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The day was beautiful. Cherry blossoms bloomed in the yard, a light breeze scattering some on green grass and landing in a small koi pond. The fish jumped and swam to the landing petals, thinking it was food, but were quickly bored and left. The forest around the small house was swaying lightly.
Despite the beautiful scenery, not all was well in the Honda household. Kiku was a young man, honorable to his family. Many young girls liked him but he didn’t like any of them back. His parents thought it was time for him to remove is bachelor status.
Kiku walked through the paper screen doors, looking curiously at the people kneeling at the small table. His parents were laughing al
He looked around hurriedly, trying to find something that would match the requirements of his fraternity brothers. His eyes locked on a room, the door half open to him. He bit his lip as he glanced inside, gently levering it open to find a bedroom. He smiled in relief when he saw it was empty.
He wondered who's room it was, for a moment, too scared to turn on the lights as he crept inside. A girl's, he hoped, noticing the pink sheets. He glanced around a moment more, carefully openi
_____ casually ate her sandwich, also propped with a book ,by herself in the dining hall. Everybody else was across the room playing cards, a day-off. Ceasefire day. So _____ took the day off by reading a book, everyone else playing their various games she hated to play; She always lost. When they offered _____ a place in the game, she'd tell him a stern, "No". They'd shrug and turn their attention back to the huddled circle.
Scout however spent this day sleeping, unusual, but he needed it. He was under fire yesterday, the
BLUs on their up game somehow. He'd taken a few bullets but nothing the good ole' Doc couldn't fix. It was _____ who usually took the Intel most of the time, her being quite small to fire at,and her ability to avoid things never failed her. Guess she was slow that day. So now she sat here, finished with her meal, still reading the book - in which case bored her to death.
"I still don' get why you read books for" His voice rang throughout the room, nobody s
you pulled me back, landed me on the moon,
so we could sit in the vacuum silence
and watch suns spiral down to hell.
You radiated, my minuscule flare,
your worn heat baked my bones brittle,
but it somehow made me stronger.
It ended when your eyes slid lateral,
fractured feelings leaking out in tears;
it was the first and last thing
I ever saw again.
This ridiculous happenstance,
simple in its impossibility,
was what broke us apart:
While solar light is beautiful,
it blinds when reflected by
-with his own hands.
He built his house,
our playhouses, tepees and dream castles
with his own hands.
Age 70 he was still climbing our roof,
(the one of the real house)
with his own hands.
So the worst thing
the worst thing
the worst thing was
when he had to watch our hands
-we all had come to help-
tend to his beloved garden
while his hands could do
The worst thing was
when he died
-on the inside-
'I am so useless.'
And I wished,
and I wished,