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 Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:45 pm
Here goes nothin', aye? Week I001. New Beginnings
002. Cause/Effect
003. Peace of Mind
004. Childhood Memories
005. Speed
006. Mayhem
007. Gilding a LilyWeek II008. First Romance
009. Orchards
010. Disillusionment
011. Guardian Angels
012. Different Ways of Thinking
013. Consequence
014. GratitudeWeek III015. Explosion
016. Money
017. Traveling Alone
018. Irony
019. Lust
020. Identity Crisis
021. Being ReplacedWeek IV022. Jealousy
023. Insanity
024. Snow Day
025. Sculpture
026. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
027. Monsters Under the Bed
028. Japan Earthquake and Tsunami Week V029. Wonder
030. Highs and Lows
031. Catastrophe
032. Betrayal
033. Rules
034. Tomorrow
035. Rock 'n' RollWeek VI036. Refugee
037. Queen of Hearts
038. Hangman
039. Magic Tricks
040. Radio
041. Prostitution
042. Celebrating a BirthdayWeek VII043. Swearing
044. Parade
045. Phobias
046. Suicide Notes
047. Emotional Paranoia
048. Missing Puzzle Pieces
049. Black Balloon Week VIII050. Graffiti
051. Empathy
052. Strangers
053. Pockets
054. Having a Stroke
055. Promises
056. MedicineWeek IX057. Social Ladder
058. Four-Leafed Clover
059. Divorce and Separation
060. Brothers and Sisters
061. Perfume
062. Adoption
063. Blue JeansWeek X064. Paper Airplanes
065. Marijuana
066. An Open Door
067. Hiding Behind Lies
068. Archery
069. 1990s Cartoons
070. An Asian Food MarketWeek XI071. A Night to Remember
072. The Moon
073. Guidance
074. Dyed Flowers
075. Wheelchairs
076. Dedication Pages on Books
077. A Panic AttackWeek XII078. Black and Blue
079. A Beautiful Place
080. Innocence and Guilt
081. Romance Addiction
082. Selfishness
083. Mockingbirds
084. Always a BridesmaidWeek XIII085. "Break a Leg"
086. Taking Initiative
087. College
088. Drama Queens
089. Unforeseen Tragedy
090. Loving Across Time
091. The Four SeasonsWeek XIV092. Abortion
093. Gunshots
094. A Masquerade
095. An Unexpected Twist on the Ending
096. Restless
097. Running Away
098. An Unknown TruthWeek XV099. Persephone
100. Enlightenment
101. The Martyr
102. Alice in Wonderland
103. Wiseman
104. Natural Wonder
105. The IslandWeek XVI106. Eden
107. Drowning
108. Gamble
109. Thicker than Water
110. Clear Blue Sky
111. Rain
112. Halfway Home Week XIII085. "Break a Leg"
086. Taking Initiative
087. College
088. Drama Queens
089. Unforeseen Tragedy
090. Loving Across Time
091. The Four SeasonsWeek XIV092. Abortion
093. Gunshots
094. A Masquerade
095. An Unexpected Twist on the Ending
096. Restless
097. Running Away
098. An Unknown TruthWeek XV099. Persephone
100. Enlightenment
101. The Martyr
102. Alice in Wonderland
103. Wiseman
104. Natural Wonder
105. The IslandWeek XVI106. Eden
107. Drowning
108. Gamble
109. Thicker than Water
110. Clear Blue Sky
111. Rain
112. Halfway HomeWeek XVII113. Dead End
114. Stargazers
115. Insomnia
116. Skyscrapers
117. Butterfly
118. Smoke Screen
119. What Lies BeneathWeek XIIX120. Losing Control
121. Unfaithful
122. Asylum
123. Injury
124. Karma
125. Dancing
126. EnchantmentWeek XIX127. Shadow
128. Red
129. Eagle
130. Extreme Behaviors
131. Soundtrack
132. Books
133. LithiumWeek XX134. Paralysis
135. Holiday
136. Safety
137. Secret Wishes
138. Dishonor
139. Accusations
140. Motorcycle Week XXI141. Requiem
142. The American Dream
143. Solo
144. Leaving Home
145. Climb
146. Pressure
147. TestWeek XXII148. Electricity
149. Amber
150. Bible
151. Shock
152. Glass Jar
153. Dragonfly
154. Truth or DareWeek XXIII155. Relativity
156. Reaction
157. Winter
158. Dolls
159. Ink
160. An Instant
161. LullabyWeek XXIV162. Spider Webs
163. Fortune Telling
164. Yin and Yang
165. Slavery
166. Confetti
167. Rooftops
168. JusticeWeek XXV169. Scream
170. Fabric
171. Circus
172. Observation
173. Sand
174. Love Letters
175. OrchidsWeek XXVI176. Owl
177. Metal
178. Exhale
179. Intoxication
180. Color Blindness
181. Flesh
182. Diary
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:51 pm
Week XXVII
183. Vacancy
184. Sickness
185. Playing with Fire
186. Before
187. Sweet Nothings
188. Asthma
189. Stormy Skies
Week XXIIX
190. Red Lipstick
191. Scissors
192. Reflection
193. Black Cat
194. Siren
195. Shallow
196. Little Things
Week XXIX
197. Choke
198. Static
199. Snowflake
200. Honey
201. Catch
202. Stars in the Attic
203. Fairy Tales
Week XXX
204. Misunderstood
205. Illumination
206. Photograph
207. Imagine
208. Strawberry
209. Stripes
210. Spontaneously
Week XXXI
211. Dust
212. Chastity
213. Daybreak
214. Werewolf
215. Eyes
216. The Thirteenth Floor
217. Goodbye
Week XXXII
218. Computer
219. Just Hold On
220. Cross
221. Concepts of Hell
222. Remembering 9/11
223. Monsters
224. Practicing Tolerance
Week XXXIII
225. Broken Frames
226. Drive
227. No Time
228. Wind
229. Flag
230. Rules
231. Rebellion
Week XXXIV
232. Hybrid
233. Sweet Sixteen
234. Poison
235. Sleeping Beauty
236. Burning
237. Buzzed
238. Pearl
Week XXXV
239. Sword
240. Wizard of Oz
241. Freedom
242. Blue Rose
243. Codes
244. Decisions
245. Trickery
Week XXXVI
246. Peril
247. Million
248. Beauty
249. Tattoo
250. Whip
251. Tactics
252. Battlefield
Week XXXVII
253. Tomorrow
254. Daily Life
255. Language
256. Adolescence
257. Paradise
258. St. Mark’s Place
259. Blessings
Week XIIL
260. Thunder
261. Prison
262. Train
263. Abandonment
264. Sacrifice
265. Do Not Disturb
266. Traps
Week XIL
267. Challenge
268. Starvation
269. Alcohol
270. Spiral
271. Ashes, Ashes...
272. Triangle
273. Introverted
Week XL
274. True Colors Shown
275. Portrait
276. Model
277. Shutterbox
278. Diamond
279. Puppet
280. Actor
Week IXL
281. Two Roads
282. Beauty
283. Murder
284. Lost
285. Value
286. Sobriety
287. Sweaters
Week IIXL
288. Tulips
289. Resting Place
290. The Folly
291. Love Stories
292. Crows
293. Sunsets
294. December
Week VIIL
295. A Room
296. Victory
297. Defeat
298. Tiger
299. Peach
300. Candle
301. Personality
Week VIL
302. Dreams of a City
303. Ice
304. Fire
305. Legacy
306. Law
307. Flying
308. Fight
Week VL
309. Single
310. Hesitation
311. Healing
312. Fantasy
313. Building
314. Hero
315. Disguise
Week IVL
316. Soul Reborn
317. Between the Lines
318. Fireworks
319. Can’t
320. Soccer
321. Heat
322. Raising the Bar
Week IIIL
323. Live Your Life
324. Parents
325. Transcending Time
326. In Spite Of Which
327. Naked
328. Further
329. Outcasts
Week IIL
330. Calling
331. Alternatives
332. Elevator
333. A Bad Decision
334. Slow Down
335. Past Forgiven
336. Tree
Week IL
337. Last One Standing
338. Drifting
339. Soldiers
340. The Right Reasons
341. Lists
342. Open Relationship
343. Riot
Week L
344. Invisibility
345. Second Chance
346. Bridge
347. Disturbed
348. Stitches
349. New Year’s Day
350. The Mile
Week LI
351. Perfect
352. Hurt
353. Exit
354. Good Riddance
355. Funhouse
356. Dark Horse
357. Sin
Week LII
358. If I Stay
359. Misguided Valentine
360. Pick Up the Pieces
361. The Bitter End
362. Missing You
363. Follow Me
364. Leave Together
Finale
365. Returning Home
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:59 pm
001. New Beginnings -- written Tuesday, January 1, 2012tabtab"Daddy... Daddy come look!"
tabtabA little boy burst out from the bushes behind the mulberry tree, cheeks and lips stained with a bright burgundy. One hand was cupped into a loose fist, his left hand covering to secure whatever was inside. Adam Berkovic quirked a brow as his son ran towards him, and knelt on one knee with his arms out to catch the stumbling lad into a hug.
tabtab"Oh, c'mere you!" the man said playfully, picking him up and swinging him around. The boy laughed out loud, his clear voice ringing out to the ears of his mother, watching contentedly from the porch swing with a cup of hot tea in her hands. Adam smiled at her, giving his wife a wink before setting the boy down and leaning in close, as if the greatest secret in the world was about to be revealed.
tabtab"What do we have here, Benjamin?"
tabtab"I found a pet!"
tabtabBenjamin opened his palm, and a large wolf spider lay patiently in the boy's pale hand.
tabtab"Holy fu--!"
tabtabAdam, fortunately, had no chance to finish his sentence as he pulled himself back, swatting the spider out of the boy's hand. Unfortunately, this caused the arachnid to land on the father's face, subsequently leaving a nasty red bite on his cheek.
- - -
tabtab"Hold still, Adam! Stop being such a baby..."
tabtabLucy pursed her lips into a tight frown, grabbing her husband's scruffy chin and forcing him to turn his cheek so she could get a better look at the bite. Either Adam was allergic to these things, or the spider was a bit more than just a "wolf spider", because the swelling had almost doubled in size over the past few hours. Much to Lucy's amusement, the Israeli looked much like half a chipmunk. She hadn't stopped teasing him about it for the past few hours. They were in the kitchen trying to treat the wound before the guests arrived for dinner--expectant Elodie and Astor.
tabtab"I swear to you Lucy, I'm fine. The swelling will go down soon!"
tabtab"And if it doesn't?"
tabtab"Sue me."
tabtab"The money would be mine anyway, so that's no use."
tabtab"I don't know why I married you!" Adam said, his lip pouting playfully, traces of a smug smirk in his eyes, playing at the corner of his lips. "You talk too much."
tabtab"Speak for yourself!" With that, Lucy dabbed a little harder at her husband's bite with the alcohol-dipped cotton ball. He hissed, the smirk fading away.
tabtab"All right, all right! Geez, woman. I'll just get Elodie to look at it, yeah?" He muttered under his breath, reaching for the ziploc of ice sitting on the counter. "She might be a teensy-weensy nicer than you..."
tabtabThe blonde burst out laughing, rolling her eyes and grinning at her husband. "You know she's pregnant, right?"
tabtab"Yeah, so?" Adam said, narrowing his eyes at his wife. A few seconds ticked by before it dawned on him. "Oh..."
tabtab"Have fun with that, sweetheart." Lucy said, patting the man's other, healthy cheek and giving his lips a sweet kiss. Adam let loose a soft growl before he nipped at her bottom lip, tugging at it playfully. With one free hand he put an arm around her waist, pulling her in tighter, against him. She smiled and pulled away, tweaking his nose. "Maybe when the swelling goes down a bit more?" Lucy said teasingly. Adam blushed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling sheepishly.
tabtab"Fine then. But you owe me one."
tabtab"I promise, baby." Lucy said, giving the man a wink and blowing him a kiss before walking off to go look for their son.
tabtabAdam purred, smiling mischievously at Lucy as he turned to replace the melting ice in the plastic baggie. The swelling wasn't too great, but he could deal, and at least it could be a valid excuse to miss dinner. Although, Lucy would probably kill him before he would miss dinner.
tabtabKill him, huh? Ironic. Adam found delight in that thought because of its irony. He thought himself the luckiest man in the world. Not everyone had their wife brought back from the dead.
tabtabLost in his thoughts, Adam began to daydream, and thought of the day when his and Lucy's new life had begun...
- - -
tabtabThe late morning birds and their trills and chirps drifted liltingly through the halfway open window. White, breezy curtains danced in the warm summer zephyr in Adam Berkovic's room, the sunlight filtering in and shining on the man’s face. Eyes opened lazily, with the hint of a smile on his face as Adam remembered the night before. Breathing in deep, Adam pictured his wife of the past several months with that devilish smirk on her face—right before his lips had collided with hers. It was wonderful, to be able to actually touch her all night long; to make it slow and sweet. The first time they made love, they had to worry about the ten minute period--the one where Lucy could take material form. The rest of the 24 hour day was spent being a transparent ghost who had the capability of matching Adam's wit at every word.
tabtabA chuckle came forth from the Israeli's lips, and Adam turned on his side, eyes casting themselves over the slender, ivory form of his wife. She was perfect, even in her ghostly state. The circumstances by which they met were, of course, extraordinary and probably one in a million, but the odds were definitely in his favor all along--despite the fact it didn't seem that way initially. The bickering, the constant fighting... led to their passion of course, and he hadn't regretted that angry, fiery kiss the first night he had seen her take her flesh form.
tabtabWith a soft 'mmm', the man leaned down and nuzzled the curve of Lucy's neck, trailing soft, slow pecks down to her shoulder, where, with a slight smirk, his teeth grazed gently over before biting down slowly. Nothing too hard, but surely enough to wake her up. Absentmindedly, Adam let a hand slide up and down the velvet skin of her side underneath the thin blanket.
tabtab"Can't keep your hands off me, can you?"
tabtabAdam didn't bother pulling back, and instead increased his exploration, letting his tongue trace circles along her cold, vampiress skin. "It's your fault, beautiful," he whispered, nipping gently at her ear before Lucy pulled away and pounced on him, pushing him onto his back with a ferocious kiss. Adam let out a soft cry of surprise, but didn't stop her. His hands reached down and rested in the small of her back, pushing her closer to him. Lips firmly against hers, the man's tongue slipped out to demand entrance past her full, soft lips.
tabtabLucy grinned into the kiss and pulled her head back, instead giving Adam a kiss to his forehead. The man groaned, pouting at the blonde. "Such a tease..." He clucked. His wife only laughed, and he quirked a brow. "Well?"
tabtab"Remember that one night, on New Year's? The fort at Aevum?"
tabtabAevum. The place of so many memories. The wonderful and terrifying place where he met his wife, and where it all started. Despite all that happened, not once did he regret making the decision (okay, yes, the government did force him to teach there) to stay at Aevum--if only for Lucy. It paid off well in the end.
tabtabHe had lost her once before, and he didn't intend on losing her again.
tabtab"Yes? What about it?" Adam inquired, reaching a hand up to run his fingers gently through her hair, toying with the soft curls. A soft smile crept to her lips as he did so, and she purred in response, sending shivers down his spine. Her voice was like silk that flowed magically over his body, sending chills all over--and he loved every bit of it.
tabtab"This is oddly reminiscent of it, no? But, there's something different this time..."
tabtab"Oh yeah, and what's that?"
tabtabLucy had the most mischevious and peculiar grin on her face, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. Adam an amused and curious smirk on his face, competely unaware of what was she was going to say.
tabtab"I'm going to be a mother--and you're the father."
Word count! Approximately 1,391 words.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 11:07 am
002. Cause/Effect -- written Wednesday, January 2, 2012Ahaha, so, I know that I've been neglecting to post, but I have been working on these in a composition book before I post them. I'm really sorry about that! I hope that's all right with you. I don't mind if I don't get the prize because of this (doing this to improve my writing), but I still want to find a place to put them and save.
Jada Ramsey's hand shook, her pen visibly trembling over the dirtied slip of paper in her hand. As she finished scribbling numbers on the thin paper, she hastily signed her name at the bottom--just as illegible as the rest of the information--and held it out impatiently to the man standing before her. Jada averted her eyes to the concrete sidewalk; she couldn't stand meeting this man's gaze.
"Gracias," the young, Hispanic man responded coolly to her wordless efforts. His lips curled up into a slight smirk as her eyes darted briefly towards him. "Said you'll be back in ten minutes, si?" His smug smirk betrayed his otherwise staid face.
The African-American girl resisted the strong urge to sneer as she wordlessly pocketed the brown paper-wrapped package the man gave her. "Corner of Laurel and third, right?" She said, turning her back to him. Jada already knew the answer, but it was always good to let them think she was slow. They were more likely to trust the stupid ones, mistaking ignorance for loyalty.
Without waiting another beat, the girl pulled her hoodie over her head, tucking her hair out of her face as she disappeared around the corner.
Delivering packages of cocaine and God-only-knew-what-else had become a nightly routine for Jada the past few months. It was the same every night--some sleazy, greasy young male gangster would take her number and hand her the deliveries. She would then run around the corner and be back in five to fifteen minutes, depending on where she had to be. Jada was fast--that was part of her appeal, and the entire reason why she wasn't one of the girls standing meekly at the street corners in barely-there clothing.
Either way, by the end of the night, Jada was left with a crumpled up twenty. She sighed, exasperated as she stuffed the cash into her pocket. Always paid less than half of what she deserved, Jada understood what came with the job.
Still, a job was a job.
- - -
"Daddy? I have something for you."
Jada sat uncomfortably behind the glass window that separated her from her father. She tilted her head, trying to catch a glimpse of her father's pensive gaze, which had been preoccupied with his own battered and scarred hands for the past fifteen minutes. Biting the inside of her lip, Jada slipped out her collection of crumpled up twenties, carefully smoothed and folded neatly into a standard white envelope. The girl slid the money through the tiny slit at the bottom of the window.
Her father didn't take it. Two minutes of silence passed between them. Jada knew her father would leave the money there until she took it back. Still, the girl hoped that maybe... maybe this once...
"Can you at least tell me your day?" Jada pleaded breathlessly to her father. A simple story, nothing more. Was that so hard? "Daddy?"
He refused to meet her gaze. Was he still angry with her? Jada's mind flashed back to what happened the last night her father was in freedom: the argument. She had run off in childish anger, and he had run off after her. She had been surrounded by several young men, and her father had shot two of them before the rest ran off.
A simple cause and effect story, nothing more.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 3:58 am
003. Peace of Mind -- written Thursday, January 3, 2012
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 4:25 am
004. Childhood Memories -- written Friday, January 4, 2012
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 4:44 am
005. Speed -- written Saturday, January 5, 2012Life was always a racetrack. Naomi Hall understood that to the fullest extent. Living in the fast lane was something that her kind seemed to do best--although, indulging in luxuries was always a human thing, she supposed. Nevertheless, the car and the race always left her with the same adrenaline rush that others seemed to spend most of their lives searching. The woman felt proud in pinning down her source of happiness at the ripe young age of twenty-two.
Whether it lasted, however, was up to her, and Naomi was determined to keep the race as a constant.
"Vinny!" the woman called out to the stands surrounding the track as she pried off her headgear. The blonde placed the red helmet on the hood of her car, straightening any flyaways that seemed to stick up like antennae. She leaned against the front of the car, eyes focused on the dark figure that was weaving its way through the empty stands, jumping over the short fence that separated the people from the cars. Vincent, her personal assistant, ran towards Naomi across the track and to the middle of the grassy field center.
"Well, how did she look? Do you think she needs a new paint job?" Naomi said rather nervously, brushing a finger over the dust that coated the screaming fire-engine red. A phoenix graced the hood of the car, rising resiliently from the ashes. Naomi glanced over the side, noting that the rear left tire needed a bit of air, and the hubcaps could use some shining as well. Today was a big day after all--the first day of the racing championships.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 8:54 pm
006. Mayhem -- written Sunday, January 6, 2012The weather in London had taken a nice turn--sunny and warm, despite the past few days of a light, nonstop drizzle. Baker Street was quiet, as usual, with the rush of cars every morning and afternoon. On and on people went through their daily routine, and all was peaceful.
And wasn't that hateful?
"It's my birthday, John. Did you know that?" Sherlock Holmes muttered, plucking angrily at his Strad's strings. His eyes flitted to his flatmate, busy typing away his blog again. What was John Watson writing about this time? There had been absolutely nothing interesting at all whatsoever the past several weeks. "John, did you know that?"
"Happy birthday, Sherlock... Of course I knew that. In fact I'm writing a blog post dedicated to your birthday right now."
"No you aren't. You're lying."
"How do you know that?"
"You're on email, writing silly sonnets to one of your girlfriends again. What's her name? Is she that teacher or is she that cafe waitress?"
John sighed and paused momentarily from his blog, turning to face the world's only consulting detective. "What, you want me to cut you a slice of the cake Mrs. Hudson left?"
"That you just realized was for me and not for both of us? Well, all right, sure!" The man responded sarcastically. "I don't care much about birthdays and cake, John. I want cases!" Sherlock punctuated his exclamation with a dissonant plucked chord, to which John winced. "It's my birthday--so where are all the dead people?" The detective took the bow to his violin this time, scratching out a few wailing notes. "I want mayhem for my birthday, that's what!"
"Dead bodies are not a suitable thing to ask on one's birthday."
"Badly written sonnets are also not a suitable way of asking for a shag."
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 9:08 pm
007. Gilding a Lily -- written Monday, January 7, 2012Wrote two prompt responses to this. Had to change subject because I was on a plane and couldn't resist!
"Why must people concern themselves with perfection? Despite all our attempts to improve ourselves, we must realize that we have no need to change. We shouldn't try to, for we are perfect, as intended..."
The young man sitting on the couch promptly shut off the TV. What a load of rubbish, he thought to himself. 'We are perfect, as intended'? Intended for what, being fodder for others? Samuel Ferrill was sick of the propaganda running through the media these past few years. Knowing the control the shedim--inhuman races that had existed for far longer than humanity ever had--had over the big company broadcasters was very disconcerting. For all he knew, the end of the world was nigh. Samuel just hoped it would never come to that.
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I like to sit next to airplane windows.
Airplanes are cramped and claustrophobic. They are always so cold and abysmal--but those reasons, however perfect they may seem, are not why I sit next to the window. I sit to cling to the last remnants of home; I sit for the takeoff, so that I may watch the city and ocean below.
Call me a sentimental git, if you will, but the feeling of being lifted into the air, up and away from all the cares in the world is spectacular! Wait, no, the feeling is actually marvelous, but the view itself is spectacular. The bustling, friendly city grows smaller as the coastline becomes prominent. Imagine watching the waves crash along the shore, white breakers standing out against the ocean blue. Picture your eyes dancing along the outline of Cabrillo, jutting into the ocean majestically with the lighthouse as its crown jewel.
The most breathtaking of it all is the ocean.
Its waters are deceiving--they always look so calm, friendly, and inviting. The light dances on the surface, beckoning and calling to me like a siren. I want nothing more than to break open my window and fall from the azure sky into the ocean blue. The plane tilts slightly, extending my view of the land and allowing me to appreciate its diversity. I can see, in the distance, royal mountains standing majestically and capped with white crowns of snow. I can close my eyes and imagine, briefly, honey-golden apples in the autumn, hanging from the orchards, tucked away in the valley nestled in the mountains. The apples have been harvested by now, of course, and so now the trees are bare branches dusted with snow.
The thought of it makes me wonder, fleetingly, whether driving would have been more scenic. Perhaps over summer, then, on my way back to school... It seems so long ago that I had once thought my home boring and predictable. While the weather may be predictable for the most part, that is a reassuring sense of stability for me. I can always go home and expect to be able to do what I love most--enjoy the beach.
Home for me is a resolute proof that we long for things we usually take for granted upon deprivation of aforementioned things.
I would never want to change home, now. Why bother gilding a lily?
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 10:01 pm
008. First Romance -- written Tuesday, January 8, 2012Evelyn felt absolutely giddy. This was a feeling she had never expected to feel in her life; for so long the young woman had resigned herself to a life without this kind of companionship, despite her girlish hopes and dreams that she struggled constantly to suppress. She had thought herself above the silly notion of love--life wasn't a Jane Austen novel. And yet, here she was, feeling like a lovesick schoolgirl.
There was no way she was going to let it keep getting to her head. Everything had to have a rational, pragmatic approach. That was key to making things run smoothly, and she--of course, being a little bit more sensible--was determined to avoid as much heartbreak as possible, lest major damage ensue.
The brunette sighed. Perhaps that was the issue--wasn't it? That was the tricky part of allowing oneself to feel sentiment. The mind never worked properly on matters of love. Evelyn sat down at her desk, pen in hand and poised over a legal pad. Writing down the facts and making her own deductions seemed like the best way to finding a solution to this dilemma.
Raphael's confession seemed to surreal, and the young woman felt that if she did not write down his words and actions, all of it would simply cease to exist. It would all be nothing more than a dream. She was scared and found it hard to breathe--what if all of this really was a dream? Of course, Evelyn wouldn't have found that surprising, either.
He said he loved me. How can he?
All her life, Evelyn had been raised to strongly disbelieve in love--yet here she was, pushed into the limelight and forced to choose between her head and her heart. Although, whether Evelyn felt anything in her heard besides overwhelming confusion was a question in itself.
He was so ready to tell me he loved me. Why?
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 10:05 pm
009. Orchards -- written Wednesday, January 9, 2012Beauty is fleeting, and in the blink of an eye
everything we've won and loved will be lost.
In the fruitful orchards of time,
we've pruned our hopes, snipped our dreams,
let go of what we saw as impossible
in return for what we're told to love.
Every tree and every apple is the same.
Every bite as predictable and crisp as the last.
Tell me, would you let the wind carry you?
You and all the other little seeds of ideas floating on the breeze,
scattered off to exotic lands on an adventure.
Places where all the other apples are the same,
but you--you are different.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 10:09 pm
010. Disillusionment -- written Thursday, January 10, 2012“Do you know why you’re here, Tommy?”
Tommy Briggs shook his head, his gaze distant and eyes glazed. The cold surface of the metal table seemed particularly noteworthy at the moment, while the young man refused to come to terms with what was happening around him. He focused on small scratches and paint flecks, tuning out the man sitting at the other end; a folder lying between them.
“Tommy, look at what’s inside.”
A flinch in response, lips pursing into a thin, hard line, Tommy took the folder and opened it with hesitation and caution. He was scared of what he would find, and true enough, the young man found photos of a little boy caught in the arms of a woman and a man—a family, but one he did not recognize.
“That’s your real family, kid,” the man said, flipping open a lighter and carefully igniting a rolled cigar. Tommy sniffed, recognizing the scent: Cuban, like the one his father—at least, the one he grew up with—used to smoke every evening in the den, watching crap late-night telly: the father who spent his days staining his hands and clothes with motor oil, and not the sterile, clean-cut stranger in the photograph. “You were with them for two years. You know, before the accident?”
“Car crash?”
“No, they were shot.”
“How is that an accident?” Tommy asked, his eyes narrowing in thinning patience. “And tell me, again, how did you know my real… parents?” It was odd to call them that, and for Tommy, simply saying the word was very disillusioning and disturbing for him. He wasn’t on the verge of tears, but something inside him wanted to run into the corner and curl up into a tight, warm ball.
“Wrong place, wrong time. You’ll find out about it later.” The man replied nonchalantly. He reached over and took the folder from Tommy’s hands, ruffling through the papers until his fingers pulled out a packet of papers. “This is what’s important. Consider this your entire life,” the man said, smile growing wider. “We’ve waited a long time for you.”
The smile morphed into a quiet, smug smirk, and the older man leaned in to push the packet of papers towards his charge. Tommy tensed, and glanced at the strange lettering on the paper. He recognized it, all right: Russian. Unfortunately, the young man didn’t know jack s**t when it came to actually translating the damned thing. What did this mean, though? Agreeing to know more about his biological parents was one thing, especially after the fight with his adoptive family. Russia’s involvement was completely irrelevant to Tommy, as he had understood he was of 100% American Hicksville heritage… Unless…
“You’re what we call a ‘sleeper agent’, Tommy.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 10:12 pm
011. Guardian Angels -- WORK IN PROGRESSWork in progress--still working on this for an essay... Is that okay? I started it on the 11th, and decided to continue it for class.
Will post after it's graded, and have my professor's permission to post it online. (:
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 11:07 am
012. Different Ways of Thinking -- WORK IN PROGRESS
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 5:02 am
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