He’s the source of it all. Distributes everything, love, hate, death, and life.
-So what happens to us when he’s gone?
I don’t know. No one does. No one’s questioned him. Just keep quiet and take your […]
It’s been years, we always were so close. But then there was him. And you started being with him, and not with me. God knows, I’ve tried, I’ve tried so hard. But you never seemed to care.
And there’s got t o be a […]
You’re in tatters. You and your gown are in fragments, shredded, and dragged through the dirt. Don’t worry though, it builds character. You’re all the better for it. Oh, does it hurt? Is it painful? Suck it up, princess. There’s no prince for you, not with a gown like that. He’s in another castle, rescuing [...]
Pick up your hang. Grab the next handhold. Use your legs. Step up. Release your hand. Grab the next handhold. Don’t look down. Don’t let go. Keep going. Climb up. He slowly ascends the face of ice. The icicles are the only witnesses to his journey tot he summit.
It’s on the back of the lock. You wouldn’t be able to remember it otherwise, the scatter brain that you are. You were smart, though; you wrote the number in a code. Let’s hope you don’t for get how to read it, now. But it’s there to help, any time you forget.
Location, location. It all depends on where you are. I mean, how you see things from where you are. Point of view. Oh, that’s the word, perspective. What can you see? What’s your opinion? Where do you stand? Wonderful. Now, stand in my place, and tell me what you see.
Type, type, type. How many words a minute? How many words a day? Oh, and don’t forget the filing. Get this all done; you’ve got to finish before they give you more. They’ll give you more to do as soon as you’re finished.
It’s so smooth against your skin; it must make up the clothes of the gods. It, at least, has to be the mortal material closest to godly clothing. It makes you feel so rich with power. So, so rich, and powerful. So much you could just die. (As close to the gods as it is, [...]
You’ve got to get there. Keep the cargo with you. It’s precious – the whole mission depends on you. Don’t mess this one up. Whatever you do, don’t mess this one up. You’re important to us, believe me. Once you get here, we’ll have to deal with you. You know so much – too much. [...]
And we’re running, running – there’s the end just a little ahead of us! We’re almost there! (I won’t tell you that I know what happens next. It takes all the fun out of it.) And only a little more, run faster, faster, faster! And there, the end! And there, the end! And there, the [...]
You deserve it. Now dust off what’s left of your honour,and take what you deserve. It’s gonna hurt – but that’s not my problem. You knew this was coming. You didn’t? Well, you should have thought of it before, before you-
You could stretch me. I’ll do all I can to hold things together, to make things meet. I’ll do it all for you. Just don’t stretch me too far, or I’ll snap.
A bare light bulb illuminates the room, humming in the background of your thoughts. It illuminates you, too. Or, so you think. You’ve stumbled upon some kind of epiphany. You feel you have gained some much desired insight on your poor, miserable life. But the light bulb flickers. Once, twice, and it dies. It’s burnt [...]
A rumble in the distance. “No, no need to worry. It won’t reach us. We’ll be fine! We’ll live! Smile! Don’t worry!” The storm comes closer. (I’ll enjoy whatever time I have left pretending that there’s no storm. As if the looming wall of clouds isn’t there As if I can’t hear the pound of [...]
There, there, poor child. Sticks and stone may break your bones But words – they’ll never hurt you. Not unless you let them, that is. And, poor child, you’re stronger than that, right? If you let them, those words will become sticks, sharpened by your own vile mind. Poor child, it’s sharp enough to hang [...]
It’s okay. You can dust yourself off. You can try again. If not, there’s other fish in the sea. There’s other things ahead of you. i can see them: the great things, the wondrous things that you will do. You’ve got potential, kiddo. But only, only if you manage to stand up again. It’s okay. [...]
Please rise for the playing of the national anthem.
It shows respect, sir, for our veterans.
Sir, you don’t want to disrespect them, do you, sir?
Sir, I mean –
“Go around the bend, don’t stop
No, keep going. Right turn.
There, we’re safe.
You can relax now, they can’t see us.
We’re okay. We’re okay.
It’s a litany.
It’s slowly slipping away…
Somehow, there was something – I’m sure of it!
There was… It was…
I can’t remember.
I don’t know; I used to know.
I can feel myself forgetting.
A montage of memories:
Of all the happy times we had together.
They’re just memories, now.
And I’m here, waiting.
Will you come back?
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