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The CourierThat morning I opened my door to find a hundred tiny purple flowers peeking out from under the uncut grass, almost as if a hundred little eyes were fixed on mine. Some kind of crocuses, I was pretty sure. I always knew their overnight arrival heralded the imminent coming of spring; this year, I feared it. At least, on some level. I feared the affirmation of time's passage independently of myself. I feared the loneliness. I feared my own darkness. But I was actually very fond of the crocuses. I liked flowers and trees and dirt and those sorts of things in fact, when I went to Massachusetts in the fall the first thing I noticed was the rocks. Big rocks, boulders, sometimes stacked on top of each other to make fences, sometimes jutting out the sides of grassy hills like the earth's fractured ribs, sometimes big slabs of granite thrown into piles because nobody quite knew what to do with them all. I thought they were just so fantastic that I even thought about picking one up and tak
Next Departure 8:00Your fairisle cap wags up and down, swings
left and right as you dance, leap, and pirouette
around lean maples and willowy oaks.
Roses bloom across your cheeks,
dusted with sugar; honey hair
almost held captive under the cap.
A steam engine jounces the tall,
lonely forest; its high wail pierces
and echoes through the silent woods.
The wintry breeze breathes
glitter onto your cap, and
sadness into your blue eyes.
Flawed Realities and Saying Goodbye"Goodbye," I said to her.
I'd wanted to be together forever. I'd wanted share everything. I'd wanted us to be a part of each other.
Slowly, I started to accept some things. Things that I'd always known, really, but never accepted; things I'd stuffed away into a dark corner of my mind to never be seen again. Now I was seeing them. I had been lied to, many times, and given many false promises. I'd fostered many false hopes. I believed, right up until the end, that one day I would meet her. The words "I don't want to meet you" stabbed right through my heart. Once she'd told me that she would come up to play manhunt with me, maybe to one of my birthdays; did she ever really think that? Even when she said it, did she think that?
And this made me just a little bit angry. At a time I'd believed that anger and love were incompatible, but now I felt them at the same time. I realized I was tired not just because I hadn't slept in three days, but because I had tried for so long for just cr
Love Lost and Heats BrokenIt's Christmas eve and I am crying. I don't know what else to do. For now, there is nothing. As I struggle to breathe, my notebook is clutched tight to my chest, "I miss you" scribbled in every margin.
For the first time in my life, the thought crossed my mind: I hate her, I hate her! I hate her for leaving me so alone. I want to believe that I will ever see her again, even though I know I will not. And I don't hate her. I love her, I love her so much, it hurts.
Every sound I hear I think might be my phone ringing, but I know it will never be. Maybe it will never ring again. And if it does, it will never be from her.
I will never, ever get another message from her.
Those messages that used to bring me so much joy are gone from my life. It hasn't sunken in yet. The only real sound is that of tears hitting the page. When I want to text her, all I can do is write my thoughts down in my notebook. It helps a little, just a little.
I loved her so much, I love her now, and it doesn't mean any
Housemates OCT Audition: One in a MillionThere were a lot of weird things in this realm.
Televisions, for instance. Jin seemed to find them curious Satoshi did, too, but whenever he got close enough to touch one the screen would turn to static. That made things complicated. He would've liked to take it apart and find out exactly how it worked.
"It's not magic," said the younger boy, more to himself than anything. His violet eyes were fixed on the mysterious object as it sat haphazardly atop a flimsy table in their hotel room.
"No," Satoshi returned, offering a quick nod in agreement.
"What is it, then?"
"It's called electricity."
Jin's mouth was held slightly open in awe.
The kid was intelligent, for sure, but he wasn't exactly the powerhouse Satoshi had been hoping him to be. He was only seven, and his magic was barely human-level. He was nowhere near as powerful as he'd been in his previous life. In fact, his standout ability was the power to make flowers grow.
Flowers didn't win fights.
And, sure, he was a good lear
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