Blossom Ruoqen's Stories

Please don't..

2008-06-11T06:02:12Z

Please don’t say you have to leave.
Don’t say the words you know will crush what’s left of my broken heart.
I can say I don’t care, but you know the truth. I am truly nothing without you. And if you left, the truth would be gone.

Please don’t say I have to be strong.
Don’t say the phrases that’ll transform my heart to steel: never feeling, never real.
I can say I won’t mind, but you know the truth. Without you, I’m just Achilles heel. And When you leave, I’ll never be strong.

Please don’t say it’s OK to cry.
Don’t say the release to my pent up anger, and shame, and fear, and pain.
I can say I don’t care, but you know the truth. I’m only human, and that’s what I hate. I wish i were a god, to divert your fate. But please don’t… let me start that again on a more positive note. Please, whatever you do. Please, just please, take all the truth with you.

I don’t want to hear what I already believe.
I don’t want to feel that I have to belong.
I never want to say goodbye.

(Dragon protectors) A Storm a-brewin'

2008-06-05T05:52:26Z

As much as he was enraptured by flying, he never quite got over the sheer exhilaration of flying like that damnable Han did – so much so, that he fought lividly against the urge to puke into the streamlined wingspan of the she-dragon.
While fighting to keep his face void of all emotion, he never realized how the air currents were picking up. How the cotton clouds suddenly took on a menacingly blue-black hue.
And all at once, they were diving. Dodging. Looping around wind intent on hurling them to the unknowns below. The ghastly clouds pressed in on all sides, stifling what little breath he could manage while still holding fast to his immovable features. And he could tell, with surmounting apprehension, that the she-dragon – with Damnable Han clinging fiercely to her neck spikes – was losing the battle against the storm. What was that naive, irresponsible, aloof, imbecile of an adolescent god of clouds thinking?!
It was undeniable: they were heading down to the thrashing waves waiting greedily beneath them.

Dedicated to Sophia (a song) winks enticingly

2008-06-05T05:30:45Z

Will you be my Best Friend?
We’ll tell secrets and set our own trends.
What we share is oh so rare.
I never thought I’d find someone who cares.

Chorus:
I picture you, running through the summer rain.
Your hair is whipped about, by the wind dancing on our plane.
Nothing but a cool breeze, shimmering green new leaves.
A stream reflects clear blue, as we recall our past again.

Singing out in the tree tops
at the mall or in jewelry shops.
Oh yes, girl, I’m sure.
The world will be our dancing floor.

Chorus

Our friendship started with “Hello!
What’s your name? My favorite food’s jello.
Will you be my Best friend, please?
We’ll play house ‘n’ jump in fall leaves”

Chorus

Bridge:
Arm in arm, we’re both long gone.
Heart in heart, we’ll both move on.
Soul in soul, we’ll both be strong.
As best friends,
we’ll greet new dawns

Just to Feel

2008-06-05T05:19:21Z

Curse my heart out, just to feel.

My life’s so messed up –
so what’s the big deal?

I hate you for lying.
For making everything right.
For treating me so bad.
For making me fight.

I hate you for caring,
after all that I’ve done.
I hate when you cry,
and insist that you’ve won.

I hate how you take me –
try to hide that I’m here.
You pretend that you own me.
And then tell me its fare.

The never believe me,
when I tell them it’s real.

So curse my heart out, just to feel

A detained meal

2008-03-06T20:38:22Z

As they crept closer to the pasture land, Sao began whipping her emerald green tail agitatedly from side to side. “Sao? what is it?” the boy drew in front of his dragon while quickly taking out a small jade dagger – the color of his dragon.

The birds’ sweet songs swiftly shifted to that of warning calls and the trees seemed to grow around them. The boy tensed as he heard the bleating of sheep farther along the heavily wooded path. Sao snorted, steam escaping her flared nostrils, as the boy carefully knelt to examen the surrounding area.

The birds’ calls grew distant, until there was only the menacing ‘swish swish!’ of Sao’s glistening tail. Her muscular neck rippled as she silently turned to the bristling boy. “Yes” he said, understanding her, “it definitely feels like him”.

Sister Dearest: Lovely Lora (I miss you)

2008-03-05T20:23:17Z

My dearest darling, sister sweet, I swear one day, one day we’ll meet. I glance towards the clouds, these clouds of grey, and I swear to you lovely, forever I’ll pray. It was too soon to say goodbye, I never expected you to die.

My dearest darling, sister serene, I miss you so much, life’s like a ravine. I keep falling down, you’d pick me back up, but now that you’re gone, I miss you so much. You were my flight, but now I’m falling so fast, my wings of love ripped from my back.

Oh lovely Lora, you meant so much, to everyone close enough to touch. And even then, you reached out farther, to help along some stranger’s daughter. A foggy day, a ponderous truck, no one knew where you were, we miss you so much.

My wondrous dear, dearest wonder, I swear one day, we’ll dance in the thunder. Voices of rain, lighting brightens the sky, they all call your name, as i shriek ‘baby don’t die!’ Although I’ve lost my wings, others still proudly wear them, they bear me up softly, so I fly once again.

Robots

2008-03-04T20:49:44Z

You walk down the cold wintry streets of New New York, looking for a suicide booth.
The denomination mortgaging tax was just raised again, and your apart-a-house’s lease was over in negative ten minutes.
Life is a fiery furnace of derelict loans..with smog on top. Wondrous.

Not paying attention to where you’re going, you run head first into something very solid; with blackness etching in around the corners of your vision, the last thing you see is icy blue eyes set in a marble smooth face with a mocking smile.
O.o
You awake in a chilly and dimly-lit room. “Did you enjoy your slumber?” you hear a smooth voice, smooth like marble, say.
Great, you thought, I’m still not dead. You feel a light pressure on your upper leg and look down to see a super computer known as a SEMbot, one of the newer models, resting a micro-perfected hand on one of the straps holding you down. Wait, Straps?!

“Simulated Entertainment Machine bot, unbind me!” you command.
The SEMbot’s gaze drifts up to your face, “Not likely.” he smirks.

The love to write draws you back

2008-03-04T19:58:57Z

I haven’t posted anything on ficlets for a while now: I plan to change that.
So think of this as a sort of HELLO EVERYBODY I ’M BACK kind of ficlet : )

There was a draft I just discovered, and finished, the other day; but the only problem is, when I published it, it appeared way down on my list of ficlets. So, no one sniffle got t-to lip tremble READ IT!! breaks down into heartwracking sobs
It’s titled “robots”, the tags are something like “robots, future…etc.”

It would make more than my day if you read it…..and…hopefully gets down on knees to pray give me some feedback – anything on your mind. who knows, it might even make your day : D claps gaily

China Doll (part 2)

2008-01-18T20:38:25Z

On Monday: I struggled to make up and double the effort that I tend to in school.
I arrived home defeated, unnerved and depleted. I talked to my sister to chill.
I withheld from her nothing – no secrets or bluffing. And then Tuesday night she was killed.

I stand through opposition and my inhibitions: break free from this porcelain mold.
If I’ve been forsaken and lost without breaken’, than it means I’m not china doll cold.

I stand by the window remembering free flow, and wish that I could join you there.
Forever alone and foretold was my sorrow, I chose not to listen, but live.

China Doll (part 1)

2008-01-18T20:37:25Z

If I’ve been forsaken and lost without breaken’, Does that mean I’m not china doll?
If I’ve been possessed and arrested for treason against modern thinking I’ll fall.

Forever alone and foretold was my sorrow, should I choose to listen, or live?
Forget my past fallacy and immorality: I’m not worthless lest you not forgive.

I woke up on Wednesday: went out, broke my body.
And Thursday: immolated friends.
I woke up on Friday crying myself bone dry: and then was betrayed by my love.
I hoped for a Saturday better than yesterday but awoke with unbearable pain.
I slept through the weekend: my fortitude weakened: my pain drilling holes in my head.

Silver Dream 11

2008-01-16T01:18:47Z

did not hear it above her own whirling thoughts. He said, “Aren’t you a chatterbox. It’s my lucky day I guess…At least she’s cute.” he mumbled mostly to himself.
“yes, your friend is here, but he’s still sound asleep. How unfortunate for him to have to face off against a Volkh alone.” He paused with her bandages as he added seriously, “Although he’s pretty beat up, he’s lucky to be alive. I wonder what made the wretched thing leave?”. As he said that last bit he cast a searching glance upon the bandage-laden girl. “Anyway,” he continued with the bandages, “ he showed up at my door with you and then practically fainted.” He smiled to himself and chuckled amiably. “That boy always did have a skill for finding ways out of completely hopeless situations.” That caught the girl’s attention. “You know him?” she asked incredulously, wide eyed. He eyed her up, as if he were searching for something – always searching. Apparently he was satisfied with what he found, for he explained, “Yeah, me and him go way back….

howhardlifeis' challege! its quiz time 2

2008-01-14T02:37:18Z

13) How many ficlets have you written?
thirtyy….starts counting
14) Fruit or vegetable?
no good, I just lost count again. CURSES ! I curse you…..with a curse…..you’re cursed
15) Chocolate or vanilla?
CHOCOLATE charges I’LL SAVE YOU dives into freezer
16) Loving or being loved? (In the case of unrequited love)
i-i’m c-c-co-cold….mmm…ch-choc-c-o-~~olate…I l-love Y-YOU co-co~~
17) Taking a personality quiz or giving one?
starts counting....wait, wrong question. uhhh. I’m a ….jew….no, really, and german. german-jew, actually…don’t ask, I have no inkling of an idea how that one happened. (by my incessant rambling I think it’s ok to assume what I like…. ; ) )

howhardlifeis' challege! its quiz time

2008-01-14T02:31:14Z

1) Favorite color?
Blue/Red
2) Favorite T.V. show?
tech-nol-ogy..?
3) Favorite male celebrity?
.....YOU no .lol …me
4) Favorite Female celebrity?
........................umm. johny dept..?
5) Nickname?
branches, twig, flower, and lee-chan….don’t ask
6) What’s something about you that most people don’t know?
I’m a closet
7) What’s something that you’d like to change about yourself?
my dearest wish is to be a little taller than a door mouse
8) About how many times do you send/receive per day?
HA! ok starts counting
9) How many crushes have you ever had in your life?
OMG you made me lose count!!! hits computer with cordless mouse
10) What is the stupidest thing you’ve ever said?
oh, your crying uncontrollably with blood gushing out of your face. Are you O.K.?
11) What grade are you in?
I’m too s-m-r-t and acedemically elivated to be catagorized by a grade!
12) MySpace, facebook,neither or something else?
although I like myspace, I must say I thoroughly enjoy throwing purple sheep at people

Silver Dream 10

2008-01-14T01:47:44Z

“Had a little mishap with the Teech sand, I see?” he said teasingly. Yet again, another question to add to her never-ending list; so she asked,
“What’s ‘teach sand’? I’ve never heard of it.
Do you mean Beach sand?
What are you doing with beach sand laying around in a forest! That stuff nearly blinded me!
How did you find me anyway?”.
Of course, she had only meant to ask the first question, but as she continued to ask her questions she realized how fantastic it felt to vocalize them: so she continued.
Her voice raised a little as she asked, “Is my friend here also? Is he okay?”.

After following the boy all this way she did not want to be left on her own. ‘Alone’, she thought the dreaded word and let it echo in her head, ‘Am I really?’ she thought apprehensively.
Surely, this was all some crazy dream or hallucination – it was all too strange to actually be happening.
‘Imagining stupid fantasies like this always, always, leads to trouble’ she thought darkly.
When the young man’s answer finally came, she almost-

Silver Dream 9

2008-01-14T01:42:50Z

Although the mysterious occupant of this dwelling most likely meant her no harm, she could not divest herself of feeling anxious: She was laying helpless on the floor without the use of her eyes and limbs which would be vital if she needed to defend herself.

From what?
An hour or two ago that would have never crossed her mind.
What had she gotten herself into?

While all this was running rampant through her, already throbbing, head, a young man had silently entered the room.

She heard footsteps approaching her and turned her head in that direction – as if she expected to be able to see.

The unknown person knelt beside her and said in a comfortingly warm voice,
“You’re awake already? My, my, aren’t you a tough little one.” By the sound of his voice, he was barely older than 23 so it annoyed her that he had called her ‘little one’.
She planned on telling him just that, too, when he leaned over her and began to unwrap the bandages around her eyes, his warm breath enveloping the left side of her pale face.