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A Small ThanksI sat there alone,
nothing to keep me company but my tears.
No sounds around me heard;
No sights beyond my mind seen;
Nothing felt save for the cold air.
i knew of nothing.
Nothing knew of me.
And then came your voice.
It told me to take your outstretched hand. I did.
The warmth overtook me.
I felt my hear skip a beat
as you helped me rise up, opened
my closed eyes, and soothed
me with your presence.
You told me to look.
I shifted my gaze from you to the landscape.
I forgot how to breathe.
I hadn't realized that I
had been sitting in a golden
meadow, in a land filled
with wondrous beauty.
The birds were chirping;
the wind rustling the tall, golden fox tails;
the sky open and blue.
The giant oak tree under
which I had once sat, unaware,
swayed with the music
I once did not hear.
Now I sit with you
under that tree, in this land teeming with life,
my head on your shoulder,
your strong arm around my waist,
and I realize that it was your
love that revived me
and made me aware.
For this, I c
LifeOne moment, you're there. The next, you're not. Simple as that. And yet, it's so complex, so mystifying. It easily perplexes many. How can it be so close, so intimate to us, and yet remain a mystery like that? Such a small event being so big? Having such a huge effect? These unanswered questions express the mystery and uncertainty of those who feel its effects. They were so healthy, so happy...
But now you'll never see their face again. Hear their voice. Feel their touch.
The tears stream down the faces of the close ones. They hold onto one another, thinking that, if they hold on tight enough, that person passed might feel as well, and come back to them. They don't want to recognize the fact that it's all over. All of it. They cling to a wish. That wish is slowly pushed away as time progresses and sanity returns. They run out of tears. The future is dark to them, filled with some more of these tragic cases. They turn to the past, where everyone is still "there." They let themselves get
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 11
Your feet begin to get very cold.
You look down at them. Your toes are a deep pink from contact with the icy snow. You scrunch them up and unfurl them again, getting the blood flowing. You wiggle them, enjoying the sensation of the snow getting caught between them and falling off again. You smile to yourself, feeling completely like a kid.
You then realize something.
Your feet are bare.
If he’s going to have you ice skate, how is Jack expecting you to do so without any…well…skates?
“Here we go!” you hear Jack say. You direct your attention to him. He gets up and turns around, smiling wide, obviously wholly satisfied with himself. Staff in one hand, he’s holding something out to you using the thumb and first two fingers of the other. “All done!”
No way, you think.
You walk towards him to get a better look.
Your jaw drops. Your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.
He’s proudly handing you a pair of ice skates. But these
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 15
And yet, warm.
You’re woken up by this exceptional sensation sprawling across your forehead. Jack is standing above you, his left hand on your head as he checks your temperature.
“What’s the story, morning glory?” he says, smiling. He lifts his hand from your brow. “You’re warm.”
Feeling much better—though still not 100%—you shoot him a “no duh, I’m going to feel warm to you” look. He laughs in response. “You look a lot better. Here, I made you this. Drink up.”
In his oven mitt-ed right hand he holds a mug of (your favorite hot drink).
Your comforter draped around your shoulders, you sit up and take the piping hot beverage from him, wrapping your hands around it. He goes and sits down in the middle of the room, looking around and occasionally back to you as you sip away. The only sounds are that of the fire popping and sputtering in the fireplace.
You notice that your book is closed and sit
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 4
“More snow expected all throughout today in (your town’s name),” the weather(man/woman) announces. “Wind gusts of up to 30mph will hit today, too. Be sure to bundle up and be careful out on those roads!”
You smirk ever so slightly at the meteorologist’s precautions, losing interest in the news as it goes from the weather to the main news anchors. You take another bite of cereal as you stare outside the nearby window at the snow and grey clouds that cannot wait to unload more.
There’s frost on that window, too.
Nothing like the one on your bedroom window, of course. This one’s more plain. Wondrous, like any act of nature, but still nothing like the art embroidering the bedroom’s view.
Nevertheless, curiosity gets the best of you and you get up to examine it, secretly wondering if there’s any little tiny design in it that you’re missing. You go over each part closely. Somewhat to your disappointment, you find nothing out o
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 20
You have odd dreams that night.
At first, you don’t even dream at all. At least, not that you can remember.
Then you have good dreams. Dreams about snow and flying, dreams filled with wondrous adventure and things straight out of a storybook. You find yourself skating once again on the beautiful lake, alone save for the trees and snow.
But then you hear a crack.
Your dream-self screams as you fall into the ice-cold water. You try to swim back up to the surface, but find yourself only sinking further into its dark depths, the subzero water paralyzing you. You can’t hold your breath any longer. Your chest feels like it is collapsing on itself. Bubbles escape from your mouth as your lungs make a fruitless effort in their search for oxygen.
You hear Pitch’s low, dry laughter surround you.
Your vision is getting blurry. You still try to hold your breath to prevent more water from making its way into your lungs, hoping that maybe, just maybe, something will happen and you w
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 18
He whirls around, staff at the ready.
A stream of ice whizzes by to your left, narrowly missing you and whatever it is that is carrying you.
Jack takes to the air and chases after you, firing at your kidnapper at windows of opportunity. As the trees get thicker and the forest darker, he calls out your name and you call back in hopes of keeping track of one another.
He’s starting to lose you. You can now only catch glimpses of snow-white hair here and blue-glowing staff there in the darkness, his calls getting more and more distant.
Soon, you see nothing at all besides barely-visible tree trunks.
“Jack?” you call out the best that you can. “JACK?!?”
You begin to panic even more. Where are you being taken? What is going to be done to you? You struggle against the hold on your collar, reaching up to maybe pry apart the grip of whatever is carrying you away.
Your hand meets cold sand.
The creature snorts—much like your average horse
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 33
You slowly open your eyes.
“Hello there. Long time no see.”
Your little elven friend in teal smiles in response, his hat jingling with emotion.
He steps back a little as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, yawning.
You look around the room, concluding from your surroundings—and the elf—that you must be back at the North Pole.
You walk up to the open window, slipping on the thick, soft red robe that your friend held out to you. He stands beside you as you gaze out upon the scenery.
Even in times of trouble, the world can be so peaceful.
The sun is setting behind the mountains, casting a beautifully mysterious golden light upon the land. The sky turns from warm yellows, oranges, and reds to cool nighttime blues and purples in a perfectly analogous color scheme. The snow takes on a rich orange color, the flakes glinting like the million gold coins of a pirate’s treasure. It almost looks like the earth is covered i
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 23
“In the pale echo of light, vague outlines moved through Bertie’s field of vision, but their details were lost to the dark. Her bedroom walls took flight in a soaring arc before…”
You trail off, holding your place on the page.
He’s not awake anymore.
His breathing has slowed significantly, his arms limp and his heartbeat now a slow, steadily-beating drum.
What’s more is that he has stopped interrupting you to ask a question or make a snide comment every few lines of the story.
After sharing in that kiss, you had thrown away the wrapping paper—all except the stuff that covered Jack’s—and tidied the room up a little. Somewhere in there, Jack revealed that he was in fact the one who brought and decorated the gorgeous tree sitting in your living room. In helping you clean, Jack had taken interest in another book, one of your absolute favorites. Blushing slightly, he had asked you to read it aloud to him. You had poked fun at him, askin
Trying to fold the pain up
To trap it between the paper cut limbs.
But the shockwaves come
Pulsing from inside
To trap it between the paper cut limbs.
Trying to fold the pain up.
Little StarYou think you're the star,
Flying way up high.
Nothing can touch you.
You own the sky.
Your colors are bright,
no one shines brighter.
You're number one....
till you go a bit higher.
Farther in the sky,
there are stars that shine true,
and you cannot compare.
You're just little old you.
Those stars are huge.
You'll never compare.
Don't even try.
Don't even dare.
You're small and weak.
They're big and strong.
Your shine is meek,
and theirs is long.
So just give up.
There's nothing to do.
You're not good enough,
yes, it's true.
It's not true at all.
Those stars may be big,
but keep standing tall.
You're a star too,
no matter the size.
Don't believe the insults.
Don't believe the lies.
Yes your shine is unique,
and done your own special way,
and that's all that really matters
at the end of the day.
So shine your best little star,
and know this to be true.
You may not be perfect,
but you're perfectly you.
Memories?How do you stay sane,
when the screams echo in your ears?
This is not a game,
these are living fears.
I'm searching for the truth,
but find only confusion.
Was it a secret in my youth,
or just an illusion?
Did he really hit her,
or was it a dream?
It's all such a blur,
and things aren't always as they seem.
Should I ask them?
No, they'd never tell.
Was it enough to condemn?
Will he go to hell?
Did he really do it?
Do I even want to know?
Maybe I should quit,
let the memories go.
Ignorance is bliss,
that I know too well.
The memories, I dismiss.
Send them all to hell.
Front page...Liquid chains cling to my ankles
Feathers of a bird tickle my nose.
Haunted by the voices in this cold dark cell
Longing for the scent of a light pink rose.
Ocean waves beat upon a sandy shore
A sea of hatred and rage.
Dragonflies swim through air so light
But this stuff never gets to the front page.
BuriedUnder the paprika house,
are the bones of my father
and nestled between rib
and reason, is our love.
Jack's Winter LullabyWhen you wander through the forest
So perfect and white,
I want you to know it was me
Who was working all night
So I could bring you the snow
That makes you smile
And so you would know
I stopped and stayed a while
And I want you to know
That when I’m flying around
And bringing snow days to other small towns
I never stop thinking of your beautiful eyes
And how you never pay attention to the world’s vicious lies.
Because you are my snowflake,
My diamond in the snow.
And I think about you
Wherever I go.
And even though I can see you
But you still can’t see me
I will be hopeful
That someday you’ll believe.
Because when you do
I will hold on to you tight
And I will hold on to you
For the rest of my life.
So I will wait patiently.
Because you see
You are worth waiting for
And my princess you’ll be.
So when you are frightened
At night in your bed
Please think of these words
And rest your tired head.
Because the day is coming soon
When invisible I will no longer b
NUMBER FIVE: The EventI smelt the Mogadorians scent all over Paradise, Ohio high school. I smelt Number Four and Six. And did I smell humans? No way, Four and Six wouldn't be so stupid to bring humans to this event.
Oh, I suppose you should know who I am first, shouldn't you?
I'm Number Five, of the Lorien Garde. Or, my human name I like: Julie Johnson. No, I was just kidding, I hate that name. But, it keeps me off the tracker of the Mogadorians. Except for today, when I'm going to practically sacrifice my life for my Garde.
I found out they were here by the radio. A catastrophe had happened in the town of Paradise. Killings everywhere. Strange men wandering around in trench coats. I thought it was very peculiar, which meant it was time to visit this town and find out what was going on. Luckily, I showed up just in time. They needed me and my legacies.
My deep pink hair shined in the moonlight of the Ohio moon. I wrapped my leather jacket around my shoulders and stuck my arms inside, protectin
SirensThey converge towards her tumultuous tide
At a pathetic peasant like pace
Foolishly lured by this oceanic muse
As the sea and their vessel embrace
Enchanted melodies from the undertow
Ameliorate the stagnant sea
As resistance sinks to a watery grave
Temptation shows signs of buoyancy
It is only a whisper in the wild wind
Though such a sweet and innocent call
From beyond the slate grey clouded horizon
Comes the wretched waves of the white squall
Watching on in wonder from the widow’s walk
As the weak willed cast their final shadow
Entranced and entrapped by her prurient gaze
And swallowed in her seagirt meadow
Diabolical desire filled the boatman’s minds
Now as they sink down to the seabed
Copious levels of brine shall fill the lungs
Of their doomed, hopeless corpses instead
Dead water ripples gently under moonshine
Equilibrium is now restored
No sign of the siren’s most recent conquest
Nor of those souls that have gone before
40810If only you were soulless.
If you were mindless, blind,
you and I could make a beautiful disaster.
The press would write of our brief affair;
they'd paint me (the woman in red) as pathetic.
They will not consider how I need your love
or how it pains me so deeply to throw myself at you.
I will not be remembered as a poet warrior.
I'll be the eternal survivor no more.
All who think of me will shake their bowed heads
and tearfully remark;
If only you were soulless.
If you were mindless, blind,
You wouldn't have been such a bloody disaster.
A Small RequestDon't leave me here alone,
at the mercy of
The loneliness scares me.
It suffocates me,
puts chains on my wings,
and traps me.
Please...don't let it do this
to me. Stay by my
side, right here.
Whisper something sweetly,
softly, to me...like
Tell me that it will all
be all right...as long
as you're here.
Reach out your hand toward
me, touch me gently...
Let me feel your presence;
know you're here with me;
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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