A Particular Notion of Aspiration - ProlougeShe just thought about it, popping right into her head after the credits rolled on the screen. She stood up abruptly, waking her younger brother up. He stirred and rubbed his eyes as he watched his sister amble up the stairs and to her desk. She pulled out her chair and clicked on Microsoft Word. She started typing:
They can't see me, yet I can see them, yet a figure out there can see my shadow. My silver wings glisten with glee as I squeeze myself through the narrow gap. That light filtered through the water and I could almost touch it as my hand waved frantically through the water, reaching for something or somebody....
She stopped writing and stared blankly at the screen. Her mind wandered out into the near future, knowing what would become. Her fingers hovered over the white, untainted keys. Her pale sapphire eyes blinked once, the words on the screen staring right back at her maliciously; they crawled towards her, planting themselves in her mind and urging her to continue. It was
Shards of PromiseTears falling hard against my bare hands; her heavy breathing reverberating throughout my hard and cold soul. She once made me smile. She once made me happy. She once made me think I was the best thing that has ever happened to her. Now she cries in front of me, her tears as harsh as fire, fire burning the hands that once caressed her's. Not anymore; never anymore.
Her watered eyes stared into mine, the brown faded behind them. Her trembling body transferred to me, her fear becoming my fear; the fear that we will never see each other again. Her sadness is now my sadness; the sadness that radiates painfully throughout our system. Her love is now my love; the love that will never be broken, but the heart that holds it breaks, and the precious love pours out like lava. That heart, that small mirror reflecting me, broken in pieces, never to be taped back together.
I pulled her into a hug, her glistening, burning tears dousing my shoulder. My tears doused her's, as cold as ice and chilling
SnowdazedI laugh as I whizz past my creampuff mother. I swear, whenever she wears that coat I laugh hysterically inside. Now that I've passed her, I start slowing down, twisting and making the pizza I was taught to do when I was little. Stopping off to the side of the slope, I pull out my phone to check the time. My mom screeches to a halt right below me, and I push my goggles off my face so I can see better.
"Oh no, it's almost three," I utter sadly.
Mom's mouth opens in surprise, "Really? Just minutes ago it felt like ten!" She side-steps up to me and adjusts her goggles. "That means we need to go up again sweetie." Smiling, she angles her body down the slope, leaving a trail of smoky snow behind her. I quickly stuff my phone into my pants pocket and follow her. I almost bump a nearby kid and yell, "Sorry!" before sliding faster across the wide snow path.
When I stop at the resort, I have to look around to try to find my cream mother. I stretch my neck trying to see over the full crowd. She i
Dreamscape: Episode 1: Page 1Rain was pounding against my windshield, the blades flipping wildly back and forth to clear the glass. I squinted through the foggy window, trying to get a sense of where I was on the road. My foot instinctively pressed on the brake pedal to slow my vehicle down and a patch of sunlight struck the road a ways down the stretch of silky black. My heartbeat slowed to a more comfortable pace as I embraced the sun's rays baying down on me and my cross roads jeep. The rain still poured down but thankfully it was letting up a bit. I cracked my window and breathed in the fresh air of the landscape around me. A slight woof spoke up behind me and I peered in my rearview mirror to glance at Aster, my loveable and adorable blonde Labrador. His bright and happy face looked endearingly at me and I smiled at him. He knew we were close. I scratched behind his left ear before he crawled back into his makeshift bed comprised of old worn towels and suitcases enclosed around him like a cave. He shuffled ar