End"Wow. It really happened."
They sit in silence for a moment, a girl with purple hair and a boy in an orange jacket. Here, high on a grassy knoll, they have just witnessed the end of the world. She snuggles closer to him; the night is cold.
"Look at all the stars. I never knew there were so many." Her voice, childlike and dazzled, comes out in a whisper. She didn't mean it to, but the sight was too big for an exclamation. After all, whispers are so much rarer and more valuable than shouts.
He ruffles the violet strands and smiles at her wonderment, perhaps to hide his own. Men are supposed to have seen it all, to know how to deal with everything.
In years to come, this logic will be proven fallible time and again. But for now, it's his standard.
The darkened city below has been enveloped in a state of chaos. Up here, though, there is only the perfect peace of two birds who've just now realized they can fly. So much space is theirs to claim, more than they have ever imagined.
Sub RosaFor three years, I had roses, and apologized to no-one.
I dont know where you are right now. Probably youre at home or out with your family, but the uncertainty is still worrying. For all I know, it could be happening. The government could be coming for us.
Silly of me, but you wouldnt make fun. Youd just laugh that enchanting laugh of yours and ensure me that were safe. You love that movie, too, with its Shakespeare, fight scenes, and attractively mysterious revolutionaries.
And roses. Always roses.
The rose you gave me is sportingly acting as a security blanket right now. It rests on my lap as I type this, the delicate scent reaching my nose even at a distance. You sprayed the perfume on before sending it, your letter said. Maybe thats why it makes me feel better; its like a little piece of you across the miles.
I turn it in my hand. The black silk shines and, concentrated on the innermost petals, purple glitter catches the light. Twic
Su MorenitaOf all the things Sarah Williams had not expected waiting at her apartment door, a mariachi band had been pretty far down the list. A goblin mariachi band was even further down.
A goblin mariachi band with a certain king as the lead singer was past unexpected into borderline disturbing. Besides that, it was by far the last thing she needed after a long, rather frustrating day at work.
Yet there he was, the infuriatingly handsome Jareth himself, dressed to the nines as usual. He wore a dark suit with metallic embroidery, a long, dramatic cape, and a traditional Mexican hat. Though the costume seemed somewhat at odds with his blond hair and fair complexion, he still managed to make the contrast work for his looks rather than against them.
Getting the goblins to play with any kind of skill or coordination must have taken quite some time, so Sarah found it only polite to stand in the doorway and listen. Jareth's singing was as flamboyant in Spanish as in English; in spite of the ali
To Listen"Go only where you're meant to go,"
The watchman said to me.
"Do only what you're s'posed to do
Be where you're s'posed to be.
See only what we tell you to,
Do only what we say,"
Then on the head he patted me
And sent me on my way.
"Come listen to our stories,"
Whispered ghosts of things long past.
"Walk where once our own feet tread
Peer through the dirty glass.
Investigate the attic,
Filled with photos and old trunks.
Recognize true beauty
Where most people just see junk."
I puzzled and I pondered.
The decision caused me strife.
Should I obedient, trusting be;
Let authority make my life?
Or should I follow my own mind
To spaces long unused?
See what the past had left behind
And learn from its refuse?
And now I say, "Explore at will!"
To you, my reader dear.
Piece together silent tales
Quite interesting to hear.
As for my own decision, well,
Isn't it clear to see?
I'm where the past has called me to;
I'm where I'm meant to be.
The Other Story
Why, hello, child. Do you like stories? Most children do, you know ah, of course you do! Come sit here by me and Ill tell you a truly fascinating story.
You know of a brave little girl named Coraline who used to live right in this very building. Coraline is grown and gone now, with children of her own, but this story isnt about her or them. This story is about a girl who lived her long before Coraline; a girl named Anna.
Anna lived with her family in this house, just like Coraline, but her family owned the whole house. Her room was on the east side of the house, and she loved to watch the sunrise. Sewing and telling stories were her favorite things to do, which was just as well because her family seldom had time for her. So the years passed; Anna grew older and her room became filled with a kingdom of rag dolls. The walls were covered in sketches of places she had created for herself, and every night her doll family listened to her stories, their black button eyes shin