i see you from the very corner of my vision. i can't stare at you openly; you would catch my eye with a smirk and that'd make me spend the next few days in self loathing. you always did know how to make me feel worthless. i've convinced myself(more) you're the asshole i always knew you were. i'm not hopelessly caught up in adoring you, those days are thankfully over. i just can't shake the feeling of missing not talking to you. and its not just talking, we could communicate from across seas of people with one look. you always knew exactly what i meant.
"This," Arthur whispered, passing Martin the bucket of popcorn. "Is the best episode of Doctor Who. Ever."
"But the Doctor hasn't even appeared yet." Martin whispered back. "How is this-"
"Shhhh!" Arthur flapped at him to be quiet as the Doctor's face appeared on the TV screen.
"Don't blink."(more) Arthur murmured in time with the Doctor on screen. "Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back. Don't look away. And don't blink. Good Luck. "
"You dork." Martin giggled, and Arthur stuck his tongue out at him.
"I am the best sort of dork, though." Arthur smiled back. "Cause I'm a dork for you."
"You did not-" Martin burst out laughing. "You did /not/ just say that!"
Arthur huffed as he paused the episode on his laptop.
"It was /meant/ to be cute." Arthur grumbled as he crossed his arms.
"Oh honey." Martin giggled as he buried his face in Arthur's shoulder. "You're so precious I'm gunna cry."(less)
Don't close your eyes for even
Don't lose track of time
for one moment
Precious moments wasted away,
(more) never to come back
that fade away into the air
The clock that ticks in the nearby corner
The time that flows without a care
Or it'll be over before you know it. (less)
Caelus, the capital city of the Republic of Uranus, Jupiter's greatest ally, spread out before them. Alma had been to many big cities in her life - New York, Los Angeles, Paris, Seoul - but she'd never seen anything like this. It was buildings, nothing but buildings, packed next(more) to each other as tightly and as far as the eye could comprehend. In every possible color, almost making up for the utter lack of greenery. The cities were of varying heights, with many of them actually spiralling out of the city's protective floating dome and into the gas planet's clouds. Tubes connected them on every floor, and little aircraft out of a science fiction show were zooming in-between them, docking in the windows and then disappearing inside.
So much city. Alma and Victoria were surrounded by city.
"How do we even navigate this place?" the older girl asked. "I've never seen anything like it. Is there a subway system?" Just like the Demigoddess of Air, to immediately start asking questions even before she had absorbed all of what she was seeing.
All the Demigoddess of Quintessence could do was stare.
"Alma?" Victoria asked. "Are you there?"
"I'm just..." Alma said. "I'm stunned. There are no cities on Earth like this, or even on the other planets and moons we've visited. I knew Uranus was known for its urban life, but this really takes the cake."
"Yeah," Victoria said. "But I want to figure out how we get to the Hall of Prophecy."
"I don't," Alma finished. "I just want to soak this in. I feel certain I'll never see anything like this the rest of my life, no matter how long it is."(less)
"Nah, I'm good" I told my friend as he walked into the kitchen.
As I wandered his ancient house, I marveled at the moss covering the walls like a long green snake.
I made my way downstairs past a huge chandelier an(more)d as I glanced out the window, I saw that the old house was even complete with an angel statue sitting in the backyard. The angel's hands covered its face as if it was weeping at how beautiful the house was.
I collapsed on a blue flower print couch. There was no TV, or any form of entertainment at all. As I was wondering what they did for fun around here, I looked out the dirty window and saw the stone angel again.
I frowned at the statue when I realized it was no longer covering it's face. I stepped up to the window.
My mouth flew open as I saw that the statue had somehow gotten closer to me. I decided I was seeing things and ripped myself away from the window to see what was taking my friend so long.
As I started to make my way up the spiral staircase, I turned back for a moment and stopped dead in my tracks.
The angel statue was only a few feet behind me, now inside the house, reaching it's stone hand toward me. My breath caught in my throat and I stopped dead in my tracks.
As I blinked, the angels hand appeared an inch away from me, it's face twisted into an evil smile.
I heard my friends voice behind me. "Don't blink" He warned. My eyes started to sting and I wondered if this was some sort of prank.
The welts on my arms were huge, hot to the touch and red. Each doctor was more clueless than the last. One even backed into the wall behind him itching irrationally as he threw some cortizone samples my way.
"Just don't itch it. Maybe it will go away."
I lathered cortizone all over the rash on my arms. I wore oven mitts and soothed the burning lumps with ice. There were no lesions or marks, just large, symmetrical, red welts that would come and go by the day. The final doctor decided that if the steroids he gave me didn't work, then we would have to consider words like cancer and lupus. I was not ready for that so I devoted myself to an answer that began with my history of allergies.
After a day of research I called my boyfriend and suggested, "I only have these after sleeping at your house. Maybe there's somehting in your bed. Could I be allergic to dust mites?"
Determined to also not consider words like cancer and lupus he inspected his bed with the care of a drill sergeant then summoned me frantically to his apartment. When I arrived there, his bedroom was pulled apart. It was ransacked. He pointed at the matteress tossed on its side, "Look!"
Nervous, I walked slowly toward the strewn bedding holding my arms tightly against me. The mattress seams were covered in brown dots. Curiosity pulled me closer to the crime scene to find some of the brown dots moving. I looked at him with big eyes and mouth twisted side ways parts confusion and parts horror.
"I have bed bugs! Thats what's been getting you," He announced excitedly and then reconsidered.
you see him, outlined by the abyss. you lurch forward, hoping to get there in time.
in a vague, ignored part of your brain, you realize that you cannot reach him, but emotion defies all logic in its strongest moments, so you reach toward his falling figure anyway.
no(more) one pushed him, you know. he fell of his own volition. but the guilt will process later, the sorrow, the grief and the i-could-have-helped-why-didn't-you-tell-me?
for now, all you can think is that if you get close enough, if you can see him clearly enough, you can save him. So don't blink.(less)
Her memories were fogged, everything to her seemed surreal. The air raid sirens were still shrieking in the distance; panicked shouts can still be heard, and buildings crumbling all around. She tried to make sense of what happened moments ago.The other children were only a few feet ahead of her(more) when they came. The ground shook from the oncoming juggernauts.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
These behemoths clad in unearthly materials were nearly upon them when they reached the wall. The wall that was meant to keep these beings out from their city. The one thing that was promised to keep them safe had been breached. The children scrambled over the remains of the wall to escape. She nearly caught up to the group, until a projectile was fired. Cables ensnared her legs and the ground rose to meet her. Rushing to remove her bonds the girl sensed the creature behind her. Past drills had her prepared for what will happen next, the only rules to follow were quite simple really: don't move, don't blink.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The earth rumbled under the march of the machines. The unstable remains of the wall were loosened by the vibrations of each step. Debris fell over the girl and trapped her beneath it. Everything seemed to darken and her vision blurred, she struggled to remain awake but to no avail the darkness took her in.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
She awoke, the world had a hazy sense to it, slowly she tried to move her body and free herself from the rubble. By the time she freed herself she finally noticed what was wrong. Looking back at her city, the paradise behind the wall, she was welcomed by it's smoldering ashes and broken promises. Her movement caught the attention of the beasts.
I knew that immediately. I knew that instinctively. I knew that unquestionably. She couldn't do it. He thought he did, but he couldn't. So I stepped up. Without a twinge, without a break, I took over. I was unstoppable, I was huge, I was all-knowing, I was supreme, I(more) was in control because they weren't. I didn't sweat. I didn't blink.
I was five.(less)
Remember that game when we were kids, where we would keep our eyes open and the first one to blink lost?
Well, I'm 34 years old, and I'm playing that game. Simply now, I'm tied up to a wooden chair, with a gun on my temple. Sweat drops(more) are pouring down my face. The salty drops going in my eyes are as dolorous as arrows.
I don't know why, after being held captive for 2 months, my kidnapper offered me this game. Both with a gun on our head, the first one to blink gets shot. Well, actually, I know why now. It's a real torture. You are torn between stopping all of this and dying, or suffering and living few seconds more.
It's been so long, I can't do it anymore. My eyes get heavier and heavier as they're closing. I hear the tall guy next to me preparing to shoot.
I close my eyes in a complete peace, a perfect euphory, even if it's only for a split second. I re-open them to see my kidnapper smiling at me.
I hear a loud noise, feel an atrocious pain starting from my head, then spreading everywhere. I feel every single nerve of my body for a moment.
Don't blink because she'll be gone, believe me, I've done it. I'm drunk and I'm alive. That is something. It is the most incredible nothing. I stay my drunk fingers and, perchance, see myself in another live.
Tell them of what it was like.
(more) It's a good life. A beautiful life.
I'm frozen. I'm dead.
I'm drunk, the bitter sweet cocktail of the two.
We will see again.
We will see again.
We will feel again.
So is life, it's all there is.
I'll write for her.
Above all else, I'll write for me.
I am human, i know this, I remember it. I feel too much and too little.
It's a problem and I lost myself when i walked out of some slum with you in it. Vanilla being, well, dammit, it's great enough. I'll find myself. I promise. That other life, well, it waits. (less)
scattered & fleeting
a fixed state of leaving
forget who you've met
for you'd best not be needing
a shoulder to cry nor
a hand which belies nor
(more) someone to rely-
on their conscience will not
sit your woes gone awry
lit by need for departure
shoot off to the sky
without simple acknowledgment
vanished & distanced
was once there their presence?
don't blink or you'll miss it(less)
He drunkenly sways with the microphone at the sound of the intro to I'll Be Seeing You, watching Eva shift on her feet as she waits for her turn.
(more) "I'm sorry," Danny pauses. "I'm really sorry." Everyone takes in a breath, and Danny sees Vera sitting by the piano, obviously agitated. Apart from that, her face is blank of any emotion, and it's quite hard to even tell what she's thinking.
"That's all," he thinks of Will the last time he saw him, smiling with a drink in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth, talking about next week's show as Vera pulls him off to go dance. "Win that war for us, boys."
Jack doesn't look happy, and grabs Danny by the arm and into the band. John recovers every bit of time lost, and soon Eva is singing- /crooning/ into the mike. But instead of picking up his trombone, Danny leaves it and just listens.
"He left. God the idiot left."
People sway, smiling, and Vera looks jealous. She always wanted a featured spot, multiple solos and all that, but she'd only ever gotten the back-up and commercials. Will had always said she'd make it. She'd get her solo one day.
But now there is no Will.
Danny takes a pull of his flask and sits back, looking out at everyone. Anne is as warm as ever, and Carolyn is cradling her aunt's coat by the door.
They're all taken with Eva's voice. Then again, who isn't?
Everything comes crashing down, and Danny realizes how fast it goes.