Entries By Cassie
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pony
Florence’s thighs ache from riding her horse for hours that day. She loves her pet and she thinks back fondly on the day Carey had brought the pony home. They can’t have children, but they make due together, they make due with their pets.
Posted By Cassie On 02.10.2012 @ 10:21 pm
adopt
D regrets very little in his life. He especially regrets nothing about his decision to adopt the girl that Tom brought home with him. She needs a father and honestly, he’s always wanted to be one. It helps that he understands her, that he loves her already like she really is his daughter, there’s barely a difference. She is his kid.
Posted By Cassie On 02.09.2012 @ 3:23 pm
butterfly
D takes her out to a field where there are butterflies, not as many as home, but enough to feel familiar. They sit in the grass and they’re quiet. She had been expecting him to say something, anything, but he sits there and he smiles when she looks at him. He pats her head when she sighs and he pulls her into a hug when she starts to cry.
Posted By Cassie On 02.08.2012 @ 5:13 pm
walls
“You will never set foot within these walls ever again,” The man said as he threw the girl out of the gate. She skids along in the dirt, loosing her balance. She turns back around to face him, tears already on her cheeks. “But my father!” He silences her and shakes his head. “You no longer have a father. At least not here.”
Posted By Cassie On 02.08.2012 @ 1:10 am
camera
Tom is outside shooting pictures of the river for his college class. He raises the camera to his eye and adjusts the lens because a weird cloud is covering the sky all of the sudden. He snaps the picture of the grey sky to test the settings. When he looks down at the picture after taking it. He nearly throws up when he sees a monster staring at him, right at him, through the breaks in the clouds.
Posted By Cassie On 02.05.2012 @ 9:26 pm
sacred
“It’s sacred.” “What is? Your ass? Are you really telling me right now that your ass is sacred?” Spencer rolls his eyes. “My body is a temple, dude, and I don’t let just anyone go exploring my chambers.” Brendon shakes his head. “I can’t handle this conversation right now.”
Posted By Cassie On 02.04.2012 @ 9:50 pm
chief
Being a human chief of police in a city filled to the brim with monsters is already stressful enough and Will thinks he’ll probably be dead long before his time. He stomps out a cigarette and turns to look at the poor unlucky bastard who had his heart quite literally taken from him.
Posted By Cassie On 02.03.2012 @ 1:41 pm
epic
We’re all in search of something better than ourselves and our lives. We want an epic romance, an epic life, we want to fight evil, slay the proverbial dragons in our lives and win the crown. Sometimes it happens. More often that not it doesn’t but we can still find these tiny moments of epic in our lives.
Posted By Cassie On 02.02.2012 @ 4:18 pm
festival
There are pieces of confetti that rain down around them and he steps on the curly little pieces of tissue paper, flattening them out. Everyone is happy and dancing and no one knows what’s coming up next. Because even in people’s worst fears, the depths of their imaginations, no one could predict what would happen next.
Posted By Cassie On 01.31.2012 @ 7:13 pm
odds
They call them The Odds. It’s a group of people who don’t fit the standard set by everyone else, either because they can’t or they don’t care to. The Odds live on the outside and some want in, others don’t. Sometimes I want out, a lot of the time I want out. I want to be an Odd.
Posted By Cassie On 01.29.2012 @ 4:49 pm
function
Brendon knows all the functions of the video camera pointed in his direction. His head tips back over the edge of the bed and his slitted eyes are locked with the camera, the invisible audience. He shifts and the person above him sinks inside.
Posted By Cassie On 01.30.2012 @ 4:37 pm
hoop
Life is kind of like a hoop, at least the way Sean lived it. It doesn’t really…end. He’s died half a dozen times and yet here he is, somewhere else, a new time, a new face. He likes this one. He’s become attached to this world and life. He doesn’t want to leave, but you can’t break a circle, the never ending hoop.
Posted By Cassie On 01.28.2012 @ 5:57 pm
cabin
It starts in the cabin and it ends…well, the ending isn’t important. Not right now. But it starts there and stretches into sharing a room, a bed, kissing under the dock and holding hands under the safety blanket of the lake not far from the house. Ryan wishes he had never left that place.
Posted By Cassie On 01.27.2012 @ 12:53 pm
collar
It’s like the opposite of lipstick on the collar. He smells like Ryan’s cologne and he carries it with him all day, like a ghost, and oh yeah, Sean sees the irony in that statement. It’s a ghost of Ryan, but not in the same way he’s used to.
Posted By Cassie On 01.26.2012 @ 2:45 pm
beehive
Shaken up like a beehive my body can’t settle. I’m falling and fighting and screaming all at once and yet. And yet, it never gets any better. I can tell them what I want but it isn’t what I have and they’ll wag a finger at me and tell me it’s silly to reach higher than the stars that can’t even manage to keep themselves in the sky.
Posted By Cassie On 01.25.2012 @ 8:14 pm
hinge
It all hinges on this moment. It’s a clear choice, a chance and it’s up to whether or not Sean has the balls to take it. He can be afraid but in that fear it can drive him to leap. He can go for what he wants despite the variables. He got into music for that very same reason. Ryan should be no different.
Posted By Cassie On 01.24.2012 @ 7:48 pm
conceal
Under the covers, concealed from the world. The sky drifts by a musty faded gray, like the color of my father’s eyes as his life fades out of him. I doubt I’ll ever forget such a sight. I wake up again and again, but life is never the same.
Posted By Cassie On 01.12.2012 @ 12:04 pm
sparkling
A sparkling heel left behind on the scene. Sean picks it up even though he doesn’t know what to do with it. He’s sure it belongs to the missing girl, a future ghost he’ll have to apologize to because he couldn’t find her before it was too late.
Posted By Cassie On 01.11.2012 @ 1:31 pm
bland
When you’re a wolf the world seems a little bland, he guesses the same could be said for if you’re a human, but he’s experienced both and canine seems less thrilling than standing in the middle of a clearing on two legs. He misses color, but he can smell life. He doesn’t know which he’d choose if he were ever asked to.
Posted By Cassie On 01.10.2012 @ 7:26 pm
savage
A savage, a beast, the name sticks around the corners of Tom’s mind and he never believed it. He never did because he was aware of the pieces of humanity he fostered within himself. He was aware he was still a human. When something snapped, when he changed, and he hurt someone he cared about. That’s when the name weighed heavy around his neck, feeling like a title he can never change.
Posted By Cassie On 01.09.2012 @ 9:45 pm
lilies
Tom doesn’t know where the flowers came from, a little bouquet of lillies resting on a glass vase on the middle of his table. The petals moon white and soft and Tom isn’t used to flowers or romance of anything soft. Tom is used to grime and grit and angry hands on his skin. Ryan left a note. Ryan left him the flowers.
Posted By Cassie On 01.08.2012 @ 10:09 pm
oil
Oil in my veins, thick sludge dripping from a wound in my hand. Hey, you shot the arrow, the least you could do is clean the wound. A trail we’ll follow until I’m dizzy. You push me to my knees and say you can see the bones. My knees are warm and stained. I’d rather die than say “I’m sorry.”
Posted By Cassie On 01.07.2012 @ 10:56 pm
dozen
I’ve counted a dozen freckles on your shoulder, and I’ve tasted each one. Honey sweet and smelling like the sea. We meet up after Christmas and you look bronze compared to the paleness of my arms, my middle. You still love me though, you tell me it at least.
Posted By Cassie On 01.06.2012 @ 11:42 am
apron
Spencer looks down when he feels a tug on his apron. Layla is standing there beaming up at him with big blue eyes. She smiles wide and bright with her perfect teeth. “Can I cook with you, Daddy?” She asks. Spencer nods and lifts her to sit next to him on the counter where he’s cooking their dinner. His wife is in the living room with their son. She’s working and he’s playing quietly.
Posted By Cassie On 01.05.2012 @ 3:26 pm
thorns
Thorns in my side, literally, breaching my skin and scraping my ribcage. I’m a shaking mass of rattling breath and sharp points. I’m broken underneath and collapsed in all the wrong places. I’m a walking junkyard.
Posted By Cassie On 01.05.2012 @ 8:24 am
glimmer
Glimmering bits of confetti rain down, swirling like tiny fish swimming along the skyline. I hold your hand in the cold, on the cusp of something. Your breath smells like alcohol, but not bad. You kiss me on the cheek at midnight to prove a point.
Posted By Cassie On 01.01.2012 @ 6:55 pm
estate
He went to the estate sale. He bought a mirror that was cursed. Every day and night he saw himself in it, but he was never happy. He was convinced the mirror was evil, that it was wicked, he threw out the mirror and washed his hands of superstitions. But he still wasn’t happy.
Posted By Cassie On 01.01.2012 @ 7:30 am
bridge
“I thought the bridge to hell would be more…” Ayla trails off. “Impressive?” Nick fills in. Ayla nods. “Yeah, this is kind of a let down.” Nick cocks his gun. “Whatever, let’s go save Adam…and, you know, everyone else or whatever.”
Posted By Cassie On 12.30.2011 @ 10:21 pm
carved
My hands are carved in stone, smooth, the only part of me that is perfect. I’m waiting for my hand to be held, for some warmth to spread. I’m waiting to break and chip, I can’t stay perfect forever, I don’t want to. I want to be used. I want to live.
Posted By Cassie On 12.27.2011 @ 2:44 am
