Recent Ficlets

Residing Dreams (Chapter 193)

2008-10-13T13:37:53Z

I knew in the back of my mind that Casimir’s family situation was a bit worse than mine.He hadn’t been shown nearly as much love as me.I secretly believed that if it weren’t for having a mother in the first four years of his life,Casimir wouldn’t be alive.His heart would become hallow with emptiness and anguish.Perhaps the same thing was happening anyways,only slower.In the end,the same thing would result.I shivered whenever I thought about it.I dare say that Casimir dying would be almost as terrible as if my father died.I couldn’t stand either thought.So I did as Dad told me, and focused on the happy aspects of life.I recalled how my heart skipped a beat whenever Casimir told me that I was keeping him alive;truly alive.I wanted to marry him,yet I was afraid that one of us might die too soon,or that he would go into a deathly panic if we had a preemie.I wanted to hold him and kiss him until we were both blue in the face. But Casimir might pass out before then, I speculated.

Residing Dreams (Chapter 192)

2008-10-13T13:11:04Z

One day, as I sat with Casimir in his room, we came across the matter of gender roles. “You know,” he said, “I deem I still would’ve been called a pansy, if I saw other people on a regular basis. I may not be gay, but I dare say I’m effeminate.” He put one perfectly manicured hand on mine. “But you’d stand up for something that really mattered, wouldn’t you?” I asked. “I’d sure try to,” he replied. “Like if someone was picking on you. Quite frankly, though, I don’t think I’d do much good if I were standing up to another boy. He’d probably just knock me down, and they’d have to carry me away on a a stretcher,” Casimir responded, somewhat wistfully; yet earnest too. I blushed. “As long as you tried,” I giggled. His face got serious for a moment. “It isn’t typical for boys to have eating disorders,” he said grimly. “And most kids don’t have homosexual parents,” I replied. We sat there for a moment, in silence. “But everything will be okay,” I said. Though it was hard to believe, it had to be true.

Stunned At HIM

2008-10-13T12:48:07Z

“Thanks, Cam!” i was really appreciative, he was sort of my hero in this moment.

“Hey there’s a few papers over there.” He jogged to get them. They had really flown down the hall. I suddenly remembered my poems! I began searching through all the pages frantically. Uh-oh! They’re not here! Crap! Cam!

I turned to find him reading the pages he held in his hand! My face turned crimson.

“You wrote these?”
“Mhm.” I squeaked.
“They’re good. They’re about the dance right?”
“Mhm.” I cleared my throat in preparation of explaining myself, but he interrupted.
“I probably shouldn’t have read them, I’m sorry. You’re face is really red. I’ll pretend I never saw them, okay?”
“Um, okay.” I was stunned. He would do this for me? He was perfect!
“Later.” He joined Ed and his other friends who had just arrived.

I went to my desk in my first period class. I had to sit down.
“There you are!” Amber poked her head in the door. “Come on!”
I was happy for the distraction. I left with her.

Daydreaming About HIM Causes Accident

2008-10-13T12:37:22Z

I woke the next morning excited. I knew things between Cam and I were still awesome. I had been overreacting yesterday. It felt great to know I was going to see HIM and we were cool.

I felt like skipping to school, but that would have been very uncool and attracted too much unwanted attention.

I thought about what Cam would say to me today, with more confidence, since at least Ed knew about us. And I opened my backpack to make sure my poems were still safe inside. I would kill my brother if he touched them!

In my daydreaming state, I didn’t notice the crowd of freshmen coming from the science hall. I ran right into them, and my backpack was knocked off my shoulder. My binder, and it’s contents flew everywhere.

The freshmen paused, eyes wide, because they had just smacked into a Junior and the social prerequisite was that the Junior would accuse them of being unobservant in some sort of demeaning language.

But I didn’t.

Suddenly Cam was there, grabbing my stuff and bringing it to me. I smiled.

Dangerous Diversion

2008-10-13T11:54:58Z

No more tests. No more Grandparents yapping in his ear. No more more girls, with their deceptive language and weird expressions. Just him and the road. Nothing but the purr of the engine, the hum of the tires, and the moans of the frigid wind against his rain-spattered helmet.
He could see his favorite turn up ahead, and accelerated. Faster, faster: he could taste the adrenaline pounding through his vanes as he started to turn, as he started to laugh, as he started to fly, as he started to hydroplane. No, no no! He frantically tried to win control of his bike as it fishtailed.
The birds stopped chirping: the trees moved without sound as the asphalt beckoned to him with savage accuracy. He screamed as his leg was grated against the painted lines – a smear of cherry on burnt toast. The terrible screeches of his metal baby filled his ears: Sparks from the road assaulted his neck and lips; and he was thrown, tumbling, through the saturated underbrush, his hand catching a street sign – ‘Slow: Dangerous when wet’

The Political Guys(GPS challenge)

2008-10-13T11:23:23Z

“You’re going to vote and that’s Final!” The fathers face slowly subsided from mauve to lavender. “You’re 18 now, and I think it’s time you act it!”
The solemn son glared out the side window, eyebrow bars reflecting the UV rays on to their newly acquired Magellan; apathetically charting their course to his ultimate doom as a registered citizen. He noticed through the hair guarding his face that they were taking a serpentine and circuitous route: His father noticed – by way of hate-drenched speech – the numerous red lights that were ensnaring them. The saturnine minor rolled his eyes “We’re almost on empty, genius. You just passed the gas station.”
The horn blared superfluously long.

In a voluminous leather chair, with the American flag proudly pinned behind it, sat the fallaciously presiding leader of the free world. Laptop open, he chortled incoherently at the satellite progress report: “I’mma have me a good laugh. Heh, I’ll give ‘em a good run fer their money.” He then decreed “Raise the gas prices!”

The Creation of All Mankind [THX: Life and Death Challenge]

2008-10-13T11:20:40Z

Frank wiped the sweat from his brow and the smudged clay from his hands onto his apron.
“Who next?”
Godot flicked through a long list of eulogies.
“Here we go. ‘Mary was a loving wife and mother of three wonderful children. Her help with the elderly will be dearly missed.’”
Frank pondered for a moment.
“Sounds like a brunette.” He began shaping the clay slab in front of him into a plump woman, with long hair and large, round glasses. “Whatcha reckon?”
Godot squinted. “I didn’t bring my glasses, but that will do.”
Frank took the clay model and tossed her into a pile of others. “This lot, are they all getting born today?”
“That’s the plan.” Godot sighed, and rubbed his forehead. “I wished we hadn’t changed to the current system. It was bad enough creating them from scratch, now we have to do it from their damn eulogy. I specifically told the writing department that not every middle-aged woman likes working with the elderly!”
“Should we stop?”
“No, no. We got 1000 more to do before knock-off. Let’s press on.”

Stupid Block [GPSC]

2008-10-13T10:42:39Z

“Are we there yet?” Ned groaned, dragging his feet.
“Just one more left, and we’ll be… oh, recalculating route.” Lex, eyes glued to the tiny GPS , failed to notice that they’d been walking in a 15 yard circle for the past 3 hours.
“I still think we should go right,” a disgruntled Ned mumbled, “but no, we had to use technology to walk to a stupid lodge, which, by the way, we could see from our site.”
Lex was too engrosed in the little blipping box inhis hand to notice the rant. “I wonder why it keeps telling us to go left…”
Ned was ready to explode. “Because it’s a stupid block!” he shouted. “Why are you listening to the stupid block?”
Lex looked up reproachfully. “Hey, it’s hard to read a semi-transparent GPS ,” he whimpered.
Transparent? Ned snatched the GPS from Lex’s hand, then turned it over.
“Take right turn in 15 yards,” its computerized voice said coolly.
Ned tossed the GPS over his shoulder & dragged a stunned Lex up the trail. “Why did I listen to the stupid block?” he grumbled.

20 months later [20 Minutes Later Writing Prompt]

2008-10-13T07:05:13Z

20 minutes later, and the tip of the cigarette spat one last gasp of a flame before smoldering to ash. I miss smoking sometimes; I deserved that last one.

“So, the Dever’s are sending Jason to Cornell,” I said, hunched over the balcony railing watching them load the minivan. “Architecture school.”

“I’ve seen the forts he built in the back yard,” Jim said, “and I advise you staying out of any of his buildings.”

I sighed. “I miss you Jim. I wish you’d have tried a little harder,” I said. I stretched and flicked the butt in the general direction of the Devers.

“All those books, I didn’t read them,” he says. “They just sat there on the shelf looking much smarter than me.”

“You should have read them, Jim,” I scolded, “you could have beat it.”

“I know,” he said, his voice shrinking. “You gave me good advice, but I wasn’t listening.”

He didn’t take my advice or I wouldn’t be sitting here, alone, imagining him talking to me again. His blues eyes continued to stare at me, unmoving, from our last family photo.

Deadly Glitch [GPS Challenge]

2008-10-13T06:27:27Z

Murder makes me depressed. Still.

Det. Haley was first-on. She was smoking at the crime scene which meant there was likely a shit-load of blood. I hate blood.

“About time, Stiles,” she said. The glowing Marlboro lit up her face.

“Blood?” I asked.

“Yup. Shit-load.”

I gagged a little. “What can I do?”

She cracked a smile and took a drag. “Clean up the blood?” She laughed, exhaling. “Kidding. Help me bag the evidence.”

“Shitty neighborhood,” I said, looking up at the crumbling walk-up off French Road. “What in the hell are they doing here?”

She shrugged inside her wind-breaker. “Beat’s me. I sure as hell wouldn’t come down here without backup.”

I peered through the blood smeared window of the Mercedes and noticed a blinking dot on the dash. “Hey, what’s that on the GPS ?” I said, pointing.

She leaned over the victim. ”’French Gourmet’. What the hell is ‘French Gourmet’?”

It sounded familiar. “Isn’t that the chic French restaurant up in Ferndale?” I asked.

“Glitch? Someone should probably tell Garmin.”

The Mall

2008-10-13T05:19:02Z

They were a pair of friends… usually. Today, however, things were not quite so pleasant.

Though Billy and Nathan were together in their walk through the City Center Mall, they had not spoken to each other for at least ten minutes. It was a stupid dispute, they both knew full well, but pride kept them from patching things up. Besides that, they had been bickering a lot lately, and the friendship wasn’t exactly as healthy as it had once been – and it showed.

“Hey, Billy! Nathan!” The two of them stopped in place. They both knew full well who that voice was, and it wasn’t long before he was standing in front of them.

“Hi Jay,” answered Nathan, the tone of his voice still quite clearly bitter and his hands shoved into his pockets; inside one the blonde’s right hand fumbled with his money, at a loss for something else to do while in the opposite pocket his left hand did the same with lent.

But unfortunately, the subject wasn’t going to go unaddressed. “You two have been fighting again, haven’t you?”

Doctor

2008-10-13T03:21:23Z

Dear Son,

You coulda been a doctor like your brother, or a lawyer like your uncle Elmo, but nooo.

Love, Dad

Only one in the Office [GPS Challenge]

2008-10-13T03:07:35Z

Nothing I hate worse than having to find my way around a newly remolded office building.

The boss left an envelope on my desk, suggesting I return it to repro. Now it was up to me to find repro. The room I was looking for was 22J107. I assumed that meant it was on the 22nd floor.

In the elevator I reached for the 22nd floor button, only to find, to my chagrin there was no 22nd floor. The elevator door shushed closed before I could stop it and began to rise.

At the next floor I exited the elevator and walked down the carpeted hall until I reached a door with a number on it. 33P465. Must be a lower floor I mused. I re-entered the elevator and pressed First.

At the main floor I turned left and walked…. and walked. There were no numbers on the doors. I stepped into an office and asked where repro was. They called my boss to make sure I worked there.

Once the delivery was made I returned to my office, only to find a small GPS unit on my desk.

Darker

2008-10-13T02:15:07Z

It’s a sickness of the spirit, an inevitable evil. Taking over, clawing at my insides. Climbing out.

I’ve fought it for so long, thinking I could push it down so far that nobody would be able to sense it. Stamp it out so only I was aware of the invisible infliction spreading silently through my thoughts.

But it keeps building, and the evil must be satisfied.

I don’t want to fight anymore.
It will win.

Life and Times of Andrew Beck- part 11

2008-10-13T02:14:28Z

It was so cold. Cold Cold cold. That was all I felt. But I was determined. I was going to at least save this baby, even if I die in the process.

I already had her in my hands before we had hit the water. But when I did the frigid temperature of it knocked all the air out of me. I kept Melanie’s head above the water the entire time though.

God it was so cold.

I then managed to pull ourselves up onto a shore, allowing myself to get a good look at this child of mine.

She was blue. Which couldn’t be a good thing.

“Oh god. This can’t be good at all.” I looked left and right, not seeing anyone around. “Hello!” I rasped as loud as I could.

“God Damn it.” I whispered, “What have I gotten into?”

And I quickly wrapped myself around the small frame of Melanie’s and shivered in the cold, hoping I was keeping her warm and alive.

I heard her wimper quietly as tears came down my face, knowing how I had screwed everything up because of my own selfish reasons.

Residing Dreams (Chapter 191)

2008-10-13T02:08:47Z

If no one ever went againt the grain, for good or for bad, then the world wouldn’t be as evolved and wise. Perhaps this could be achieved merely by taking a look at the foolish mistakes, triumphs, as well as trials and errors of mankind. So while I knew that there were some things which no one would ever want to happen, they still held potential truth and innovations. I could still never give up on the belief that everything happened for a reason. No matter what me, my father, Casimir, his father, or anyone else had to go through, our hearts were capable of growing softer; though many things had hardened them. After all, even though you may get wounds from the battles, you are always able to gain courage, strength, and hope from the war.

Residing Dreams (Chapter 190)

2008-10-13T01:59:05Z

Casimir was two months younger than me, yet I was still in love with him. Never mind that people often assumed that a man had to be stronger, older, brawnier, stronger, and bigger than the woman he was with. I believed that for a while too, but then I realized that love doesn’t have to be so set in stone, not to mention vainly shallow. Romantic love was about two people who cared deeply enough about each other to do anything to keep them alive. While my opinions on homosexuality weren’t set in stone either, I knew that it wasn’t one of those things which ‘wasn’t supposed to ever happen in the world.’ I thought it would be much easier if everyone was born straight, and not too soon either. But then I realized that those kinds of things were part of God’s plan too, as hard as it was to believe. So the next time I thought about judging someone who was different than me, I thought twice.

Residing Dreams (Chapter 189)

2008-10-13T01:47:29Z

For a while, I decided to settle on the truth dwelling in the middle ground. I grew up in unconventional circumstances, though sometimes one had to look closely to see it. If a stranger in passing had just seen me, all alone, then they wouldn’t know about my father, they wouldn’t know about Casimir, and they wouldn’t know how much I truly knew what it was like to be persecuted for being different. It didn’t take very long for me to realize that the tiny beast of normality had been locked up in a cage. People had every right in the world to call me different. Yet I learned such a valuable lesson from differences that I would always think twice before judging someone else. I was adopted, and didn’t know who my parents were; nor was it a top priority to find out. I was randomly discovered in a hospital room. My father was a homosexual, but that didn’t change the fact that he loved me very much. I was friends with a boy who had never gone to school with other children.

Best Night of My Life

2008-10-13T01:39:24Z

The music was loud and pulsing. Adrenaline was rushing through my veins. There was a smile on my face and I was positively glowing.

He walks up next to me and says, well yells over the music, “Wanna dance?”

I just smile and move over in front of him. When his hands touch my hips, my heart skips a beat. We immediately fall into rythme together. I place my hands over his and he laces his fingers through mine. I lean back into him and he rests his head on my shoulder.

The song changes, and the tempo increases, but we don’t miss a beat. We change simutaniously and continue together at the faster beat.

Suddenly the music dies and a slow song comes on. I turn and wrap my arms around his neck as he slides his hands around my waist, keeping my close. I look up into his liquid blue eyes and smile. He returns my smile, holding me even closer.

We stay like that for awhile, until his eyes flicker down. He leans in slowly, and so do I. As our lips met, butterflies explode in my chest and we both just smile.

Residing Dreams (Chapter 188)

2008-10-13T01:37:07Z

When I considered everything; truly thought about the essence of my life and the dreams which resided inside of everyone, one thing was clear. Traditionalism was something not I nor those around me could ever achieve. It was a lifestyle that none of us had lived; a mold we could never completely fill. Sometimes we forgot what we would never be like, as well as all that we were capable of becoming. My father could be free and joyful again, and Casimir could experience life. He could see the world and all of the unexpected surprises it had to offer. But both of them had a long way to go, as did myself. I recalled the day when Casimir was laying in bed, with the IV in his arm. “There are lots of things that aren’t supposed to happen, yet they still do,” I had said to him. That fact was forever true us, in a sense. But I thought back to all of the times my father had told me that everything happened for a reason, for it was all a part of God’s plan.

Geocaching (GPS challenge)

2008-10-13T01:20:51Z

We had hiked for about an hour on the trail, gear on our backs, following the numbers on the little tiny GPS device.
There was a blip where we could find the treasure. It blinked tantilizingly green on the screen.

“You sure we’re going the right way?” Tommy called out. He was really panting, sweat was dripping from his nose.

“Yes! The blip is getting closer!” Our fearless leader, Patti declared. She was full of hare-brained ideas, like going Geocaching on the hottest day of the year in Yosemite National Park.

After driving several hundred miles, eating tiny bags of potato chips and orange crackers with peanut butter substances, we were not prepared for a 5 mile hike uphill in 90 degree weather!

“I think we passed that tree before!’ Complained Will, who was logically getting more frustrated.

“It’s just over his ridge!” yelled Patti, trudging forward with a momentum the rest of us had lost minutes ago.

“Can we rest?” I begged, my shins killing me.

“Where’d the blip go?” Patti asked, confused.
We groaned.

Life and Times of Lorraine Dakota- part 37

2008-10-13T01:16:53Z

I screamed. I screamed and ran to the edge of the bridge and looked over.

But all I saw was the muddy, unclear, foamy water. “No. nononononono!!!” I screamed, “NOT MY BABY !!! NOT MY FUCKING BABY !!!” I felt myself climbing up over the bridge wall myself to jump in to get Melanie and Andrew only to feel Nick’s arms around my waist, pulling me back. I kicked in protest, “No!! Let me get them!! Let me!”
“No, Lorraine. Relax the police are finding them right now. Don’t risk yourself.”
“Forget myself. MY BABY IS OUT THERE NICK !!”
“Lorraine be reasonable.”
“NO!!! The police did squat when they were here before. So they won’t do anything now! Now get…your….damn…hands….off me!!!” I screeched. This frightened him enough to jump back, letting me go.

And instead of rushing back to the edge of the bridge I dropped down the the ground, sobbing hysterically.

My poor Melanie. She can’t be gone. She just can’t. God is unjust if he already took her away from me.

As I was sobbing I prayed for a miracle.

220 Ficlets! After, Like, A Year, Finally....The If You Could Do Anything Challenge

2008-10-13T00:57:50Z

I’ve reached 220 ficlets, and I feel weird, because I haven’t been on ficlets in about a month. It makes me feel guilty because at one point I was obsessed with ficlets, and I’m rambling, so here’s the challenge…

Write a ficlet [[as long as you’d like]] that describes you doing what you would do if you could do anything. Confusing, I know, but here, if you don’t get it, here’s an example…

Say, you want to bungee jump, then you could possibly write:

I felt the air as I fell faster and faster towards the awaiting ground…

Good luck!

Bonne chance! (French)

Viel Glück! Alles Gute! (German)

Καλὴ τύχη! (Greek)

Powodzenia! (Polish)

dear dad

2008-10-13T00:57:42Z

dear dad,
im not sure of anything anymore, im not sure of what to do, who to talk to, where to go, im not sure of what to say, to think
to believe
i wish i knew what you wanted from me, wish i could have been exactly what you thought i should be
maybe if i was i could have kept you around longer
i never made you happy, and at the same time i was the only one who could
i miss you so much, i wish that i could hear you scream at me one more time
im too young to be without a father, im only a kid dad, why did you leave me alone?
i dont know, dad, my lifes just a blur, i can focus on anything
please, you left me alone for so long, you walked out on me so many times
why did you have to do it again?
i loved you dad
sincerley your son

Poetry About HIM

2008-10-13T00:47:18Z

“Wait!” I shouted a bit too loudly for the distance we were apart.
“I.. uh.. was wondering if you ever, like, got online? at home? after school?” I stammered.
“Yeah, but my parents have weird rules about chatting and surfing and stuff.”
“Oh.” My face fell.
“Catch you later?”
“Sure, later.”

I walked slowly up to my front door. I’d wanted to chat with him, but that was out of the question.

Instead of doing my homework I found myself thinking of him. So I succumbed to the pressure and took out a sheet of paper and wrote:

I wanna be
Held in your arms
Softly swaying

I wanna be
Nestled on your chest
Breathing you in

I wanna be
Lost in your eyes
Seeing your love

Then I quickly stuffed the paper into my binder so my brother wouldn’t find it. He’s always snooping around in my room when I’m gone. I needed to keep it with me.

Writing that felt so good. After I finished my homework I rewarded myself with another poem, then I went to bed thinking of HIM .

Favors

2008-10-13T00:36:34Z

My phone rang. Who calls at 5 in the afternoon?
“Hello?”
“Um, hey babe. Could you do me like the biggest favor ever?” Cynthia asked me in a worried, shaky voice.
“Yeah babe, whatcha need?”
“Could you come pick me up? Brad normally gives me a ride home but…I don’t think that’ll work today.”
“I guess, yeah. What’s the address?”
She gave me some numbers, a road name and hung up with a, “Thank you so much. Love you!”

I turned onto the road and pulled up to the house she had told me to go to. All I could think way god. damn. the thing was HUGE .
I knocked on the door, which Cynthia answered in a few seconds. “Aw, thank you Jake! I really didn’t wanna walk 15 miles.” She said with a smile.
This comment barely registered with me because I was wayyy too preoccupied with the fact that all she was wearing was a towel. I pulled my eyes off her legs and focused on her face (quite a feat if I may say so myself). “Anytime. Hey, I got a question…well two actually…and those may lead to more questions.”“

We Interrupt This Regularly Scheduled..(challenge) Lubricat-All

2008-10-13T00:06:13Z

Couple sits on porch swing, it starts squeaking, the couple frowns, disgusted.

They get up and open the door to enter their house and it squeaks also. They look at each other and over-exaggerate a puckered “oh no!”

Announcer voice over begins..

“Are you tired of obnoxious squeaks, creaks, and squeals from your home?
Try new Lubricat-All!
The perfect solution for all your hinges, hooks, and rotating metal parts!”

Couple each uses tube of Lubricat-All on the door hinge, squeaky drawer, and swing chain. They smile after each fixed problem.

“Best of all, Lubricat-All is safe for the environment! It contains no harsh chemicals, and is laytex free!”

Couple is shown in pajamas, stretching and going to bed.
“You’ll sleep soundly knowing all your squeaky noises are taken care of!”

Couple climbs in to bed and the springs squeak. The couple pause with surprised looks on their faces, then whip out the tube of Lubricat-All for the camera and smile!

Laugh track plays.

Then Theme jingle for Lubricat-All sounds off.

GPS CHALLENGE

2008-10-13T00:05:54Z

hello,

I have a challenge for all ficleteers. ahem… I, pianoman, doth challenge my fellow ficleteers to wright about …...a gps system gone bad. Randum i know! Think about it though. Alot of people have them. They are fairly recent so the company could still be working out the kinks. They tell us were to go. We have no option but to listen to them and follow. Is this a little creepy to anyone else but me?!! I think this story idea has potential. It could be scary or hilariouse. if you choose to enter i can’t wait to see what you can come up with!!!

Walking home with HIM

2008-10-12T23:40:38Z

We left the school and the fresh air an sunshine was invigorating!

I decided to just listen to Cam and Ed, get a feel for what was really going on.
“So, I need you to help me get past the Briny Deep Warlock, so I can unlock the Dark Shield of Ratfink.”
“Sure, Ed! First we have to walk Beth home.”
“What’s up with you two? I mean last week Beth didn’t exist! No offense.” I shrugged.
“Well, I uh, asked her to the dance.”
“Whoa! Since when do you dance?” Ed jibed. Cam blushed a little and swung playfully at him. Ed dodged easily and laughed.

“So are you two like a couple, now?”
“Well..” Cam looked at me.
“Let’s just start with the dance, okay?” I blushed and smiled. I didn’t want to admit my infatuation in front of Ed. And Cam looked pleased with this suggestion, after all he had warlocks to defeat!

We arrived at my house too soon. “Here I am! Thanks guys for walking me home!” I was overly friendly; a display of willingness to conform for him.

“Later!” said Ed and he started walking.
“Bye Beth,” Cam breathed.

Life and Times of Lorraine Dakota- part 36

2008-10-12T22:20:46Z

“Andrew!” I shrilled again, sobbing at the disturbing sight before me: Andrew holding my Melanie over a river. He was currently studying Melanie with indesicion in his eyes. “Andrew!” I screamed again, “Don’t do this.”
“The hell I will!” He screamed back, “Because of this-thing my life has been destroyed. Because of this thing I lost you. So I’m going to end this by dropping her.”
My jaw dropped in surprise. I looked towards Nick who merely shrugged. I turned my head to face where Andrew stood and closed my eyes passively. “I love you Andrew. Please, don’t do this.” I whispered this so softly that I was surprised to see that Andrew heard me, “What?”
“I love you.” It was a lie, but as long as this lie was going to save Melanie. I smiled when I saw resolve run across Andrew’s countenance. He wasn’t going to do it. I turned my gaze to Melanie, who was crying.
And slipping out of her shirt.
“Andrew!” I screamed, pointing to her. But it was too late.
She tumbled towards the frothy water.
Andrew followed her