"Pinky promise," the boy insisted, holding out his pinky finger.
Rose held out her own, curiosity overcoming her. "Pinky promise."
"And may your pinky break if you tell anyone," Jack said solemnly.
"Yeah, yeah, so what do y(more)ou want to show me?" Rose insisted.
"It's in the woods. Follow me." Jack turned and ran into the dark of the woods near their development. Rose followed him. They had spent many days after school exploring the woods. She didn't think there could be anything they hadn't already discovered. And there was nothing that could freak her out. She wasn't some silly girl.
They walked along in silence, nothing but the rustle of woods around them. They were experienced enough in exploring the woods to know that stealth would be rewarded, often by seeing an animal.
It was starting to get dark. Rose wasn't afraid, but she knew her mother would scold her if she wasn't home before sunset.
"Is it much further?"
"Nah, just up ahead." Jack walked up to big tree, three trunk emerging from one base. He disappeared behind the tree. Rose followed him with only the slightest hesitation.
"Oh, wow," she whispered. The dead deer was on its side, already partially decomposed. It must have been there awhile. The skin was mostly gone and she could see the dear's insides. Bugs crawled over and in the carcass.
"Cool, huh?" Jack asked. "I find it yesterday."
"How long's it been here?"
"Dunno, a week maybe? I don't know how long it takes for it to get like that."
Rose crouched down to examine it. She picked up a stick and prodded the deer gently. "How do you think it died?"
Jack shrugged. "There's nothing to kill a deer around here."(less)
Hilary kicked a pebble glumly. "I can't believe you're moving to Verona. It's so far away!"
"I won't forget about you!" Larry declared with a determined scowl. "C'mon, Hils. You think moving away will be an obstacle to our friendship? You're like the brother I never had!"
Hilary forced herself to smile, even though it hurt. Still, it wasn't Larry's fault. "I know," she said. Then, trying to stifle her tears, "I'll miss you."
"Wait, don't cry!" The look of panic on his face would've been something to giggle about if it had been under different circumstances. "Geez, Hils, I don't want Taylor to get the wrong idea! I mean, he hates me enough already..." He gave his companion a conspiratorial nudge, and sighed when it did not have the intended effect. "I'm gonna miss you too... Still, it's not like we'll never see each other again! I'll write you first thing I get there!" He held his pinky out and waved it in Hilary's face. "So there!"
She reached out for his hand, linking their pinkies together. "It's a promise."
Come morning, Larry was gone. The letters came every week, until they stopped abruptly after nine months. Hilary's frantic letters received no replies, so she learnt to cherish the ones she did have. Life goes on; the universe does not fall apart because of one man. (But she went to Verona, just in case.)
When they meet again, it's six years later. The lanky boy Lawrence Glass used to spend his days with had grown into a young woman, and the man Hilary Lovelace spent so long chasing after is finally in front of her, once again. She extends her pinky with a shaky smile.
"Hi Larry, it's been a while. Hopefully you still remember me."(less)
We had pinky promise that we will live as one forever. Even if you hate me and find it impossible to love me; or even just like me, we will always be together. No, I won't limit your liberty, you can do anything you want to hurt me--as you(more) hate me. You can also do anything to assure and to convince me that you hated, hate, and will always do hate me whatever happens. You can hate me exponentially more because I cannot even hate you. If there comes the day that I do not love you as I did, I just want you to know that I can never hate you, even more, as much as you do. I will always care for you. Whatever happens, whatever remains, we will always be together. We made the pinky promise.
(Me, trying to speak Arthur Roland's unrequited love. Gosh, he's just too kind)(less)
She left. She wasn't dead, but she has gone completely from your life. If she was dead, then there's no funeral. If she left from this town, then there's no goodbye. She was here and alive, but she has gone. You meet her everyday, but every conversation you had(more) with her, is nothing. You talked to her, but she didn't talk to you. I was just sitting here. I didn't do anything. I don't want to do anything actually. I know it will be better for you to let her go. Why I should help you to get close to her, while she is bitching around? You are stupid. Yes, you are. But it doesn't mean you don't have any brains. You don't have to be smart to realize that it's better to let her go. (less)
It's been three years, two months, two weeks, five days, sixteen hours and twenty-two minutes since she was taken away from you by a speeding white sedan. It was your daughter's fifth birthday; you were supposed to indulge in her whims, eat (more)a piece of cake or two, tuck the kid in bed and kiss her goodnight before joining your wife in bed and wrapping your arms around her.
Everything is gone in a screech. You don't know who was responsible (an unfortunate accident, they say, how sad, how sad), you don't know where to start looking for them. You just know you can't let this slide.
You start with a single number sequence and end with a basement full of pictures. Your wife left you sometime between then and now. You still haven't found the driver.
(Sometimes when it's too much you want to give up, out of grief and out of leads, you remind yourself that no, no, she deserved better, and you deserved vengeance, so you plow ahead.)
It's two-thirty in the morning. you continue to work until the sun rises, and it's another day.
I've been struggling lately with my faulty memories. I don't know where to look in this empty house, which floorboards to brush the dust off of and tear up and find all the words I wanted to say, and I don't know where to find the key to break(more) the code of all the things I really meant. It's -
I've lost my way, I've forgotten which path to take to go home, and I'm really getting tired of stumbling around in the dark, all alone and afraid - not of turning around and seeing someone behind me, but of turning around and not seeing that girl - the one with big eyes and bigger dreams and the determination to make it happen. I'm afraid of having to let her, let that go.
If I don't have her, who - what am I at all?(less)
Out in the ocean is a sea full of sharks and fish
All attacking each other to get to the land
The land is a place where the king at queen dance
Spinning and singing together all day long
The land is a place filled with cats and cows(more) Peacefully prancing and perambulating prairies
The only thing that disturbs the land's serenity is the creatures of the sea
They thrash and struggle among the waves
Always caught up among the never-ending chaos of the water
Not a moment to be still
Like the way life is on the land(less)
It was still cool enough that the air conditioning did not need to be turned on - the windows were open and the clatter of dishware and the chatter of many different people floated through, carried on the cool night air. Kenshin smiled, leaning against the porch railing, and(more) stared off into the night.
The strange thing was that this was comfortable, now. Certainly there were the lion's share of fights to be broken up, Elrics were largely territorial beasts and having so many coexisting in the same environment was a case study waiting to happen. There was one thing for certain, life in the Kansaki Sou was never dull.
Laughter close by caught his attention, and Kenshin glanced over his shoulder. The front door banged noisily - they had to install a screen door to keep the dogs from roaming as they pleased - and it was Sariel, dragging his Roy by one hand and grinning widely. Kenshin watched with a smile as the two angels disappeared into the darkness, leaving a trail of feathers behind them.
"Ah, there you are," Edward said as he popped his head out the door. Kenshin straightened and took the barest moment to be certain - before relaxing his posture. This was his Edward, he did not even need to check for the ring.
"Tell me you're not looking for me in regards to clean-up duty," Kenshin said, and Edward grinned. The light coming through the windows made his hair shine like the sun, even in the darkness outside.
"I'm sure you'll be in turns relieved and horrified to know it's the werewolf and the vampires," Edward reported dutifully. Kenshin sighed, and Edward bumped his shoulder into Kenshin's companionably. "Nice night," he said, and Kenshin put his arm around Edward.
we took the kamikaze dive and
in steep, swooping curves
drifted to the ground
(or the gutter, the half-finished leaf pile, the neighbor's gardenias)
placing bets on
(more) the crosswork patches of earth where we landed.
kamikaze? of course,
an annual death wish -
come spring, there will
in all likelihood
be no new maple trees - just the stampled shells,
crunched underfoot or
sliced to ribbons by the lawn mower, or
pinwheeled into dredges of runoff and spun
into the sewers
and of course, we all agree to hate
that one lucky pilot
the seed that went straight into the fertilizer and
managed to flourish. two springs back,
a shoot erupted from the ground
and the new crop of whirling dervishes
stuck to the tiny canopy
just when they'd thought it was
safe to land.(less)
I sit down on the couch and turn on the TV. I follow shows from time to time, I feel like those are the only real people in my life anymore. I put on 'friends.' Ah, that sweet feeling of living vicariously. I get as comfortable as possible as(more) to reduce the reminders of me being here. I laugh with the laugh track, I'm in the audience now! Safe and sound in New York!
End credits pop up on the screen. Feel like my fake life just died.
Quickly change the channel. News, too real. Zap. Golf, not enough to distract me. Zap. Reality show!! WOOHOO! what's
a mind of my own again?!
think upon me, wilst thou?
ons my vehement devotion,
whipping mad! as thrash agāinst
her bow, crystalline blue oceans
dissented in rage, descending the
heavens, from whence they came.
(more) clutch upon the mast of my
torn-heartedness, so doggedly
as i, who face the crop for losing
course, once made to love thee,
forty lashes! clinging desp'rately
in haste to salvage wreckage
once deflected cruelly polarly.
but now lose traction in our
wake, away from blissness sail
through torrent-bounding hell
beneath these waters, buried,
buckling felicitous, to accent-
well the trepidation wrought
inordinate so! optic-bent by
brewing, quaking deviation.(less)
Everyone was dressed their best, of course. Lorelai was bedecked in a gown of azure, her silver crown gleaming in the dull firelight. Loren's cloak was edged in leopard's fur, imported from the Deep South. The nobles around them were(more) garbed in deep purple, diamonds and opals, and circlets of beaten gold.
Outside the palace's fortified walls, people drowned in blood and tears and the Revolution wore on to its horrible end.
An end that was not favorable to the royalty.
"Let us be merry," said the King. He didn't say the rest of the blessing, the part about Peace In Times of Trouble and A Long Life.
The royalty and the nobles began to eat, silently.
The court magician stood up. She was at the foot of the long table, opposite the King and Queen.
"It is time," she said.
The table was silent. Loren took Lorelai's hand. The magician raised hers, power pulsing from her fingertips.
"Gods of water, earth, and sky,
Hear our prayers, hear our cry.
Gods of shadows, gods of time,
Look down on us and take what's thine.
Freeze this room in silent stone,
Ne'er wake until the bell's tone."
The table froze.
Not a breath stirred the air. Loren's eyes were frozen, wide-eyed. Lorelai's were stuck midblink.
The magician reached into her robe and placed a small glass bell in the middle of the table. Then she sat down and performed the charm on herself.
Outside the palace, the Revolutionaries finally managed to break down the door and flood the palace, searching for the heads of the King and Queen who would not stir again.
Five hundred years later, a girl would discover the room of frozen nobles and ring the glass bell.(less)