She was barely seventeen and knew nothing of the world outside of her dusty, monochrome little town. She had never seen a golden sunrise or fiery sunset. An eclipse, be it lunar or solar, had never dazzled her gentle blue eyes. She could not appreciate a sweet summer day or snowy winter night, not when she was stuck in this grey cobblestone town, never to gaze upon the lights of New York City or the castles of Transylvania. She was here in this town to stay.
She had no objection to this, however, because though she had read text book upon novel upon encyclopedia about eclipses and sunsets and castles, she thought them to be faint fancies of
My Friends All Lie and Say by moonstonezeffiro, literature
Literature
My Friends All Lie and Say
They only want the best wishes for me.
Of course they do.
They HAVE to say that, they're my friends... I think. But what do I know? I'm the crazy one here.
"Donnie." I hear my name. I recognize the voice, but I don't know if it's real or not. That's kind of common for me.
"Donnie, look at me." Sounds tangible. I look up.
"You're a mess, Donnie. Where's your mind?"
"That's the dumbest question you've ever asked me, Dusty, and considering how stupid you are, this must be a momentous occasion for you."
She's not amused. I don't want her to be. I feel my cheek burning, but she hasn't slapped me.
"If your mind's with her, why are you still stickin
I was the new kid in town. Papa had gotten a job in the neighboring city and, not wanting to expose his family to the horrors and slum of that place, we settled down in the town next door. It was a quiet town, with residents who seemed kinda unfriendly at first glance. But I was still able to make friends with the kids my age, and I was luckily very much accepted by them.
There was Melinda- A cute blonde girl, very docile, and her best friend Jane, who was the rowdier of the two. Jane's older cousin Toby was pretty cute, actually, but I'm not going to go into detail about that now. I want to talk about the twins.
Their names were Nelly and
Go ahead and stare. She won't care, no, not one bit. She's too focused on the falling snow and the cigarrette between her teeth.
She's back where she belongs, in this little town, years before the accident, years before the pain. There's another her down the street, making snow angels and stumbling around in her purple snowsuit like she doesn't have a care in the world. Well, she doesn't. Not yet.
She keeps walking, and you follow, not sure where she's going, just wanting to know. She acts like she doesn't notice you, but you know she does. She notices everything you do, everything you say, because she loves you, and even in the midst of pe
Maybe it was that I just didn't understand.
Or maybe I did understand, and I just chose to ignore it.
Maybe I just wanted to feel what he felt. Happiness, joy, sorrow, anger. Foreign words. It never mattered to me, when he would smile at me, cry in front of me, laugh.
I miss his laugh.
Now, I guess it does. But there's nothing I can do. Looking at his face on the moniter, feeling a wonderfully horrible thumping in my chest as tears flow down my cheeks and drip into my shaking palms.
He does matter to me.
But he's gone.
And I can feel him. I think, yes. I can feel him, deep deep down, this invention he made for me unto his dying days se
"PlEaSe... Don't RuN from me..."
I hear his voice from somewhere near. A shiver trails down my spine, weakening my legs- I almost want to do what he says. I almost want to turn around and run to him, like old times.
But I can't. I just... CAN'T. I'm not allowed. They said to stay away from him... He's iNSaNe, right? That's what he's labled as; That's what they call him.
So, I'm running. Running as fast as I can, the friction of the slush and snow beneath my feet making it harder to quickly dart between the trees.
"PLeaSe... I just want to TAlK!" he cries, a strain in his voice that makes crystals well in my eyes. I'm hurting him, right no
Outstretched Fingers by moonstonezeffiro, literature
Literature
Outstretched Fingers
I know I have to wake up.
But if I have to wake, I want you to be there.
It's my only wish, yet it seems too much. Too much for you to take my outstretched hand, to lace your fingers in mine and hear me say, "I believe you exist."
Once, no one thought I existed. They thought I was just a figment of imagination; They still do. Yet here I am; Alive and well and waiting.
It's all been such a pleasent dream, but my waking is what I look forward to. I want to see you, touch you, talk to you, hear your beautiful voice flood me with the feeling of love and passion I've felt so many times before, listening to you.
I hope it's not too much to ask
Life is like Rainbow Road.
Y'know, the one from Mario Kart?
Yeah, that.
Life is just like Rainbow Road.
Two types of people play the game; The ones who hate it, and the ones who love it.
The ones who claim they hate it are just mad cuz it's so twisty and turny and they keep falling and people keep passing them up and they can never seem to win.
But really, they should stop worrying. Yes, it has many twists and turns, no, it doesn't have any guardrails to guarantee your safety, yes, you're always competing, yes, you'll fall, yes, you'll loose a lot, YES, it seems pretty pointless sometimes, but...
Look at it. It's BEAUTIFUL. It's just s