A Game?

My dear roommate has been charged a riddle of which she must solve, in order to recover a  certain artifact. Ha! She has no idea what it is. This game, has given me an idea. It has sparked intrigue within my imagination. I now have the plot to my alternate universe! Yay! It makes me happy! A mystery on campus. Who'd have thunk it? it'll be great fun! oh well! Signing off now! 

In this moment all we have is ourselves, the thought eased into her mind. Gracefully it tainted her brain and all she wanted to do was catch him and never let him go. All she needed was for him to turn around, so she could kiss him. So their souls could meld into one.
In a breathe the distance was gone, and her small frame was in his arms, he felt as the tension released in her back and she melted against him.

Alter Egos

Yes, an alternate universe. I know I know. It's a bad idea. But it's going to be so much fun! I am so excited. I might post some of it here. But I just wanted to let you know my new project its so much fun! I even have an artist to help me with images and graphics! So if I'm not on for awhile you know why. I'm trying to get better about writing on here though.

Love Her More Anyway

I promised her that this is goodbye

So you're out of my life.

I'm free!

By the way she put herself on the line for me.

Which is definitely more than you could ever say

Robert Herrick

Upon Julia's Clothes

Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then then, methinks, how sweetly it flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.

Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see
That brave vibration, each way free,
O how that glittering taketh me!

-1648

Hemingway

Happy New Year!

It is a little belated but still Happy New Year!

Alone in a Roomful

We all tell stories. And each story tells a bit a bit about us. Each story becomes part of our story in its own way. We all want our stories to be heard. We all want someone to care. We want to to tell. We just want one person, one person, to care enough to listen. Or have that one person want to share their story with ours. We as humans are not meant to live alone, and yet we always are. Alone in a roomful of people. Sometimes when we're lucky we find someone who breaks through that bubble and they allow us to live. For a moment we can taste fresh air. But it's not long until we wait for them to leave. Because we can't trust that they'll stay.

Lunch Time

His stomached rumbled in anticipation as he walked up to the battered front door. Burbled laughter invaded the quiet winter air, from inside the house. The man smiled to himself at the care free sound, which was followed by the deep howl. When he opened the door he was greeted by his favorite grey monstrosity his wife called a dog. Around the corner, his smiling children came running, laughing at whatever it is children laugh about when conspiring together. "Daddy!" His little girl cried, her little eyes twinkling and every golden girl bounced with each twittering movement. He swept her up into his arms for one of their bear hugs, as her older brother took their father's hand and together the troublesome trio ventured into Mother's domain. At the sight of pb&j sandwiches the children abandoned their father to appease the grumbly monster in their tummies.

"Hello beautiful" With his hands on her waist he kissed her neck and watched curiously as she made his Reuben sandwich.

"Hey there." Together they sat down at the table with their children. As he ate, he listened to the whispers of their children, and watched his wife pick at her own sandwich.  Dark rings framed her honey colored eyes. Those striking eyes held his and a smile grew on her face. She always did that. He would worry and she would just smile. The world around them stopped, the kids might as well have been on mute with the rest of the world. All that mattered was her. They were going to fight until the end,  just like they always had. It's simply who she was. 

He didn't know how to help her eat when she could barely stand the smell of food. Morning sickness always did that too her. And those rings around her eyes were just too dark , she needed sleep she was restless at night and exhausted during the day. But they would survive, they always did. Her smile grew a little brighter when their children ran from the table, talking about some mystical far away land, no doubt they had built in the den with couch cushions. This was what living was, sharing life with her.
"Finish your lunch dear, before you're late getting back to work" she said before biting into he own lunch.

Novel

I put my unfinished NaNoWriMo up here on my pages bar (:

One Word

NaNoWriMo. That is all. (:

Second Best

"Why don't you ever call me?" She asked.
"I'm busy honey."
"You text me but you never call."
"Texting is easier."
"No. You call her." He simply looked at her, she took a step back away from the intensity of his gaze.
"And?" He saw the tears in her eyes but it meant nothing. Maybe they would have made some impact if she hadn't been complaining in his eyes.
"You're my boyfriend." The possession in her voice only irritated him more.
"She's my best friend, and the only reason you're my girlfriend is because she's gone. You're second best compared to her. And the best compared to everyone else."
"You're an ass."
"You're a bitch. I like you but she's better."
"Then why are you with me? If I'm such a bitch."
"Because I like you when you're not complaining. When you're cool."
"You mean when I let you do what you want?"
"When you're not bitching and moaning about some rumor about us.There are always going to be rumors, and they are always wrong. She tried to tell you. You just called her crazy."
"She texts you everyday!"
"I text her first."
"What the fuck?" She screamed. "What the fuck?"
"She's my best friend."
"What am I?"
"Second best."
"That's it?"
"Yeah."
"Bye." Walking away, she cried, and waited for him to say something. When she turned back he was gone. She only cried harder. Every time she saw him it hurt, every time he saw her, he thought about the irl he breathed for and how it wasn't the girl who walked away.

A Love Twisted Cruelly

The shy knock was deafening, for it held desperately onto the disappointed air. The printed letter was delivered over the threshold. A unformed ending, the ink made of nothing but lies and both women knew it. One of which wanted nothing more than to forget, while the other wanted nothing more than to remember. The girl's tears fell to wash away the shame. The older woman longed to reach out and hold the broken, weary, girl before her, and cry along with her, to say sorry for what was being done, what had to be done, and above all what had to happen.A deed done out of love, the steep price was going to be paid in full. This girl before her asked her for nothing but her help. Yet out of shame, desperation and disappointment she was turned away  to walk into the fading rain. To hope justice would be done for this lovely girl; one silent tear fell for the girl who had been treated as a daughter. The typed words meant everything, but the feelings behind them were hallow and were in fact nothing, a sham, an act to please the world. The ever present audience. The young woman, once off the steps looked over her shoulder for the briefest moment, her face was proud even as te tears mingled with the rain sliding down her cheek. She smiled sadly, and raised her hand in a final farewell. She turned again to walk away from a home that still loved her, a home she still loved. A place the world demanded to turn out the daughter they'd taken in. Holding her head up high she walked on to take on the world at it's worst. She dared the world to stop her.

I Pray...

A smile for the world to see
The sunshine a simple fantasy
A constant rain washes the pain away
All the while I pray
For nothing
I dream of an escape
From my ill twisted fate
Of broken promises
And monster wearing human faces
The war I wage is silent
Denial, rebellion, and pain
Somehow my heart stays intact
As the shell is ripped away
Each new slit a thrilling victory, a new promise made
One day the end will come
How I wish it were today
But somehow I hold back
To last a little longer
Why? I ask myself
But I don't know
Each breath
A painful blow
When will it end?
This pain?
When I am dead?
No.
When you're with me.

What We Were

Do you remember?
Do you remember someone like me?
Do you remember me?

From all those years ago,
When once upon a time meant happily ever after,
When we were friends,
When that meant forever,
When life was simple,
We were learning who we were,
Becoming who we are,
What chances we dared to take,
When mistakes were all we seemed to make.

When we were young,
Do you remember me?
We were friends,
Until the end.

You had a smile to light the town,
I had everything that mattered,
I had friends like you,
We were a family,
Split apart,
Forced to Depart.

We tried to hold on,
To last to the end,
But we faded away,
Look at what we were!