeling." "What?" "Streetlights, people, oooh!" Alicia closed her
Truth "Well, what's most important?" Xana asked me. "Hell if I know." I answered with a kick to a crumpled Pepsi can. "Come on Craig," she looked at me. "Honestly." I looked away from her, at the street lamp, the curb, her bare shoulder, her spaghetti strap falling askew. "Come on, your life depends on it." She cocked her fingers into a gun shape, pointing it at my head. "Truth," I asked. "Always," she nodded, lowered the gun, but still keeping it pointed at me. "You." She giggled. "Am I?" I shrugged. "You tell me."
Bert It had been a rough a year. I had tried to pick up any job that would take me. Funny thing, before all this, people would line up to get a piece of my time. Now no one will even look at me. A local restaurant picked me up as a table busser. It's honest work. Got mouths to feed and all. I just don't know what happened. One day life was grand, steady income and now I'm fighting to put gas in the tank. The people are nice. The wait staff even more so. I do what I need to and always get praise. It's gonna be tough to leave this place when they no longer need me.
Cosmic Truth Linda had a plaque in her kitchen that she bought at the city flea market for a nickel. She lived and breathed by it. It spoke profound wisdom; a wisdom that reflected in her life. When her heel broke to her favorite shoe, her dress tore at an unusual place. After she tried to remedy her outfit, her car wouldn't start, forcing her to miss her flight to an important conference. Despite her misfortune, she was fortunate to miss the event. The hotel that was hosting the conference had an outbreak of bed bugs. As she ate her breakfast, she looked to the plaque, hoping it would bless her with the right about of misfortune so the end would be
Wedding BellesSorry saving this one for publication :(
Tower In this city, there is one distinctive feature, a radio tower smack dap in the middle. It's hard not to miss it; the red and white piercing the blue skies, the light blinking on and off. Most people hate it. I look up to it. It alone stands above everything and everyone, especially here in this park. I want to rise above everything and everyone. But for now, I can only gaze up at its magnificence, waiting for my day to rise.
Confess Every year I confess to him. Every year I spill my heart out to him. He must think I'm crazy. He never says anything. He smiles and only says thank you, it's nice to hear that. I had been doing it for three years now. This is my last chance, we graduate in May. Today is my last confession to him. "Jack," I said. "I like you." "Thank you." He said smiling. "It's nice to hear." "This is my last confession," I added. "Last time I'll hear this?" He wondered. I nodded. He leaned down and kissed my cheek. "Thank you again." He said. "This is all I can offer." I blushed. "It's more than I ever dreamed."
Birds of a Feather We've been friends since elementary. We've seen each other at our highest and lowest points, at beginning and endings. We've both have had our share of love and hate. We've both have had the occasional misplaced feelings, quickly shelving those emotions once the words escaped our mouths. Today, after twenty years of friendship, we've decided to move in together. It was something we've always talked and joked about. "Would you two get a room already?" Janis, one of my girl friends, often said. I know what she really meant, but for us to take it to this extreme is something else. At first, it was like an extended sleep over. When we were y
Boys Being Boys "1…2…3…" Randy counted. "Whatcha countin'," George asked. "All them bugs," Randy pointed at the log. "That's alotta 'em." George started to count too. "Hey, yur gonna mess me up." "Sorry," George tried to count in his head. George and Randy counted the creepy crawlers until the sun set. They could hear their mothers calling in the distance. "How many ya git, Randy?" "Forty-two, I lost count few times." "I gots," He scratched his head. "I forget." The boys laughed as they headed home for supper.
His Words The light illuminates Josie's face as she conceals herself under her sheets. She grasps her phone tightly, her thumb pressing the desired buttons. Her eyes read the words across the screen; her chest tightens at the notion of each one. Josie tries to remember to breathe, words attempting to steal away her precious air. Feels so long ago he sent her those loving words. Now, she reads them, wondering, contemplating, what happened between the couple. The words so sweet on the screen, tickled her. The words so bitter, echoed in her mind, leaking from her eyes. Her thumb moves, the screen asking to erase his words. Josie buries her face into
Achoo She sneezed for what felt like the millionth time. She blew her nose into a wet tissue. Mucus unloaded onto the moist sheet. The tissue felt completely used, no room left for anything else. She crumpled the rag and tossed it toward the waste basket. But like most balls of sheer paper and clear fluids, it hit the rim and landed on the floor, adding to the mountainous pile of snot.
Protocol "I told you to leave me behind," Jason yelled at his subordinate. "And I told you I never leave anyone behind," Mayra rebutted back to her commanding officer. "You will put the whole crew in danger." Jason loaded the gun Mayra handed him, putting the extra ammo in his breast pocket. Sirens wailed as red lights danced up and down the corridors. The two ran past guards, not missing a beat, every second their life depending on the rhythm.
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