Beautiful MusicThe low playing of the piano had grown louder once she’d left her designated bedroom, and the layout of the grand castle quickly came forth in her mind as she attempted to locate just where the music was coming from. It didn’t sound like it could be coming from this second level, the echo off slightly to hint at that. It must have been downstairs somewhere, perhaps in one of the unexamined rooms she’d passed up on her way in. After venturing further into the castle, she’d failed to go back and look at the rooms she’d first passed by, too interested in the delightful smells of the dinner that had been waiting when she&Beautiful Music
Content to DreamI lay awake watching the minutes tick By. I can’t sleep, can’t get my mind to quiet Itself. Loudly it speaks your name over And over, and all I can do is listen.Content to Dream
Happy times, sad, memories never to Be forgotten. All of it is precious Yet painful, knowing it could never be. But I’m content to dream it anyway.
Class rolls on, ignorant of my lack of Attention. Instead of American History, my mind reflects on my own,
In particular, us. I dream of one Day seeing your face before me, smiling Happily to see me. Sadly, this won’t Happen, e
Sci-Fi Story - IdeasThe day was bright, the clouds light and fluffy and moving lazily across the sky under the warn rays of the sun. As accustomed to such days, there were many people wandering about on foot, the need for cover during their travels through town unnecessary. Instead of cars littering the streets, it was only crowds hurrying about their business, not wishing to be late or moving along leisurely without a rush. A pair—mother and daughter—moved a pace somewhere between the two, determined on buying the needed ingredients for dinner though in no rush since it was still only midday. They talked and joked easily between each other, seeminglySci-Fi Story - Ideas
Untitled: Part TwoI felt grateful to my sister for trying to include me in her daily activities. I couldn’t eat, just as I hadn’t been restrained by the front doors of the house. It turned out I didn’t need to eat, my stomach feeling stable and unchanging, as did everything else inside of me. I didn’t need to use the litter box, didn’t need to drink, didn’t need to sleep. It made me feel a little useless, having so much time to do nothing really in particular, but I could manage so long as Ghost kept talking to me, which she did. It helped make waiting more tolerable. And while she slept I watched Papa and Mom, noting the little tUntitled: Part Two
Omg, I live!
Optimism
