Never Get OldNever Get Old
I remember coming home from school in
Coming home and seeing gray wispy hair
Popping up from the back of my
Grandfather's old chair.
The chair was gray, too, but it did
Not have the white.
She would be there, and I would come
Into the living room to say hello,
"How are you, Grandma?"
I would talk to her for
But I always had so much to do
Even when I had nothing to do.
She would say, while getting out of
"Never get old."
My sister and I would laugh politely
And offer our aid.
She would ride the trolley
During the Saint Patty's Day parade,
And I would wave to her with gloved
Hands from my place on the flag corp.
Flash: green, shamrocks, white, and bagpipes.
It was all over in a few short weeks.
She would go home.
I went off to school
A couple Saint Patty's Days came and went.
A whorl of exams,
Then a trip.
There was a problem, and we went to
The hospital to see,
She was lying there unable to speak,
Her eyes trained on my Dad's face.
I was upset an
Ruins Chapter 21But she's horrible at her own emotions so you're gonna have to be blunt, you hear me?
I was in between consciousness and unconsciousness I heard a voice, but just as I thought I understood the words, I slipped back into a world of odd shapes and dark colors. When I woke up, I forgot about them. It was not until Keil and I got back to the mercenary headquarters after talking to her former employer (that idiot Marvel) that the words echoed in my head again. I was not even sure they were real. I could have just imagined someone saying that to me. And yet, there was a certain substance to it that outweighed all of the other things I thought I heard.
I was in severe pain. Once we were back, I collapsed on the first chair I could. Of course, sitting made it feel worse, and I wound up stretching out awkwardly on the chair without bending at my hip joint. I looked ridiculous, and probably very pathetic. Keil glanced at me, but decided not to say anything, much to my relief.
"So why do you
The Dark I Know WellThe Dark I Know Well
I'm going to eat. And eat and eat and eat and eat
Until I'm big and fat. And I just won't stop at
Food; I'll swallow the entire world.
And the world will be in my stomach
And my stomach acids will eat away at it.
The paint of the world will melt away.
The grass, the oceans, the mountains
All will drip away their greens, blues, and purples
Into gray blobs. They'll be nothing, they'll
All be nothing; just disgusting gray mush in
My intestines. All of you, everything
Then I'll be bigger,
Then I'll be bigger.
Eventually I will eat enough to make me
Sick. And then the world will be back to the way
It was. The colors will evaporate back to their accustomed places
And I'll go back to what I am. But hopefully
This time around I will be wiser.
Ruins Extra: TatianaI opened my eyes. Gray light was seeping in through the windows. It was never sunny in this city, but I didn't care. I smiled to myself, as I did every morning, as I remembered where I started and where I am now. I stretched, and glanced over at the other side of the bed: empty. Quinn clearly had some pressing business to attend to. I sat up, and saw my breakfast tray sitting on the table. On the tray was a daffodil sitting in a small vase. I got up, wrapped a silk robe around my rather expensive lingerie, and lifted the lid off of my plate; toast and eggs. I tucked some of my silky dark hair behind my ear before biting into the toast. I poured myself some of the coffee, then walked to the window. The city was smoggy and full of people running around. All so little. All so tiny.
I thought of how I began. How I worked my way from the bottom to the top. I had been a pickpocket and a stripper, sometimes even an assassin…anything to pay the bills. I had not really ever cared about p
Ruins Chapter 17Lily Park was just as I remembered it. Its beauty was why I chose to live part of the year here back when I still had my life. God, they didn't make towns like this anymore. I walked confidently, almost comfortably considering the circumstances. Keil did her best to blend in with the unknowing passerby, but her face still looked too strained.
"Where would Quinn want us to go?" Keil asked, looking at me.
"I have a good idea," I said, my face falling slightly, "Probably to my old house. I don't think they've sold it yet it was an awfully expensive place, you see "
Keil looked at me carefully, then nodded, her hand brushing ever so gently against my elbow. We walked a few blocks down, then turned to where the expensive old mansions stood. They were elegant and graceful in their old age, their wooden and brick pieces curving and arching stoically. Keil, for a moment, lost the strain in her eyes and was smiling slightly as she looked at the beautiful architecture. We continued on
Ruins Chapter 15"I don't think I've ever seen so many trees in one place in my life," I said faintly.
This was, in fact, the truth. How was it possible all these trees were here? They stretched tall and imposing, countless numbers of trees.
The man, the motorcycle man, startled us, and I was already on edge. Mercifully, he actually proved to be helpful. I think. I don't know. I wasn't the one leading this expedition. Keil was the one in charge. I was just here for the ride.
Now, needless to say, as excited as I was to see the forest, hiking through it was an entirely separate issue. A few hours into our hike, I was ready to die. It was no news to me that I was out of shape, but this was ridiculous. We finally took a break.
" and try to stay out of poison ivy," Keil explained.
Poison ivy. Poison ivy? One of those trivial things you hear about only once or twice in your life in Central, as there was no poison ivy there. Poison ivy? Darn it, I've heard about it before what does it d