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Those who watchI see her every day, sitting on a black metal bench, always doing something or other. Sometimes homework, sometimes reading. Not always in the same spot, but always somewhere. I don’t know why I look for her. Routine I guess. Or maybe to see if she can still see/sense me. I can tell by the way her eyes linger, slightly too long on the spot where someone stands. I can’t see him, only a spot of slightly wavering air, like a mirage, and a shadow on the ground. I “see” him every day, from the benches where I sit. Does he search for me? If so, why? And why does he never venture closer then across the street. I’m afraid if I do, she’ll run. I don’t want to frighten away my little bird of paradise. That’s what she looks like, with her brightly coloured outfits. Note how I called her “my” bird. This is because I have become slightly possessive of the girl. I don’t know his name, so I just call him Watcher. Because
Nevermind"Why do you do that?"
"I've heard rain can wash away sin. I figure if I stand in the rain long enough, it will wash away not only my sins, but my pain, my suffering, then my longing, then my memories, then my being, and finally my soul. And maybe then I can finally be at ease."
The Lonely (Part 3)Max looked Patrick up and down. “So you’re Patrick?” Patrick nodded. “The one who taught Alexis how to dance?” he turned bright red. Max smiled. “Welcome back!” he said joyfully. “Let’s go find Alexis, she’ll be ecstatic!” Max grabbed Patrick’s wrist and tried to pull him down the hall, but Patrick dug in his heels.
“Um, Max? I doubt Alexis will even remember me, let alone be ecstatic to see me.” he said sadly.
A small smile played its way across max’s mouth” come with me.” he said quietly.
They walked silently down the hall, listening, for what Patrick didn’t know. Then he heard it. The slow music coming from a room on his right was muffled slightly by the door. Peaking in, he saw Alexis waltzing around the room in time the music, her black hair swaying like a metronome. She was wearing dark, studded, skinny jeans and a maroon t-shirt. She’d grown up beautifully. But her e
The Lonely (Part 2)“Alexis, I have something to tell you.” Patrick said quietly.
“What is it Pat?”
Her use of his nickname made the entire thing harder. “My dad’s going to be a foreign ambassador.” He couldn’t look at her.
he sighed. “It means my dad is going to be working in Turkey for a while, and I’m going to there with him.”
She set down the sandwich she had been eating for lunch. “When are you leaving?”
“Oh.” She said quietly. He looked at her. She was swaying from side to side.
“Yes Alexis?” he pushed.
“Patrick, do you remember about six years ago when you taught me how to dance, and then for a year after that, we’d dance whenever we could?” he nodded mutely. “Well, I wondering, since it’s your last day, if we could do that again. For old time’s sake.” She blushed and looked at her sandwich. “You don’
The LonelyLittle Alexis peaked around the door. She had heard music and gone to investigate. She eventually found he room. Inside was seven year old Patrick Fernando. He was two years older than her, but their fathers were both government officials, and they were often stuck at boring meetings with nothing to do. So they became fast friends. Alexis was always interested in what Patrick was doing, and this was no exception. He was moving around to the music, his arms in a peculiar position, his eyes closed. Wasting no time, she skipped over to him. “Hi Patrick!” she said cheerfully.
“H-hi, Alexis,” He stuttered, embarrassed.
“Whatcha doing?” she asked.
He turned off the music. “I’m dancing.” He blushed slightly.
“Cool!” she said enthusiastically, swaying from side to side. She wanted to ask him something.
“Yes Alexis?” he prompted.
“Well,” She stretched out the word, “I was wondering… would you
PhoenixChristopher walked into Jamie’s room, her brother giving her an apologetic look behind him. “He wouldn’t listen.” Seán said. Jamie groaned tossing a pillow at his head, which he easily dodged. But it was all obsolete to Christopher. All he could see was Jamie’s sickly form. Her skin was pale and shiny, gaunt and tight looking. Her caramel eyes were sunken with deep bags around them. And her lively orange hair was limp.
“Jamie, what’s wrong?”
She groaned. “I’m sick.” She said miserably.
“I can see that. Why haven’t you gone to a hospital?”
She shook her head. “They wouldn’t be able to do anything.”
“Do you need anything sis? To eat, drink?”
She moaned. “I doubt I’d be able to hold anything. What about you Chris, do you want anything?” he shook his head and politely refused. Seán left, saying he’d be downstairs and to call if they n
Loki in WonderlandOur Story picks up where Thor left off, with Loki falling from the remains of the rainbow bridge. This is what happened next…
Loki hit the ground with a hard THUD. He groaned at the painful landing, but at least that dreadful falling was done. At the end he could have sworn that he was falling slowly, if such a thing were possible. He sat up and looked at his surroundings. He was on in a large field of bright green grass, surrounded by, well, nothing. The only thing in sight was a hazy, brown shape. He blinked a few times, and slowly, the shape took the form of a table, with dozens of chairs but only a few people. One of them stood up and walked over. It was a young man, but the oddest looking one Loki had ever seen (which is saying a lot.) His skin was grey with blue stripes, not unlike those of a tiger’s. He was wearing knee high leather riding boots, turquoise leggings, a light purple tunic, and a black mask with a large, white, toothy grin painted on. The only p
Large Black Chariot (OUaT Fanfic)The large black chariot was pulled by two large, night black horses. In the chariot was a woman dressed completely in black. She rode up to the two of them. “Who are you?” the princess asked, but she was completely ignored, and the woman walked up to the warrior. The warrior nodded.
“Hello Percy, That’s it? No how are you? No nice to see you? Really moonchild-” Mulan cut her off.
“What do you want Percy?” she asked impatiently. Percy pulled her away from the princess.
“Somebody stole Hades’ invisibility helmet.”
“It wasn’t me, so don’t try to pin the blame on me.”
“We know it wasn’t you.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because we need you to get it back for us.”
“Sorry Perc, I’m done doing deeds for the devil.”
“Really? Because know we have something we want dearly, and you have something you want dearly, so we cou
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