Miss Cookie's Stories

A quater of a million

2008-09-24T09:40:30Z

Relief flooded me followed by a million different questions

“Oh” I huffed

“Yea…”

“Do you know any names?” I asked.

“Ummm…sure…theres Smithy, Mr John and a few others…I’m sure they’ll find you”

“And how much money are we talking here???”

Silence

“Do you really want to know??”

“Well, if I knew i could help you…but…”

“Fine…but you asked”

I waited for him to spit it out

“Ummm…well its a large amout”

“Spit it out” I snapped

“Its about quater of a million dollars all up…”

Silence…

Random

2008-08-31T08:23:45Z

Sammy: can we not ‘be together’ anymore?
James: ummmm…
James: why r u dumping me over this?
James: u know i didnt do it
Sammy: Well…
Sammy: i dont know that…
James: but its 2 late now…right?
Sammy: I know…but..
James: but what?
Sammy: i dunno
James: i have 2 go
Sammy: y? plz dont…
James: bye

James has logged out.

Sammy: i know you didnt do it…
Sammy: coz…it was me…

Work?

2008-08-25T08:31:38Z

Next to the name was a number. And a comment; I miss my baby girl, thx for letting me see her one last time…

I scribbled the number down on my hand and shut the book.

I had work today. Luckily my boss was letting me get away with things lately, being late and the like – because of Marlene’s death and all. “Emotions get in the way of fine work, take a break kid” were his actual words. He was a good man.

I crawled through the jammed city streets to get to work. I really should get myself transferred to some building closer to home, the bad traffic around here was slowing me down, it’s not like I needed time to think.

I got to work, late, trundled up the stairs, sat at my desk and found something to keep me busy. I was awfully behind on my work and I needed to catch up.

I worked steadily through the piles of pages, the calls and the emails until it came time for my lunch break. I stared at the phone for a while, then picked it up and dialed…

The simple silence

2008-08-23T04:27:08Z

Josh looked over into Amy deep blue eyes eyes, holding her eyes with his.

Amy smiled. She looked down and blushed, her face turning the loveliest shade of pink.

Josh smiled his golden smile back at her and reached over for her hand.

Amy took his hand and started walking, taking slow steps, swinging their hands between them.

Josh walked with her, watching the waves roll in – it was beautiful.

Amy followed his gaze, she saw the waves, she saw the sky, and she saw them together.

Neither of them spoke. The silence was special, it was perfect. They were never going to left go.

& it was all love

i believe

2008-08-20T10:55:14Z

i believe in love, lust and romance

I believe in having fun and staying sane

i believe the most beautiful things happen when you dont expect them

i believe even a few simple words can change your world

i belive music is more that just sound

i believe that friends can be forever

i believe that people will do things you will never expect from them

i believe in the power of a smile

i believe in so much thats its impossible to use words, i just believe…

The pictures of a dork

2008-08-19T10:49:21Z

Ok, so I’m a bit of a dork…but I enjoy it.
I take pictures of simple things, things I find beautiful, it’s a hobby of mine. You see…I have this wall at home that is covered in pictures. Pictures of simple things, and random things and just stuff some people would never take a picture of. The pictures make me laugh, they make me happy. They remind me of my how much fun I’ve had in my life. How lucky I am.
Some of my favorite pictures are of the people I love – my friends, family – I try to take my pictures when people least expect it, I just whip out my camera and snap the shot. I think that the most beautiful things happen when it’s spontaneous.
There’s a picture of my friend, she looks like she just woke up but it’s so cute…she has the biggest smile on her face and she looks like a spoilt child, but I love it…
I believe the simplest things in life are the most beautiful…
Ha-ha, there I go again, I told you I’m a dork…you can’t say I didn’t warn you!

My heart...

2008-08-19T10:21:53Z

Every time you hold my hand
You take me by the heart

Every time you say my name
You make my heart sing

Every time you touch me
You make my hear flutter

But every time you walk away
My heart sheds a tear
I want to chase after you

Every time I think of the times we shared
My heart beams
Because I know we had fun

You know that I love you…but sometimes I wonder…do you really know how much?

A phone call

2008-08-17T08:11:37Z

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Tom Hydell”

“Oh, hey”

“So what’s up, I’m guessing that this call isn’t just because you miss me…”

“You guessed right old chum”

“So what is it?”

“I was wondering if you were still a cop?”

“Ha-ha, I’m surprised you still remember, but yes I am”

“Well…I was wondering if you know anything about a Miss Masada Morgan?”

“Maybe…I think do…I think a DNR was released about her a few weeks back?”

“Yes that’s her”

“So what did you want to know about her?”

I sighed and launched into my little story.

Hurt by the Heartless

2008-08-14T10:35:49Z

Stupid cops…didn’t they see the tear drops on the page, the pain in my eyes, couldn’t they see? I loved my darling, my Marlene, with all my heart, she was my soul mate. We were meant to be together…

The questioned me about everything I could remember, and the stuff they thought I should. I can’t believe they rely on memory…

I haven’t heard from Marlene’s mum from the funeral. I thought that through law that I would receive all the stuff that Marlene and I had owned, the house? I’d even just b happy with the photos. Turns out that she wanted them all…Marlene’s mum…

Trying to feel nothing

2008-08-12T07:56:15Z

When I heard the scream I ran as fast as I could towards the sound. Of course I was too late when I got there. I heard the sound of her screams being cut off and I saw her body slump through the trees. I stepped out onto the track and I saw a figure running in the distance. I didn’t pay much attention to that fact as I raced towards Marlene. I cradled her in my arms; tears streaming down my face…My world would surely end now that my darling was gone…

I wrote the story trying to feel nothing, it was hard. I tried to write the words without emotion…Pretending that this was just another story, that it had nothing to do with me…

I started writing what I knew about Masada – how else would I get my mind off of my Marlene.

Masada and Marlene used to be best friends, they used to work at the Frosty Scotchman, and Masada had been fired from there because of her gothic look…

Back home

2008-08-11T07:39:00Z

I turned the car home and took my time. What was the hurry? I couldn’t do anything more tonight. Masada and my darling, Marlene, could wait.

I parked the car and walked to the unlocked door – I guessed that I forgot to lock it in my haste. I flipped on some lights and grabbed a piece of paper. I scrawled down some information I had uncovered today, so I wouldnt forget, and headed to bed.

I climbed into my side of the bed; Marlene’s side was as she left it. And slipped into a fit full sleep.

Dark shapes moved in and out of my dreams. My darling flashed in and out of my mind. I tossed and turned. But…then something changed…

Burn...

2008-08-10T07:55:50Z

One; that Masada’s death had something criminal about it Two; that it may have had something to do with her prescription possibly and Three; I had to get an appointment at that pharmacy or something, the lady over the phone had said something about an appointment? Maybe that would help?

Gee, so much information to get in one day…but I was still no where closer to solving the mystery about Masada and my darling’s deaths.

It was late, and all this thinking had made me tired. I decided to fix myself dinner. I shuffled over to the fridge and dug up some of last night’s lasagna, I shoved it into the microwave and watched it revolve, deliberating. I could still do one more thing tonight…

The microwave beeped and I pulled out my dinner, barely noticing as the lasagna burnt my tongue. I dropped my plate into the sink as I passed, Heading for my coat and the red ribbon. I picked up me keys as I headed for the door…If this was going to work, I needed to act now…

Those nights...

2008-08-08T08:38:04Z

We faced it all
With all the hard times in my life
You’re the one who get me right

We stand forever
You held my had through all the tears
And chased away all those silly fears

We stand together
And there’s nothing wrong anymore
Because you lifted me off the god damn floor

We would…
Stay up late and talk all night
Laughing about nothing at all, made it right
Listen to the radio play in the afternoon light
We were so young and we wanted to do it all
In all those hard times in my life, those nights kept me alive
Those nights had belonged to us…
And now I wish those nights would last…

Written with some of the lyrics from a song by Skillet – Those nights, have a listen sometimes…

Orpahn

2008-08-08T08:12:12Z

People say he’s brave, people say that he should have just given up. But he didnt, and hes still here today. It shows how far some determination and a will to live will go.

He still laughs, he still smiles. But like the rest of us, he cries. He knows more than the rest of us what physical pain is. He doesnt know it, but he is an orphan, no parents, no family to look after him. But untill then, hes happy and no one wants to ruin that for him…

Miss Masada Morgan

2008-08-08T08:02:30Z

I went through this process, Walmart, Kmart, Dale’s…only Dale’s had something promising.

“Hello, you’ve reached Dale’s pharmacy, how can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Bill Patton, Dr Phipps’ intern, I was wondering if you could help me with something”

“What is it you need?”

“A lady, Miss Masada Morgan, has received a prescription that contained a dosage stronger than she needed. I was just ringing to ask if you could clarify that on your records.”

I could hear the sound of someone talking in the background…

“Well, if you would give me a second I can go check for you.”

“That would be great.”

I waited for what seemed like ages as I tried to pick up on what the voice in the background was saying.

“Mr. Patton?”

“Yes I’m here”

“We do have a woman on our records by the name of Miss Masada Morgan, but we cannot tell you any of the information you need without an appointment, you see…Miss Morgan had a special situation…”