I didn't understand why it bothered her so much. It was really pretty bangle, with intricate detail work that was designed to look like silver stems. Those stems led to sixteen bronze daisies, where a moonstone was in the center of each one. No one I knew had a bracelet as lovely as mine. My brothers' bracelets were plain and boring-- iron bands with a lot of small gems rand
i couldn't sleep. i was too busy tossing and turning and throwing my pillow at the shadows dancing in my room.
i tried counting sheep, but somehow, one became two became three became fifty became purple became what the hell is wrong with me?
i glanced at my phone and thought about calling you. and then i realized that you're never the one to call me, and that stung, and i decided to count the stains on my ceiling instead.
some idiot set his car alarm off, and the other cars answered, forming an odd sort of melody.
i wanted to answer with a scream of my own, but i forced it to stay in.
sleep was calling my phone, but i couldn't find it to answer. i wondered if i lost it.
i finished counting the stains, and there were twenty-six on my ceiling. the shadows were laughing at me - or maybe it was me, laughing at myself.
i stumbled through my closet to find my phone, finally answering to sleep.
'alyssa.' i didn't reply.
For six years I lived in supermarket doorways
and threw up dry soil. I could have died
I should have
not lied. I have not been to logic class
for three weeks, our task is to determine
consistency. Pen lids can not stop ink
unwinding downstairs, expanding
into last year
where a father opens his fingers
and touches cake wrappers.
He tied a dog chain around his child's neck
for all the stories she told and dirty plates she left
by the cream sofa, then he said goodnight to his wife
with chemical lips
thirty eight minutes later.
This is the room where trees die
and mathematics are always wrong. I make jokes
about the zeros on the wall and try to add them up
before they slip through the gaps in my throat.
I cannot stop them. When I was five
my best friend had legs like breadsticks, she went shopping
with her mother every weekend while mine pushed hoovers
and prescription drugs
into her palms.
I love her through time machines
My cousin ate yoghurt in a caravan
and always washed the d
Lightning never spoke again though. Within minutes I found myself sitting bolt upright in total darkness.
It hadn't rained so unforgivingly the e
Lightningclaw stretched and yawned, then got out of bed and walked over to the bedrrom window.She was a young brunette with long hair and blue eyes, and her and Tigerclaw were married a couple of weeks but weren't planing on having kids any time soon unlike most of their colleges and other people by the lake all had 2 or more.
'I really dont know wheather I should go to work today' Lightningclaw wondered to her self, since she made the wrong choice of going out and staying at the pub for ages on a Sunday night. Even though it was mostly her fault, Lightningclaw couldnt even keep her eyes open and crawled back into bed when she heard Tigerclaw walking up the stair.
"Morning" he said, smiling and entering the room. He was holding a tray with a cup of cofe and 2 toast and had a towe
The library, which was made out of a tree housed a unique unicorn; one that would not be having a pleasant night. This unicorn was the one and only Twilight Sparkle, Celestia's most faithful student and protégée.
Twilight was fast asleep, wonderfully and peacefully resting in her bed. The covers and pillows were a shade of color that seemed to match the mare perfectly; her mane was groomed and styled for now. Nearby in his basket slept a small purple scaled dragon that puffed smoke out as he dreamt of what dragons dreamt.
All was calm until.
His first instinct was to drive to Mark's house and beat the shit out of him. He did, and then went straight back home. She was standing in the driveway.
'Dad! What have you done?'
He opened the door. The first thing to catch his eye was the calendar.
Shit. April first.