Treading on Water

Yay now I'm finally caught up. Still a bit of Adele's story this time around the beginning, the last one was probably around the middle.

                Father always said to never tread on water, because no matter what it will never work. But mother says tread on water anyways because in the end it will be worth it. And so that’s what I did for the rest of my life, and that was tread on water. Just like what mother is always doing, but just like what father said it ain’t working. Even the treading on water was starting to become harder when Little Mercy and Nate were born on June 24, 1847. That was when my life started to become as, father would say survival for the fittest, when I overheard his and Nate’s hunting talks. And it was hard to survive when he always did some stuff that caused Little Mercy and me to be scared.  It was harder still, when no one believed Little Mercy or me that it was Nate doing it. Especially if he was the one that caused all the small cuts on my arm, saying that I had some emotional problem. Saying that I should be put in a place where they put crazy people because I also ‘did it’ to Little Mercy’s arms when I didn’t have enough.

                But I was still here, still treading on water, still trying to keep Little Mercy and me alive from Nate. With no one helping us, all because of the lies that Little Nate told.

                “A-Addie?” whispered Little Mercy one night.

                “Yes, Little Mercy?” I whisper back. We were both afraid, afraid of waking him up, and getting hurt, but thankfully he can sleep through anything, maybe even through the worst. I mentally slap myself for thinking that way towards my own brother, evil or not, all because we’re still family.

                “I-I’m scared.”

                “I’m scared too, Little Mercy.”

                “But A-Addie this is a different kind of scared. I-I have a weird feeling that something b-bad is going to happen,” she says fear creeping into her voice.

                “Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing,” I say trying to fall back asleep. But I had a weird feeling that she was right.

                “I-it’s not n-nothing!” she says nearly shrieking.

                “Little Mercy, shush or else...” I trail off not willing to say the worst. “And fine it isn’t just nothing, but let’s hope that something is going to be good. Now good night,” I say quickly.

                “G-good night,” she says quickly snoring softly. I kept awake must of the night, thinking over her words, wondering if it’s good or bad, and if it involved Little Mercy or even Nate somehow. Well the next day we found it, and it wasn’t anything that I ever wanted to experience again.

10/4/11

Do you notice the the zodiac in it?

                Candy! It was actually raining candy! Well that’s what I wanted it to do once I found out that hell was going to open up right in front of me, and my own friends were actually going to make me jump right in. (I know that it should have been a tornado to take me, but wouldn’t you want your last day to end nicely?) Well here were the exact words that were said once I found out that I was going to hell.

                “Oh Mari, it won’t be that bad, I’m sure you’re dance partner won’t be that much worse off than you” and that bought on a wave of giggles  from my girlfriends as if that was the most funniest thing in the world. I sigh and roll my eyes at them immaturely.

                “Guys,” a wave of glares went my way, “Girls,” I say correcting myself. “It isn’t just the ballroom dancing class that you signed me up for without really asking my consent first, it’s just that… I have a ton of homework, and babysitting gigs that my mom signed me up for, so I won’t-”

                “You’re lying Mari, you don’t like babysitting,” said my friend Jinni.

                “And plus your mom won’t sign you up for them, and plus you don’t have that much homework in your classes,” said Jinni’s twin aka my other friend Tania. I sigh, knowing it was hard to lie to any of the other eleven girls here. We’ve been the group of twelve since the school year started, drawn together for various odd reasons.  And we’ve been together ever since, even when Lisa started dating, and later Candace.

                “Well just explain to me why I have to take ballroom dancing with you guys,” as soon as the words left my mouth, everyone started talking at once that it was hard to listen to the reasons.

                “It would be a fun group activity,” said Pieces always thinking up of activities we can do together.

                “Dancing is healthy,” said Sara, our personal nutritionist.

                “And you need to keep healthy for your soccer tryouts next spring,” said Ariel, a big soccer fan like me.

                “Its fun,” said Lea, our group’s taciturn.

                “And plus I think it’s time for us to get a boyfriend,” says Aquaria, our group’s matchmaker. And when she said that, I must have visibly paled.

                “No, I don’t want to date anyone, especially after, Sanders,” just saying his name again made my heart ache even though it’s been a four full months since we broke up.

                “But Mari, Aquaria said that the stars are right, and if we’re lucky, this time it will be good,” said Selena in a firm, almost quiet voice.

                “But...” I tried to think of a reason why I shouldn’t do this ballroom thing.

                “Oh please?” begged Capri our littlest in the group, and it was hard to say no to her.

                “Oh fine, I’ll do it,” I sigh relenting to it. A loud cheer went up, but a sickening feeling was starting to form in the pit of my stomach, as if something bad was going to happen and it’s heading straight for us.

 

    

Five years

Not very long, but here's Tuesday's post
The last one was Monday's since I didn't feel like putting it up yesterday.

            My life is crazy. My world just crumbled down, leaving nothing more than dust of memories behind. My hands were clawing the padded floor, trying to find a way out of this place. I started to cry out useless pleas, and it was obvious that no one was listening to me. The tears were falling uncontrollably, as the truth keeps on pressing onto me. It felt as if at any moment, I just might start choking to death in this unknown place. And no one will care, no one. And I wouldn’t care either, because then that would mean that I would be back with everyone again. Happy, and laughing as if what just happened in the past year was just a bad dream. But it was obvious that it wasn’t, it was obvious that I wouldn’t die, just yet. And it was obvious that the tears won’t last forever.

             In fact I can feel them slowing down, leaving me alone with reality. When what I truly wanted was darkness.

            “Oh cheer up, Cassie,” I can hear my brother say.

            “Nothing can last in sadness forever,” said my fiancé.

            “Yeah, nothing can last forever,” I said to myself. But this time it will, especially with everyone that I know just suddenly dead. This time, I had a feeling that the sadness will stay, and never leave again.

           

            That was five years ago, and it still stayed. It was just five years ago, since that accident, five years since I found myself in the padded place. Five years ago, that I found out my life will be changed forever. 

UNICORN!

Here's a random pic, that goes along with the story. Unfortunately the unicorn in this story isn't pink, or has wings.

            It was up, it was down, and it was all around. It was Batman, if Batman looked like a 50 year old or so guy, wearing all black with a badly stitched bat design on the front, and wearing a raggedy pink-splotched cape.

            “Hello peeps!” it yelled in a creeper voice from high above us. I can hear a little ripping sound and I was hoping it wasn’t coming from the rope carrying ‘Batman’. He was right above me, and I didn’t want to be his landing. Thankfully, he started to move back to the stage, and I give a little sigh, his dank over powering cologne smell still hanging around.

            “I wonder what this school is up to now,” whispered Katy. I give a quick shrug, and she giggles, giving me a peck on the cheek. I blush, and start to listen to the principal announcing safety week, which was ironic since danger was everywhere in this school.

            “Blah…. More blah and blah…” he didn’t really say that, but the lecture was so easy that everyone already knew what came next. “A police officer will be coming to ma-” he got cut off, because there was a loud crash backstage. People instantly started to murmur about what happened, and the teachers are too worried to stop them.

            “W-w-what happened?” asks Katy fear in her voice.

            “I don’t know,” I say holding her into my arms to comfort her.

            “Oh Bradon, I hope nothing happened to Timmy,” Timmy was her little brother who was working as stage crew. If anything happened to him, I have a feeling that Katy will start to get into the negatives.

            “Don’t worry he didn’t get hurt, I promise,” and the thing was I was sure of it, because I just had this weird feeling.

            “Oh I…” she trails off.

            “You?” I ask back curious, not really noticing the sudden silence that has settled around the room. Without saying anything, she turned me around, and what I saw on the stage right now made my eyes bulge out. No, it’s not possible they’re fake they’re proven that they don’t live…. Do they? My thoughts were in a jumble as the, the unicorn stared at us. And it was pure white, almost looking golden, confusion in his deep green eyes. It was silent, and then suddenly the, the creature/unicorn/narwhale that must have had mated with a horse just staring at us, and us staring back at it. Then it said one word that we all never thought it would say.

            “Hi,” it said in a silky rough voice. It was then that I fainted.

Another Artica Story

            I wake up from the nightmare. I was hyperventilating badly; my breathing was broke up by unshed sobs. Tears slide down my pale icy face, as my mind continues to flash the nightmare, over and over again. My people were dying, the ice dragons being burnt to death. Puddles were what are left of everyone gone. Everyone that I cared about was just gone, in that destruction. My whole home was destroyed, my father’s face ashen as he knew he was going to be next. The screams were still in my head, everything was melting. And all for what?

            I couldn’t even go back to Bionova, if when it happened. Where the hell would I find a fairy in the first place to teleport me here? It was rare, very rare to find one now days. Despair and sadness stuck to me like glue, my tears were dropping steadily onto the silk blanket. I truly feel alone right now on Earth.

            “Artica?” asks Cyrus, from over by the doorway. I don’t look up at him; in fact, I didn’t notice him walk to my room. My sadness seemed to have muffled my senses; it was almost as if it was holding me prisoner, and for once, I didn’t even care. I can hear him sigh as he walks silently up to my bed, and sit on the edge of the bed not that far from me. And for a while, it was just me and him, breathing, and crying. Not an inch of comfort was to be found.

            “H-he…” I trail off, unable to finish whatever I was going to say.

            “Don’t tell if you don’t want to,” he says. I can feel him inching a bit closer to me, but doesn’t make a move to comfort me. So through my sadness, I grabbed for the closest lifeline and that was his hand. He could have pulled away, in fact, it would be more appropriate if he did pull away, but he didn’t, and I was glad. His hand was scorching hot under mine, nearly enough to possible melt it. And yet it didn’t. We were complete opposites that were attracted to each other, in unimaginable ways. His dark eyes were warm, as the tears stopped flowing.

            At least there was one thing that hasn’t been under destruction yet, and that was him. 

An except from the prequel for Immortality Doesn't Exist.

Wow that was a lot to say, for a title. And the top floor should turn up the temperature a bit, it almost feels like the ice age, which by the way is when the MC (Artica) was born. It was also a good thing that I was wearing that jacket. Or I might have been a frozen very realistic, painted ice statue.

Cold, it was so very cold.

            That was my first thought, when I first opened my eyes in this new world. My quick baby dragon eyes were able to perceive everything around me. A white ceiling was up ahead, white walls holding it all up, while the white snow was the base of it all. And up in a little ice crib where a Chinese baby ice dragon was watching it all. Far, so very far that it looked like a thin line was blue and little did my baby mind did know that the blue was the sky. Blue and white, blue and white, blue and white were the only colors that I knew for the moment. Little did I know was that it was going to impact me in a large way. But while I was looking at the ice age world around me, I just had a feeling that I was going to be very different from the other ice dragons. This was weird for a fourteen-hour dragling to feel.

            “What a cute little dragon. All the scales in the right place, the whiskers perfectly combed, the spikes gleaming perfectly. This should be typical for being the daughter of me, the prettiest dragon in the whole race. Now you just need a name, and I shall call you... Artica. Hmm… perfect considering the environment we live in,” said a female voice, which I shall know as my mother.

            “Yeah, a very cold environment, that will never change. It shall be that way for the end of time,” announced my father in a proud voice. I just looked up at them with curious eyes, cooing at my name. Artica a Chinese ice dragon that will be different from the rest.

            “Yeah, better than being warm,” my mother scoffs. “It shall this way for a very, long time.”

            Little did I know they were wrong. 

A Unicorns Revolution.

And this is how it all started.

            It was the unicorns that told her so. It was also the unicorns that started all this. I suppose that’s how once upon a time started. If there was ever a once upon a time…

            It was a normal day for everyone. The pixies were flitting about the flowers with the butterflies and the bees. The trolls and goblins fighting over whose food are whose, and others.  It was just another normal day for the seelie and unseelie. No one appeared to be bored, but that seemed to be the problem for one seelie. This is where the story starts, my dear readers, and unreaders, with that bored seelie. And it wasn’t just any seelie, oh no, it was a special one in fact it was the unicorn prince. He was sweet but conceited, nice and yet demanding, smart as well as just plain. It was just a regular day, his tutor dismissing him early so she can ‘correct’ some papers.  And that left him nothing to do, before he had to go do his princely appointments. So he- let’s call him Nord shall we- got an idea and that was to slip out of the palace grounds. Only problem was that, since the unicorns were at the top of the animal kingdom, it was nearly impossible to come in, or out of the palace grounds. In fact, my dear readers and unreaders, it would take up to a week or two just to get in, even if you were royalty. They check your pockets, your clothes, everything that you have with you, and then they make you take about a dozen tests about who knows what!

            After a week of analyzing your results, they tell you if you’re on the okay to go in, but that would mean more checking your pockets. It’s especially a hassle if you were just going to go in for one day. Once you get out though more searches and tests, and all the while if you weren’t important enough to stay at the palace you would be in the between. Where you’re in between to go home and your destination which is the palace, all the while you’re waiting to get out. But Nord didn’t have to wait a week or two, oh no, he knew ways to get out. Ways that was never ever used by anyone else, except for him. And that was tunnel systems which he made himself, hidden behind the most ordinariest of the ordinary furniture that no one would ever think of going there. In fact, one of them was the light switch in his room. On first thought if you flick it on and off it, looks normal, but the screw under it is password protected. Just flick it on, swipe your finger (if you have Nord’s hoof print that is), and just wait ten seconds, then a hole appears on the floor. Jump in before the full twenty seconds is up. And that’s what he did.

            Only once he got down, there was something odd. And in a trance like motion, he walked down to one of the farthest doors, the one that leads right up to a pond in the forest just a bit outside the palace. He paused right outside the door, frowning a bit, then shrugged not really caring now. He turned the knob, stepping through the threshold instantly right besides the pond. He didn’t have to turn around to close it behind him, it just automatically did it for him, and how could you anyways, if the door just simply disappeared? Well that’s what it did, and Nord saw a crying little elf at the far edge of the pond. He walked up to her, and without a word hugged her, which was a bit hard considering that he didn’t have hands. She didn’t stop crying, in fact, it looked like she barely noticed at all. And with silent words passing between them, he instantly knew what to do, as well as her. Now that’s probably how once upon a revolution started. 

A kiss?

I am tired today, I nearly fell asleep in my class after lunch. Sure the guy is cool and all, but why talk about stuff that we already know. Well I'm rambling again, here is today's story. School isn't much inspiration, tomorrow I should ask my friends what I should write about they are random... used to, or it's hidden. Well I'm rambling again, this time here's the story.

It all started with a soda pop incident. Then a kick and a fight which ended with a kiss; then that just resulted us to go back to normal, which was ignoring each other. And yet as I’m starting it…

“Hello? Are you in there, Bradon?” asks my only friend who happens to be a geek. I shake my head, trying hard to ignore the nostalgia that is starting to form in the pit of my stomach. “You know, a flying trombone is heading towards you right now, and if you don’t open your eyes you’re not going to dodge it in time.” I do as he says, and find that there’s no trombone anywhere, just blue skies, and the regular outside world. It was as usual at this time of day, filled with noise, and smells of the lunches from the school. I can see my friend’s concerned face out of the corner of my eyes, I force a smile so he won’t get too much concerned.

“It was nothing, I was just thinking about the… homework we had to do for Aulexim’s,” I lie.

“Yeah right,” and out of the corner of my eye I see him smirking. “You were thinking about her again, weren’t you,” and I couldn’t help but blush, as it was true. We lapsed into silence, and I could tell that a plan was forming in his mind. But before I can ask him about it, he helped me up and literally dragged me across the grass and into the school garden before pushing me so I fell. By the time I got up, he was just gone. It was as if a ghost was just here. I chuckle quietly dusting myself off, and was about to turn myself around to walk back to the lunchroom when I heard a noise behind me, I pause and slowly turning around, only to find… nothing.

“What are you doing here?” growls a familiar voice behind me. The hairs on my neck were tingling, as fear were spreading up to settle on my body, and yet my heart was pounding, my stomach in pleasant twists. I don’t bothering to turn around, because I’ll most likely get slugged. And hard.

“I was just... looking around; you know to enjoy the scenery. I’m going to leave now,” I say, smirking a teensy bit. Turning left, and, putting a foot forward, then another and another, till I was walking back towards the lunchroom.

“No wait!” I stop, not daring to turn around. I hold my breath waiting for her to catch up with me. The grass making a soft thumping sound, for every step she takes; till she was standing in front of me, an apology in her brown eyes. We were just a couple of inches apart, most likely a foot (once you start hanging around a geek a lot you start to calculate everything, which is a bit annoying.) We didn’t say anything; it was just the small breeze, making me smell her natural earthy perfume. It made my heart almost pop out of my chest.

“Well what?” and I was surprised that the words came out bitter instead of curious. The apology was replaced with hardness, as she shakes her head slowly as if waking up from a dream.

“I was just going to apologize, but guess that’s not worth is,” she says starting to walk off haughtily.

“Wait,” I say surprising both her and myself as I catch up to her, and take her hand and turn her around.

“What?” and this time she says it with such tenderness, that if possible would make me melt into a slushy love struck puddle.  

“It’s just that I forgive you for your apology, and this,” and before neither of us can object I start to kiss her on the mouth. She didn’t try to pull away, and neither did I. This was unlike the first time, when she was so surprised she didn’t kiss me back till the last minute only to pull away. This was lingering, and soft. Once we pulled apart to take a deep breath, we both knew one thing.

Love.