Jayme Meiram's Stories

Disney Parties... (Super Silly-Totally Whatever-I Hardly Even Know What She's Talking About CHALLENGE!!!)

2008-08-15T05:51:31Z

The cameras caught it all on tape. The Disney characters were having a wild party once that last blasted child left the gates.
Cinderella herself was dancing around like she had one-too many drinks, and King Louis was jumping from roof to roof.

They always seemed so tame during the day when the kiddies and parents believed that they were simply humans like them in hot fabric suits.

Little did THEY know they were in the presence of Disney and cartoon royalty on a daily basis; hugging them, making jokes about them and taking pictures with them.

But boy, once the lights went out, the Disney characters lost it.
Donald inexplicably lost his speech impediment, Snow White lost her seven dwarves (Who had found themselves lost in a part of the park trying to survive another night running from Mufasa and Scar, who, once the night came, were best friends).
And the Mastermind behind all the crazy parties and chaos at night? Of course.

It could only be one person…

Kermit. Kermit the frog. Out of nowhere.

Reflect My Heart (Part 11)

2008-08-15T03:58:25Z

It was hard for Caitlyn to sleep. All she kept thinking about was how Phoenix was somewhere RIGHT there, and he always will be. To have some strange boy able to watch your every move and you never know if he is or isn’t certainly didn’t put her mind at ease.
She turned onto her right side slowly, sneaking a peek at the mirror. It put her mind slightly at ease to see Phoenix actually laying on the floor, seemingly asleep. It made her feel a pang of regret. She wondered if, in limbo, he could feel pain? I mean, if he was going to be trapped there for all eternity, why should he not be able to at least get some decent sleep on a soft bed.
“Phoenix,” she whispered. His eyes popped open. “Were you sleeping?” she said, propping herself up on one elbow. He shook his head and sat up. “What’s wrong?”
Caitlyn shrugged and said, “You can have the bed.” She began to pull her stuff off of it when he interjected.
“No, it’s your bed. You have it. I’m comfy here.” Caitlyn laid down next to where he would have been and slept.

Reflect My Heart (Part 10)

2008-08-14T17:55:06Z

“I’ve been stuck here. Invisible to all except when they look in a mirror. But I tend to not show myself. I stay here, in my house, alone,” he said, still not sounding as sad as he should be.
“I’m so sorry…” Caitlyn whispered. He shrugged, “It was my own undoing,” he said, as he sat back down in the same chair she was in.
They sat there looking at each other. She supposed he was quite handsome.
He had shaggy sandy-blonde hair that hung low, almost in his eyes. And his eyes! They were the most gorgeous shade of green. Not too dark, but not piercingly bright either.
“So can you see people? Like without a mirror?” she finally asked. He smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I’m like a ghost. I’m sitting where you are right now. It’s just mirrors are the only way people can see ME. I’m kind of invisible unless I get reflected on some shiny surface.”
“So nobody murdered you then?” he laughed again. “I’m here. In ways. Just not physically. But, no. Technically not.”
Caitlyn shook her head at him. How could he be so CALM ?

Reflect My Heart (Part 9)

2008-08-14T17:49:16Z

“Don’t be dramatic Caitlyn,” he said softly. Her head popped up. “You know my name?” he smiled sympathetically. “Your brother yelled it upstairs this morning, and your mother alone could’ve woken the dead when she hollered at you not five minutes ago.” Caitlyn blushed.
“So… why me?” He laughed again, making Caitlyn feel more inferior. “Why you? Please. I’ve had little ten year olds, like Jimmy Alexander, who have thought this was a gift!” she shuddered. “Look. Truth is, it’s not YOU . I’m imprisoned here. My parents were rich, and had one child: me. I was spoiled, and terribly vain. When I was supposed to be taking care of sick Mr. Jennings down the street, I decided I would much rather spend hours looking at myself. Needless to say he died, and Widow Jennings was angry. She said some kind of voodoo, and told me that the next time I looked in the mirror would be my last. I went home, and of course, looked in this mirror and here I’ve been for the last 100 or so years. Stuck.” Caitlyn felt so sorry for him.

Reflect My Heart (Part 8)

2008-08-14T17:33:48Z

She squeaked in shock, her hand rising up to cover her mouth.
He laughed; his eyes crinkling in the corners and his thin lips spread wide to let loose his joy.
“So it’s TRUE !” she managed to gasp out. He leaned back in the chair, which looked exactly like Her chair. She turned to check, but he still wasn’t behind her, only in the mirror.
“Did… did your parents kill you Charles? Is that why you haunt this house?” He laughed again, which made Caitlyn feel even more ignorant.
“Firstly, my name is not Charles. Charles was my father’s name. My name is Phoenix.” Caitlyn felt her eyebrow raise at the name. Phoenix. How… nice.
“Secondly,” he said, standing up and walking closer to the mirror, “Technically I’m not dead. I’m just… I guess you could say in ‘Limbo’.” Caitlyn plopped backwards into the chair, feeling a bit woozy.
“SO this is it. My brain has finally snapped under the pressures of the teenage world,” she said, rubbing her temples.

Reflect My Heart (Part 7)

2008-08-14T17:27:06Z

Caitlyn thanked her brother for the ride, and slowly crept up the stairs towards her room.
“Cait!” she heard her mother call up the steps. She winced. She needed to discover whether or not she was crazy! It was killing her. Eating her from the inside out.
“Yes mom?!” “How was your first day?!” “Good! Thanks!” she ran the rest of the way to her room and quickly shut the door to block out her mother’s questions. Her mother simply smiled and shook her head, muttering “Hormones.”
Caitlyn peeked around the corner at the mirror. It seemed innocent enough. She slid her green backpack from her shoulder and tossed it to her bed.
“Ughm… hello? Ugh… Charles?” She felt her face burn; she looked absolutely stupid talking to nothing and wandering around her room.
“Ghost of Charles Cardien?” She heard a chuckle and turned around quickly. “Hello? Who’s there?”
“Charles? They changed my name to Charles?” she heard a deep voice question.
She turned back around to see the boy in the mirror, arms crossed and smiling at her.

Reflect My Heart (Part 6)

2008-08-14T17:00:24Z

Caitlyn’s lunch session with Tracy’s friends turned out to be useful. Maybe she wasn’t crazy. After all, did Crazy people KNOW they’re crazy?

During the ride home with James, she assembled the information she had gathered from the girls, assuming it was in fact information and not rumors. Two stories stood out.

ONE : A rich family had lived in that old house about 100 years ago. The Cardiens. They had a son who had pissed off the witch down the street who decided to kill him.

TWO : The Cardiens never wanted a son. They wanted a precious daughter, and when the son, “Charles”, was born, the never let him forget it. One day murdering him and burying his body in the backyard. He was never heard from again, of course.

Caitlyn sighed. The stories were all so far fetched. But maybe she wasn’t crazy. Maybe the boy she saw in the mirror was the ghost of “Charles”, IF that was even his real name.

Tonight she supposed she would have to see for herself, and that was making her dizzy and scared.

Reflect My Heart (Part 5)

2008-08-14T16:25:46Z

Caitlyn had gotten the school’s generic lunch. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich, some chips, and a soda. After this morning’s incident, she hadn’t felt like making a lunch. It was a mistake. This looked like it was slopped together a week ago.
Setting her tray down next to Tracy, she edged it slowly away from her, and opened her chips instead.
“SO everybody,” Tracy said, the excitement bleeding through her voice, “This is Caitlyn.” Everybody looked up and gave her simple nods and smiles. “Caitlyn, this is Joanna, Carly, Megan and Ally,” Tracy said as she pointed to each of the girls in order.
“SO Caitlyn,” the one named Ally began, “You live down in the old Cardien house right?” Caitlyn smiled and Tracy slapped Ally’s arm across the table. “What? I’m just curious. Any ugh… ghosties? Ghoulish cries in the night? Flying knives?!” Caitlyn laughed. “No? I mean, I think I would’ve noticed…” Caitlyn wanted to delve into the story from this morning. Maybe they had insight, or maybe she would come off as crazy.

Reflect My Heart (Part 4)

2008-08-14T04:26:42Z

By the time lunch rolled around, Caitlyn and Tracy were becoming good friends.
“So, what are you doing for lunch?” Tracy asked, pushing her math books from that morning into the bowels of her locker.
“I’m supposed to eat with my brother, James… but I think he just invited me because he felt SORRY for me.” Tracy laughed a deep laugh. “You can come and eat with my friends. They’ll love hearing about living in the old Cardien house.” Caitlyn was intrigued. Why would kids want to know about living in that old rotting house anyways? “Sure. Let me just call James,” Caitlyn said, pulling out her cell phone. Tracy nodded and and gave her a little bit of space.
“Hey Cait, where’d you wanna meet?” he said, sounding more chipper than this morning. “Ughm… about that…” “You’re not coming?” “No…?” “You’ve made a friend! Way to go sis. No prob. Just ugh, don’t be late meeting me out front after school, okay?” “Okay James. Thanks!”
she snapped the phone shut and Tracy grinned, “Time to put these rumors to rest…”

Reflect My Heart (Part 3)

2008-08-12T19:26:19Z

James shook his head. HE was nervous to switch schools too, but his sister was losing it.
“Cait, you okay?” She simply nodded, and stared at her trembling hands. HE shrugged and pulled into an empty parking space up front. “Look,” James said, turning the car off and turning to her in his seat, “You’ll be fine. Wanna have lunch together or something until you meet somebody to hang out with?” He seemed genuine enough today, so Caitlyn smiled. “I’d love to. Thanks James,” she said, grabbing her stuff and hopping out of his car.
First period was bland. Math was never Caitlyn’s favorite subject, and obviously it wasn’t the favorite subject of any of her classmates either.
“Hey,” a girl with bushy red hair whispered next to her. The teacher droned on and Caitlyn smiled. “Do you happen to have a pencil I can borrow? I’ll give it back after class.” Caitlyn searched through her bag and the girl continued. “I’m Tracy by the way.” “Caitlyn,” she whispered in return as she handed her the pencil.

Reflect My Heart (Part 2)

2008-08-11T03:40:24Z

“Caitlyn!” a voice called from downstairs. Caitlyn sighed at her older brother. James was always rushing to be nowhere in particular. “Coming!” she yelled back, still shaking from her hallucination. “Well quit checkin’ yourself out in that old mirror before you make me late!” “Yeah, yeah, First impressions and all that nonsense…” she muttered as she grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
The car ride between them was too quiet. Caitlyn’s nerves were properly shot now. Was she going crazy? She could’ve SWORN she saw a boy behind her. His voice was so sharp and clear. She didn’t know school could make a teen crack like this.
She opened her compact and looked at her eyes. They were sagging a bit this morning. Maybe all she needed was some sleep.
She tilted the mirror slightly as she put it away, and in the back seat, was the boy, staring out the window. She quickly snapped it shut and turned around in her seat.
James looked over at her. “What’s your problem?” he asked with a smile. “I only wish I knew…”

Reflect my Heart ( Part 1)

2008-08-11T02:51:22Z

Caitlyn eyed herself cautiously in the mirror. “The blue?” she questioned herself, holding the blue shirt up to her white cami. “Or, maybe the red…” she dropped the blue and held the red up in its place, moving awkwardly in front of the mirror to get a better view.
She needed to look her best; it was her first day at her new high school. Her parents had decided to move her across the country, to Maryland of all places, to this creepy old house. Beautiful from the outside, but Caitlyn couldn’t shake this feeling of being watched.
But a perk of this new house was a gorgeous antique mirror that was about 7 feet high and framed in dark cherry wood.
“I’d go with the blue top,” someone said, and when she looked up, there was a young man standing behind her.
“OH MY GOD !” she shouted, turning and swinging blindly in the air before her. She suddenly stopped when she realized nobody was there.
She turned slowly back to the mirror and inspected it. No boy. She sighed. She was letting this anxiety get the best of her.

Orion Plotting

2008-08-06T05:34:46Z

He touched the small globe sending current from his finger tips all the way through to the molten core within it.
“Careful son. You know, almost every time you do that, one of the little-ones dies?”
The boy clapped his hands together in joy, and placed his whole palm on the globe. His father swiped it away in a flash, before too much electricity sparked.
“I think that we can let you play with the little ones when you are older, son,” the father said, the adoration for his little boy plastered on his face. The son was saddened, his new toy taken from him, but he didn’t protest.
There were other worlds he WAS allowed to play with. New globes to toss around, or smash together. New elements to bring forth on the various “little-ones” that scurried over each of them.
Even the “dead” ones were fun to give a whirl, if not for practice purposes only.
When the Universe finally passed, Orion knew that he could have all the “fun” he wanted to with his precious little ones and their globes… ALL he wanted…

Witness

2008-08-06T05:25:02Z

I opened my eyes, totally oblivious to the time or place. I looked around- those few moments when you first awaken were always awkward for me.
I was home and in bed again, but I could hear a heated conversation outside. What was it now? Had Archie finally thrown the last piece of straw on the figurative camel’s back?
I slid out of the old washcloth that had given me warmth and stepped lightly to the door, peeking around the corner to not be caught.
Shouting now. “YOU’RE NOT ARCHIE !” My mother had always had something against Archie, and she definitely didn’t take to kindly to the fact that Michaelo looked up to him like he used to look up to our father.
“No Michaelo,” she said calmer now, “I will get the cheese.”
I peeked further around the corner at the precise moment the coil released on the trap and whipped the metal bar down on my mother’s abdomen.
The cheese lay safe next to the wooden plank and my mother’s body.
After all she sacrificed… We still won’t be eating tonight.

Edward's Cabin

2008-05-27T13:58:47Z

Edward watched her in the field. From the wooden rocking chair placed on the edge of the porch, he could easily watch Sarah as she grazed her hand over the top of the tall grass.
The golden grass blew lazily in the wind; it danced around her feet, her arms, her body.
She suddenly stopped. Sensing his eyes on her, she turned in a hurry, and simply stared into his green eyes. “Don’t stop on my account Miss Sarah,” Edward said coolly, standing from his seat and leaning casually on the railing that enclosed his porch. “I… well… I came by to profess-” “Your love for me?” He stood back up, and slowly stepped off of the porch. She was shocked at his bold character. “No… I mean…” Sarah was indecisive. Edward always made her thoughts flutter away.
“Well Miss Sarah, as much as I enjoy watching you dance along in my grass,” he grazed his hand over the weeds as well before continuing, “You and I both know that you don’t belong here…” His voice faded, and Sarah couldn’t take it any longer…