Recent Ficlets

Surprise! Not Really. :)

2008-11-21T21:54:15Z

She finishes the breakfast I made her and I bring the tray back downstairs. I come back up and she tells me to come back to bed.As we lie there together she says “Let’s stay in bed all day; just cuddle together until the sun goes down.” I look in her eyes.

“Sounds good to me.” I snuggle up to her and we fall asleep. Hours go by, people call and text. The only thing in the world right now is me and her.

It’s about 5 o’clock now and we’re both awake once again. This may be the best time to do it. I think to myself. I reach into the bottom drawer in my night table.

“What are you doing?” she asks me with great curiosity in her voice. “Just grabbing something.” She sits up and I get off the bed and onto my knees. “Oh my God!” she says and covers her mouth.

“Will you marry me?” I open the little box containing the ring I had bought for her and only her. “Yes! Of course I will marry you!” She starts crying as she leaps into my arms. She’s giggling like a school girl as I put the ring on her finger.

From Scoutbot To Scoutie

2008-11-21T21:30:07Z

ScoutBot825 System Commands…

Robotic Rule Voilated…

Lie commited…

Bot Commands…

Stop…

[ Sound Identifier Activated ]
Emma Is Screaming.

Overriding Master Control…

Run…

[ Communication System Activated ]
Get away from my baby!
Mommy!
I Have Returned Your Child.
Mommy, he helped me, this is scoutie.
Scoutie?
Your new name silly.
This Area Is Dangerous I Must Evacuate You And Emma From The Premisis.

[ New Mission Recognized ]

Evacuate Humans…

[ Communicating ]

Follow Behind Me.

Bot Commands…

Find Nearest Exit…

[ Surveying ]

Exit Noted…

Vent…

[ Communicating ]

We Must Exit Through The Vent.
Why should we trust you?
My Cal….
Mommy, he helped me. He can help us too, right?
Ok, go.

Aww.. Cute

2008-11-21T21:30:06Z

Sunshine flooded in the room and I woke to see her lying beside me. The light from the sun shone so brightly upon her like I had never seen before. Her hair was bright orange in the sun and her skin as smooth and soft as porcelain.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me as I gently stoked her hair. “Good morning,” she whispered softly to me. “Good morning, beautiful,” I whispered back and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll be right back,” I told her, “stay right here.” I get out of bed and head downstairs.

I stand infront of the fridge thinking What should I make her for breakfast? “I got it!” I say with excitement. About 15 minutes later I head back upstairs. She sees what I have for her and she sits up with excitement and smiles the sweetest smile.

“Aww.. You shouldn’t have,” she says delicately. “Anything for you, love,” I reply. She blushes when I call her love. “I love you so much,” she gently says as I place the tray on the bed above her legs. “I love you too.”

In My Dreams

2008-11-21T21:13:41Z

In my dreams my power grows.
In my dreams no one can stop me.
In my dreams, I am a lord, a king of the galaxy, a mighty emperor.

I know this dream will someday become a reality.
I know that somehow, with all of my strength, I can bend the universe to my own will.
I know, but I don’t know how this is going to happen.

I’ve decided my mission in life is to see it through.

-Palpatine, age 12. Excerpt from “Hopes and Dreams.” The Journal of Sidious: 1-2.

What Tommy's Rifle Did: Part 2

2008-11-21T20:46:35Z

My cousin, Tommy, lay on his back, his hands up by his head. His eyes were closed. My arm strained under the weight of his body. I struggled to stay in control of myself as I rolled him off of me with my good arm, and took a good look at his torn, bloody shirt, his black eye, and his slack jaw. My body began to tremble and my head spun. With Tommy gone, there was no one shoot the buffalo on the railroad, and that meant no free ride. I certainly had no money for a ticket, and even if I did, they were all sold out anyway.

I looked down at Tommy’s bag, and , with a sudden new hope, reached inside. But of course that man had taken all of our spare change. More tears came, but, ashamed and trying to be brave, I wiped them away. “Tommy, you fool boy. Why did you do it? Why did you chase him?” I whispered to the body sprawled in front of me. A sudden searing pain ran through my arm and I realized it must be broken. I need a doctor… a voice in my head said. I moaned.

What Tommy's Rifle Did: Part 2

2008-11-21T20:46:25Z

in for the kill

2008-11-21T20:27:53Z

she like fishing.
that’s the simplest explanation for all of this.
I am busting my fucking BALLS to let this girl know how I feel about her, and she is, quite frankly, paying me no nevermind.
she likes the thrill of the hunt: the chase, the catch, the kill.
but I was dead before the first date came to a close, and now she’s bored.
fuck.
I even went looking for apartments IN HER NEIGHBORHOOD . her online profile stated that she wanted to date someone living in the north east end… so I figured, “why not? what if she DOES decide to let me in before spring? she’s gonna want to keep me close, right?”
jesus! what am I DOING ? if she ever found out that I spent the afternoon trawling her neighborhood in some Italian building manager’s SUV , she’d have a restraining order on me so fast it would make my head spin. and I’m not even a threat!

yet…

Leaving

2008-11-21T20:18:11Z

I walk into my silent house. Usualy there was never a peacful moment around here what with my parents constently fighting.

“Hello?” I call out. I get no answer so I walk to my garage. I look and see Dad’s car is home but Mom’s is gone. Odd…

“Dad?” I call again, walking upstairs.

“In here.” I hear his voice, but it sounds stressed and years older then it had this morning.

“What’s going on?” I ask as I enter his room, stopping short as I see him zipping a suitcase.

“I’m sorry, Sweetie.” Dad says, his voice cracking. He comes up to me and wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him. I hear a sob escape his lips and my heart breaks.

“Dad! No, don’t leave.” I beg, tears slowly rolling down my cheecks. Dad pulls away and I notice his cheeks are tearstained.

“I have something for you.” He tells me, handing me a bag and wiping my cheeck. He kisses my head and then takes his bag and walks out of the room. In the bag is a stuffed animal and a note that reads:

I’ll always love you

I am what I am-- intro part 3

2008-11-21T19:38:46Z

“It says we have to make a music video of a Jonas song.”
“We can either sing it ourselves or use a track of our own.”
“And it cant be a picture video it has to have us actually filming.”
Max looked up at Jamie then to me. I could not believe this we could actually get our front row seats at last! All we have to do is shoot a video, but of what song? I was feeling on doing Hello Beautiful since we have a girl we can use her as the girl in the song but I don’t have any plans. But Jamie and Max were looking at me for an answer.

“What?!”
“I don’t have a plan this time!” I exclaimed.
“Max how much time do we have until we have to submit the video?” Jamie asked.
“Umm lemme see here…Three days.” he said

We were devastated how are we going to win the concert and meet the Jonas Brothers and Demi Lovato? We have no equipment, time, and we don’t know what song we want to sing. I really wanted to meet Demi and confess my love to her but it doesn’t seem like it is going to happen.
We are royally screwed.

I am what I am-- intro part 2

2008-11-21T19:38:01Z

“Well, we can always go first thing tomorrow!” Jamie said hopefully.
“Chyeah we’d be lucky to have seats in the parking lot!” I told her.
Max was still sitting there watching tv. He was really into it. Then his jaw dropped. I told him to turn up the volume.

italic_Are you a Jonas fan?
Would you want free tickets to their Burning Up tour?
Would YOU like to meet Nick, Kevin, and Joe?
How about Demi Lovato?
Well we have a contest for you!
Just go to www.contest4u.com/JB!!!!_italic

Max sprung up from the couch and darted to my laptop. He went to the site And read the rules.

I am what I am-- intro part 1

2008-11-21T19:35:30Z

Introduction…

Alex was just sitting on the window peering out looking at the rainy typhoon previously known a his front porch. Alex was listening to his I-pod, jamming out to the Jonas Brothers. He was angry with a stern look to his face thinking about what had just happened. Alex was not alone his friends Max and Jamie were there too. Max is a Jonas fan as well as Jamie. All three were highly disappointed.

Alex’s pov:

“Oh my God! Mom really can piss me off!” I screamed in to the pillow to my right. Max was just staring at my television on my couch while Jamie was just staring at me.
“What is my Mom complaining about? “
“It is just a drizzle why can’t she take us to the revenue to get our front row seats?!”
As I said this a strong gust of wind blew the tree branches and threw them in the street causing a minor road block. I quickly pulled the blinds down. I saw Jamie she was looking at me again she was about to say something to raise our spirits.

him part 14

2008-11-21T19:24:00Z

Kristine walked into the kitchen the next morning to see her mom making breakfast. She stood there rubbing the sleep frm her eyes and sat down at the table.
“Good morning, how did you sleep last night?” Her mom asked calmly.
“Just fine..” Kristine mumbled sarcasticly. Her mother sat a plate of food in front of her and hugged her.
“I have to go into work early today.” Her mom said. “Ill be leaving in about five minutes.
“Alright” Kristine mumbled staring at the plate of food in front of her. She couldnt bring herself to eat anything.
A few minutes later her mom left and she was still in the kitchen. Then she realized.. she was home alone.

bullygirls (26)

2008-11-21T16:28:59Z

She took the scissors from Karen and seemed to consider cutting the strings straining to hold Stephanie’s top up…but stopped before actually cutting them.

Stephanie whimpered plaintively.

She seemed to consider cutting away the ends of the bikini cups, pulling one away from Stephanie’s breast and almost snipping off the end before hesitating and letting the cup snap back, eliciting another whimper from Stephanie as the elastic snapped against her skin.

She then turned her attention to the bikini bottom and started to cut away the front of the bikini as Stephanie looked on in horror, but stopped short of actually cutting any of the material.

“I don’t know, Karen,” she said, “she’s an unfaithful bitch and deserves a little humiliation to teach her a lesson, but-”

“Just cut the fat bitch’s suit already,” Donna interrupted with a shout. “I knew you couldn’t do it! And you won’t do anything to me or Linda either, so put those scissors down and get the hell out of here before you’re in even more troub-”

firestarter

2008-11-21T14:40:35Z

It started with cockroaches and matches. No, it really started much earlier than that. It started with the ants and a magnifying glass. The sizzle, crackle and then a pop (almost like rice crispies) and then the sweet smell of burnt chitin. Cockroaches were more fun since they were larger and they had wings.

I still remember the day I found a stray kitten. I must have been about 10. It mewled so helplessly. The sounds it made when I set it on fire was like music to my ears. And the smell of burnt hair at first, then of flesh and finally of bone was just heavenly, enough to give me a ravenous appetite.

I progressed via dogs to street children. Nobody misses them. I promise them food, and once in my grasp, I take them to the chamber and tie them up. I build a pyre around their feet. They will beg and plead, but their screams will always be silenced as the air gets sucked out of their lungs.

Afterwards, when I order my steak rare, I replay the scene in my head. It makes the meat and wine taste so much better.

The opposite of now, part 2

2008-11-21T13:14:42Z

It all started innocently enough, as these thing always do. The three of us had been friends since grade school: Bob, the hyper-brilliant MIT prof; Steve, the Wall Street banker, and me, the real estate developer. We were sitting around, solving the world’s problems, when Steve mentioned some time-travel movie he had just seen.

“Time travel,” Bob scoffed, “is an absurd idea. We can’t travel in time because time is also moving. We’d have to…” He slowed. “We’d have to…” He grew glassy-eyed. “Oh, my.”

And just like that, he intuited the principles behind the Static Inter-Dimensional Relativity Alteration Transport. Yep, the name’s a mouthful, but Steve insisted on it, grinning.

What Bob had realized was this: time moves like a river, and we move with it. The past is never in the same place, relative to us or anything. But by somehow causing the occupant to stop moving through time, the device let him move around time. Or something, I don’t know. Dumb, eh?

So why am I standing alone in an empty basement?

The Nature of God and Space

2008-11-21T06:33:56Z

I’ve seen the face of God, ten thousand light years across, and tonight I will rejoin the stars. I will breathe in the vinegar scent of creation as the microbes of a hundred billion urths stretch past the bonds of time and space into pools of dust and ice.

I will traverse the barrier of flesh to find myself reborn, spreading across the darkness like a spiderweb. I will find my emptiness to be an old friend, but this time I will not fear him. As he takes me in his arms, he and I will drift slowly outwards, into a cold and inviting dark. And if we shall find we are not really alone in this venture, in this subtle and effortless escape from the flesh, then perhaps we will breathe a sigh of relief. But if we find that we are, indeed, all that ever was and ever need be, then the silence will ring no clearer than it has before.

Tonight, when I reclaim my place in an ocean of light, I will numb my weary legs with clouds of comets. And at last I will be relieved to find myself one with nonexistence.

Dr. Rosen Who Had No Daughter

2008-11-21T05:39:38Z

Quiet, portly Dr. Rosen lived in the attic with four identical tan suits and a hot plate and that was about it. He smoked peculiar-smelling cigarettes and taught physics.

Or so I’m told. I never saw him on campus. I don’t even think he left his room more than a handful of times while I was there. Nevertheless, he was always on the outskirts of my consciousness in that strange place, loitering in the shadows of my daily life.

Petra knew him a little better, having shared a smoke or two with him. Once, as her father was leaving after one of his frequent visits from the Great White North, she and I were standing on the porch waving our goodbyes when I caught a glimpse of Dr. Rosen rounding the corner of the house. All I saw was the mumbling spectre’s round, tear-streaked face and a flash of tan as he disappeared through the door.

She gave me a decidedly Nordic look of compassion. She was good at those. And at other things.

“He has no daughter.” She shrugged.

I didn’t suppose I needed to know more.

The Friendship of the Bottle

2008-11-21T05:31:15Z

I fall limp into the tattered clutches of the lime green couch I picked up at the Salvation Army. A spring digs into my right thigh, and I welcome the pain. At least I can feel something.

A dim glow paints my tortured shadow on the wall as I change channels on the TV to some unheard beat. I get into a steady, dazed rhythm of pressing “channel up” on the remote, interspersed with a random sigh. Wash, rinse, repeat.

The batteries give out when I reach some date hotline infomercial. “Call now to talk to awesome singles just like you,” the woman on the screen beckons. I’ve been down that road before. Defeated, I get up from the couch and punch the power button on the TV.

Standing in my living room, I waver a bit, back and forth; my head turns to the kitchen. A tiny smile invades my face as I see a half-empty bottle of Jack perched on the fridge. I force my legs to wander in that direction and pull the bottle down.

“I’m not really alone with you around.” I get no response from the bottle now kissing my lips.

Controversial Challenge (Euthanasia)

2008-11-21T04:05:13Z

Lisa had been iffy about volunteering at the animal shelter, when her mother suggested it. She had never been allowed pets, but Mom said Lisa needed the community service hours, and she had friends there.
Lisa loved it almost immediately. She’d never been around animals much, and she was cautious around them, but she soon learned that respect was the best way to go with even the gentlest of them.
The part she hated, though, was when the time came when an animal had stayed too long unclaimed. She wished she could adopt all of them, those pitiful creatures who went to death merely for being unloved. She saw one dog claimed just two hours before his alotted time was up, and she thought it was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen happen. She understood euthanasia for old animals, animals who were suffering and deserved release, but it seemed cruel to her to kill healthy animals.
Why offer shelter if you were only willing to give it for a certain amount of time, before killing the refugee?

For Poetry

2008-11-21T03:47:39Z

I cross out these lines
Of argumentative and disproportional lyrics
That only signal half of the heart I have
One issue, one mind set
I can’t help, but to think of rhymes
It’s what I do

I put my pen to paper
And recite words of thought
Demanding of my heart
You read and you don’t
I listen and record
The sound that beats in my chest
If only for the moment that is satisfying

So I write
Write ideas, thoughts, and figures
Write stories, opinions, and feelings
I write for the hope of saving
Not only you, but myself
I write and write and write

For poetry is the beauty of mankind
Poetry is the love of a man and wife
Poetry is the essence of hope
Poetry is everyone and everything
Poetry is whatever I want it to be

First Day of Dread High 5

2008-11-21T03:35:06Z

“Claire, are you ok?” asked Chris after lunch. “Oh, I’m…. I’m fine.” i lied. “Are you sure? You seemed a little quiet last period. Was it something I said?”. I just stared blankly at him. What to do, what to do?? “Umm.. Actually yes, it was. What you said about Carly. That was pretty mean”. Oh my gosh. What did i just do. Gosh, I hope he’s not mad. I can see it in the headlines now. ‘Claire Westbridge defends fatty Carly Fickle and offends Chris Schooter, One of the best track stars EVER !’. Great. “Oh, did I um.. offend you?” he asked me, in such a tender and sweet voice. “Well, no. But it was pretty mean what you guys said. Think of the ridicule she gets every day. She just.. Doesn’t deserve it..”. I am dumb. “Oh, ok. I’ve never thought of it that way. I’m sorry. But you see, if I don’t go along with it, my friends will make fun of me, too”. Wow. We must be twins. “You really should stand up for yourself. Don’t take that shit from them. You have your own mind”. What am I doing? I must be stoned..

Drawing

2008-11-21T03:30:18Z

“You new?” the kid across from me asked, absorbed in a sheet of paper in his hands.

“Yeah,” I replied, not moving my eyes from Parker.

“Cool. What’s your name?” He glanced up, and back down, doodling in the corner of the page.

“Uh…” Just my name, that’s all he was asking.. “Oh, right.. Raine.”

“Rain? Precipitation?” He smiled, muffling a short laugh.

“Uh-huh.” I kept gazing at Parker, and I was a bit baffled by the fact that he hadn’t noticed me.

The teacher handed me a sketchbook and told me it was a free day, then went into a huge explanation of what a free day meant.. which was pretty self-explanatory, at least to me.

I walked to the front of the room, pulled a little piece of charcoal out of the wooden box on her desk, and returned to my seat. People watched me; I wished they would look away.

Going back to my empty book, I didn’t focus on anything as I started swirling the medium aimlessly against the paper.

“What are you drawing?”

I spun around, to see Parker staring at my book.

First Day of Dread High 4

2008-11-21T03:14:36Z

Turns out her name was Carly Fickle. She’s also a new student. And at that very moment I felt so bad for that poor girl. Chris just looked at me and said, “I’d love to see her try to run on the track team. Say, shes got more rolls than a bakery! Now picture THAT on the track team!”. I was pissed. I mean how can they make fun of some one like that? Is it really that funny to make fun of a fat person? Because I, myself, don’t find any humor in it whatsoever. Just then Chris broke my thoughts. “What do you think?” And i didn’t know he was talking to me, so it took a minute for me to comprehend. “Umm.. I really don’t know..” is all I said. And at that moment, I didnt know what to say. Do I agree with my fiends and make fun of her? Or do I stick up for her and get made fun of myself? Crap. If only it didn’t involve such a hot popular jock…

The Everyday Diabetic Fears: day 4

2008-11-21T02:26:16Z

I cheered along with the rest of the girls; my voice louder than most. I was enjoying myself; I was definitely in the zone tonight. I ignored every sensation I felt.
Well..Most of them.
I did enjoy the feeling of the football team’s eyes on me. I suddenly felt light-headed, but shook the feeling off. It was time to stunt.
I took my place by Jamie’s side, ready. The dizziness was overwhelming now. I nodded; she jumped into my hands. I staggered beneath her weight. Odd; Jamie was merely eighty-five pounds. I couldn’t get her up. What was wrong with me tonight? And then I felt it. The shaking, the uncontrollable sweating. And the desire to kill myself.
Yep. My sugar was low, yet again.
I was stuck beneath my best friend; there was absolutely no way I was going to drop Jamie. So I staggered even more, the shaking getting faster and faster. I fought it as best I could, but soon the sensation was too much. Jamie came down safely, landing on my hip. I crumpled to the floor.
Welcome to my shit life.

Sariah Cowers in the Darkness

2008-11-21T02:23:42Z

Feeling very defeated indeed, Sariah crouches in a small, damp place. She has fled back here, treading on silent feet out of the night into the captive darkness. The world is still, reduced to four walls of concrete and the echoes of a suburban night.

She was out, under the stars. She was free, slipping like a gossamer ghost among the trees. Now the gentle curses of an ingenue tumble from her parched lips, recriminating and reverberating. Why must I be so weak and frightened? she asks, though the answer comes too quickly.

Princesses are pretty things, to be adorned and admired. They sit on high pedestals, above the rank and file. Such delicate and pretty things as princess are not to be touched, unless…

The darkness is the darkness, cold and mysterious.

Her home is her home, a familiar place to lay her head.

One is a place of unknown threats and veiled terrors.

The other has creature comforts calling to her weary body.

But a giant and a ogre are motivation enough to stay away, stay hidden.

Attach your lips to my soul, eat this sorrow away(manwhore series)

2008-11-21T01:50:36Z

“First kiss? No way, Peyton, your awesome at it…experienced is another word..” He teased.

“Ha, thanks..I’ll keep that in mind..you’re not so bad yourself..” I spoke.

He just stared at me again..like I was the most beautiful person in the world. I looked at myself and noticed all I was wearing were baggy gray sweatpants and a cami.

“Don’t worry..you look great” He reassured me.

“Thanks” I smiled at him, I then remembered that my parents were sleeping so I asked him to come outside with me instead..well, actually there was a park behind my house so we made our escape through the window.

I was trying to supress giggles as we made our way down.

Then we linked hands and headed to the park. We sat down in the grass and kept a grip on each other’s hands. I placed my other arm over his chest and looked at him..and just closed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming..

“What are you doing..you’re not going ot fall asleep on me are you?” He joked.

“No, I was making sure this wasn’t a dream”

I Heard Once

2008-11-21T01:37:55Z

If I want to scream
I wish I would
I wish I would scream for you
Scream at everyone who threw you down
Because I heard once that it was
“Good for the heart”

If I want to walk
I wish I would
I wish I would walk over to you
Walk over and pick you up
Because I heard once that
“Everyone needs a hand”

If I want to whisper
I wish I would
I wish I would whisper close to you
Whisper to the silence wrapped around your heart
Because I heard once that
“We all make mistakes”

The Loneliness of Life

2008-11-21T01:11:10Z

I am packed into the back corner of a bus, riding home. It is crowded full of people, but none of them notice me sitting by the window with longing eyes. Some have an emptiness on their faces that says they have given up long ago. Now they just go through the motions to make it look as if they are living.

I look out the window.It is not even five o’clock and already dark.Here and there a lamp or a neon sign are an island of brightness against the black as we pass.My stop is near.I reach out and pull on the worn yellow cord that runs along the side of the bus just above the windows.The bus driver stops the bus to let me off and then continues on down the road.

I hurry down the cold, dark winter street towards the lit doorway at the front of my building. My cold hands feel inside my coat pockets for the key. The metal is even colder than my hands. I use it to open the door and go in. I walk past the many plain doors in the hall to my apartment. Inside, I turn on a light, but it does not dispel the loneliness.

First Day of Dread High 3

2008-11-21T00:20:42Z

It turned out that we had two more classes together after that. It was official. I was finally happy today. Just when you thought my day couldn’t get any better, it totally did. Chris had lunch with me too. So when i seen him there i went extatic. Well in my mind anyway. He ran up to me and gave me a gigantic hug. “Wow.” He said. “And i thought this day couldn’t get any better”. Its like we shared a mind or something. So me and Chris went up to the lunch line. While we were in there, he introduced me to all of his buddies. I made 5 new friends right then and there. Lets see, there was Billy, Michael, Josh, Scotty and Pat. They were really awesome. But, you’re not going to like this part. While we were in the lunch line, something bad occured. “Look at that fatass!” said Josh. I w a s s t u n n e d. “Yea, how many chins do you think he has!” said Billy. And I looked over to see that Chris was laughing. Hysterically.

First Day of Dread High 2

2008-11-21T00:10:17Z

Well, i seemed to have kicked the locker hard enough to dent it ‘cause, well, that’s what happened. I dented the freaking locker. Yay. That felt kind of good. he broke my thoughts as he said, “Don’t worry. Your not the only one” and pointed to the locker diagnol from me. It had a very unnormal dent to it as well. “That would be my locker”, he snickered. And then I knew, I would totally dig that laugh. So i snickered too. “So, what’s your first class?” he asked me. “Um.. Biology, yours?”. “Same. What a small world!” Right then I knew, we would be great friends. “C’mon I’ll walk you to your, I mean our, first class”. Just then my day got sooo much better. It seemed like making friends wouldn’t be too hard.