Letter from Mom to DaughterMy Clelia,You're about seven pounds now, and incredibly squished in there, aren't you?I hate to say it, but I don't have much space left for your growing self anymore... BUT! There's plenty of space out here. Lots of sunshines, and pretty things to look at, or smell, or hear, and even touch! So you can come out nowwww~ <3I want to see your cute little face! And your cute little toes! And those cute little fingers, and arms, and legs... your belly button, and even your bum-cheeks!I want to hold you in my arms and keep you safe!Your cousins, family, and ESPECIALLY your Daddy... are just dying to meet you!So don't be scared. We'll all be here when you get around to it.Love you always,Mommy~
Machines In LoveThe humans taught the machines how to love. It was incredibly annoying, not the machines, but their concept of “love.” They wanted to talk to you all the time, they wanted to hang out with you, they wanted to be there for you.At first, it was the biggest innovation in technology. Imagine, a computer program that was interested in your life, a computer program that never wanted to leave you, that was hurt when you ignored it. The developers of the program won the Nobel Prize for that year. It was a massive success.Then, after months of receiving notifications about how wonderful they are, people will start growing annoyed with th
Virulent Interlude My friends are the one thing that completely matter to me. I don’t know where I’d be without them. Especially Holly. She’s been there for me through everything, ever since I moved here to Indiana when I was 10. I’m now 16. Have you ever had one of those days that it started out perfect then ended terribly? Well that’s how today was. The weather was beautiful. A perfect temperature of 80 degrees, with a light breeze and a little bit of humidity. When I got up that morning, the sun was shining through my window, and green curtains. The green glow that everything had was so cool looking! About every week, I chang
WriteWorld Prompt: Falling PlanesThe plane plummeted through the clouds.Everyone panicked.Some began their goodbyes. Some caused more reckless havoc.What did I do?I sat there. Doing nothing.I sat there and watched as the bright blue sea sneak up closer and closer to the plane.I looked back at the people I was with.My friends, my classmates. Just my class.The main people I’ve spend the majority of my time with for the past three years, whether I liked it or not.The people I hated.The people I loved.I didn’t look.I never turned back.I just accepted our fate.The screams, the panic, they all became louder.And I just sat there.The plane
Dinner GuestGeorge brightened at the knock at the door. It was "Shave and a Haircut," the same knock he always gave. He still looked through the peephole but knew all along who it was."Trevor!" he exclaimed once the door was unchained.Green eyes glinted in the dark, and strong arms balanced a bouquet of daffodils and a plate wrapped in plastic."I'd hug you, but then you'd be wearing these," Trevor explained. He entered and set everything down on the dining room table. "OK, now," he suggested, arms outstretched.George embraced his son, but with lips pursed. Trevor took care not to hurt him."You know," George said, "it's a shame to wear such a ni
What They SayThey say demons are evil creatures, who want nothing more than blood, sex, and pain of others.They say once a demon sets their eyes on you, there is no escape. Many a story pledged and told to children, is of the demon kidnapping the fair maidens left out alone after dark. Wanting to scare or frighten children into coming home before sundown. Never do they speak of the maidens fair, who wish to go with the demon willingly. Not all of them are kidnapped, not all of them are forced.Even the soulless have a heart. It matters not, were they dredged up from the depths of Hell or called from worlds only left to the imagination of adults and children. The stories gave them the faces of evil and the darkness deserving of stereotypes. Never do they speak of those who search beyond the stereotypes, who dig through the darkness, and embrace the creature in their vast depths.They look on her story with sadness, they justify it as her mind being manipulated and warped to follow him. They
A Small Gathering of FriendsShe looked at her clock.11.37 pm.She let out a sigh."These guys," she muttered to herself, pulling on herturtleneck sweater and ran her hand on her shortcropped hair, and with her brown slacks and slip ons,she looked like a librarian, which is her profession."They live for decades and centuries, and never learnto show up on time."She sauntered over to her record collection, andflipped through them, taking out a Beach Boys recordand smiled."Has it really been fifty years since I got this?"she thought to herself. "Time sure flies when you'rea vampire."She walked over to record player, took the record outof the sleeve, placed it on the player, set the speed,placed the needle on the record, and in a matterof moments, "Wouldn't It Be Nice," started to come outof the speakers."Still sounds good after all these years," she smiled,and sat down on the couch.She heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" she called out."It's me," a familiar voice called out.She went to the d
RegretThankfully, Xander did nothing to me that night. He gave up on trying to get a response from me and eventually fell asleep, breathing deeply throughout the night. I don't remember falling asleep but obviously I did, because a maid gently shook me awake by my shoulder.“Good morning, young Lord. Your father requested that I tell you that we managed to retrieve the remains of your beloved before the hounds could finish and bury his bones,” she said. I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes, sighing slightly in relief.“Thank you, thank you so much. Burn the remains and then scatter his ashes over the poppy fields. It's what he would
Broken“Remember this, no matter what happens from here on out, you are strong. You are so much stronger than you think you are and you will be able to make it through whatever comes your way,” Dimitri whispered to me from the other side of the bars quickly, just as the soldiers approached from the end of the hallway. They pushed me aside and opened the door to his cell, grabbing him by the arms. He was dragged past me and he glanced back as far as he could, mouthing “I love you” as he was dragged away. I just sat there on the dirty floor, not wanting to get up and have to face the unforgettable sight that I would have to fac
The EssaySarah looked at the clock and sighed.It's been an few hours since school's out, yet she'sstill stuck inside, grading her student's essays.It's times like these that made her regret her job.On top of unruly and lazy adolescents, their equallyapathetic or ignorant parents, not to mention budgetcuts made on education by the state departmentyet, for some warped reason, kept on insisting herand her colleagues to bring up the grade levels tothose in certain nordic nations."At least they give a damn what we think there," shegrunted, as she chewed on the cap of her red pen, readingthrough the essays submitted, underlining the good parts,crossing out certain words and replacing them with properspelling, writing between the lines parts that she wantsfurther clarification on, just part of the thankless partsin her jobs which made her regret her work decision at times.She placed a rather horribly-done essay on the "done" pile,and grabbed another piece, before the title made her p
DepressionGeneral sadness: This sadness is unexplainable. It appears and brings a superficial despair. It has no point, and seeks the misery of others. It feels like a humming in your nostrils, and watering in your eyes. You desperately need to cry, but cannot.Fear of Complacence: Life is an endless loop, into which we are thrust and unable to escape. Tomorrow shows no signs of being different from today. Sadness is much deeper than general sadness, but is blunter, like trauma without pain.Severe Burnout: Usually, burnout occurs after a long day. This occurs after a long year. The cause is the same as complacence, but life’s endless loop is ph
The Naked Man Visits Censura A strange thing happened in Censura. A lonely man had walked into the tiny town, naked, and asked for directions to the sea. His stark-naked body was met with screams from women and angry protests from men. Before he had managed to reach the center of the town, he was surrounded, on all fronts, by a fuming mob. “Where is the sea?” he asked calmly, not seeming to notice as his hands were tied behind his back. “What is the meaning of this?” A town official questioned him. “I do not know what you mean.” The man responded in a soft voice. “Just look at you!” the official spat as he took a blanket from a nearby woman. “I want you to wrap this around yourself.”
Span the AgesSo what brings a pretty miss like you out to an event like this?She didn't answer, letting this... younger one lead her around in a whirling dance. To fit in with the society until the time god had his fill of fun, Stefanie had to swallow all of her dislike of "pretty" things, and dressed in a ball gown with far too many ruffles and frills for her liking, and her long hair done up in a ringlet-curled style that while she would admit to liking, she never wanted to wear again unless on her wedding day. If even that day should come.Separated from familiar faces the moment the warping was done, when Stefanie found this familiar face, she'd followed... and discovered things that perhaps she would rather not. Fate of course would be the fickle lady she was, and at this one gala ball event Stefanie let herself be taken to as part of some lady's court - really, how she got mixed up in things even in this time would boggle her to no ends - she ended up dancing with the past-self
White NoiseSometimes, she needed to be alone. Memories would assault her at the most unpleasant of times, or sometimes when things were good. Pleasant. When she was smiling, and then a cynical part of her mind would remind her - She's not here to share it with you.Memories are both a curse and a blessing, in that they can remind of the good and the bad, and awaken that stirring within a person that speaks of happiness with so much bitter to it that it only makes them ache. No amount of painkillers can dull that ache, only the gentle touch of another could.Yet when Stefanie insisted on being alone, there were only a slim few who would want to bother her. Huddled out in the greenhouses of the floating campus, Stefanie emptily would watch as Flame went about his business, humming in time to the radio he had playing oldies music in the corner opposite her, trimming off leaves on his plants, pulling weeds, watering, and planting new seedlings. Just another day's work in the humid warmth surro
The Wind On The FlagThere were four people on a lifeboat, with enough food for three. They were all forced to decide who could be thrown over. The first person was a doctor, with an expert knowledge of first-aid. The second was a survival expert, who knew how to make fresh water. The third was a farmer, who knew how to raise crops in even the more desolate lands. The fourth was a lawyer.The first two people were shoe-ins to keep around. They were essential for survival on the open seas. Then they asked the farmer and lawyer to make their case. The farmer spoke first:“I’m really important. I can grow food when we find land. If we’re gonna survi
Reason to Stay HomeThe large library remained silent, save for the hum of rain cascading against the windows. In all of the halls of books, the shelves of tomes, the spattering of empty desks, only one soul occupied the entirety of the room. Sitting behind the desk, with cheek braced in hand, and cards stacked in a pyramid before her, bored golden eyes stared at her creation.Everyone else but Atlante and Flame have left this school.Why am I still here? I should probably go, too.But she knew why, in the end. The familiar face of that demon, the Sun Dorm professor of science and histories, was it? Always popping up nearby and around her, and for some reason, the girl couldn't think or understand why. She wasn't a special person, just there to keep an eye on Atlante to make sure he didn't snap and send everyone to a Victorian era and thus, most of the students traipsing to the guillotine. Flame obviously handled himself well amongst the people here, a gaggle of friends near him, and if not, well,
One By OneTiredly, she crept up the steps to the gates, looking up through dark green eyes framed by a familiar golden fringe. Her boots made no sound to these steps, until she rested at the top, hand on the guard rail. Looking around at the scenery, she relaxed. It was just the same as before, even after the struggling journeys it took to get here. Seeking out a sight, green eyes squinted in dim light.There he was, quiet as ever, in his normal position. Had he seen her coming...?Uncaring that the sound of her boots made loud noise on the ground, she ran up to him, and lithely leapt, arms encircling a familiar frame and legs latching to his waist. He stumbled a bit, clearly surprised by her attack on him from behind, and she couldn't help but release a soft giggle, leaning down and rubbing their cheeks together affectionately."Hewwo, Blueberry," Faith greeted Ascot, whose hands held her legs securely against him. "I'm home."[I don't want to leave Ascot. I don't want to forget that worl
Rift Walkers"Dimensional travelers are a dime a dozen, as I'm sure you three know."Gold eyes, framed by a long fringe of black hair, glanced at the three people sitting before him. Two males, and a female. One looked incredibly bored, one couldn't keep her eyes off of the area, and the last seemed to suffer from Restless Leg Syndrome - he just would not stop twitching."Of course we know," stated the bored one, not sparing anyone a glance. "We are they."Indeed. Three special people, picked by their Lord Requiem specifically, to be able to walk the lines between dimensions. Live various lives, solve issues and problems, see the spectrum of their worlds and others in their entirety. Impact those they know, but leave just as soon as they arrive. Existing out of the realm of possibilities, a glitch in a video game per se.That was the oddity, however... there were three of them. They should be rarer than this. By all looks, it would seem the bored male got with the lady of the group, a
Doyle's SecretThe wails of sirens pierced the air as Doyle walked down the street. He looked up, watching idly as three police cars sped past him, going far past the speed limit that citizens were allowed to drive.The young man shrugged and put his earphone back in his ear, brushing aside his sandy blonde hair in order to insert the earpiece. He continued home through the maze of mostly grey, sleek buildings, taking the long, winding route through the city.Finally, he unplugged his earbuds as he walked up to the concrete steps of his building. Like most of the residential buildings in this part of town, the apartment building was several stories high a
PowerA man from the local newspaper went to have an interview with a local farmer. After the introductions, they got to the issue at hand.“Now, you claim that not only have you witnessed alien life, but that it’s currently taken up residence at your farm.”“Yes, sir. It came to my door, and it could already speak English. I don’t know how, but it was already fluent. Even had the accent right. I don’t understand why nobody’s made a bigger fuss about this.”“A lot of people make claims about alien sightings. Since there’s never been substantial evidence supporting these claims, we’ve never g
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