Institution of Good ReputeThings snap here.
A better beginning would have been, "Things snap in the night here," but it's not always at night. Sometimes a snap comes in the middle of a shaft of sunlight or in the garden at dawn. The same snap always comes in the library at noon, a sharp snap and then a small thud against the carpet.
My name is Dulcie Edwards. My papa gave me that locket; if he knew how Margaret had broken it, he'd be very upset. I didn't mean to tell, honestly! She had no right to snap the chain like that.
The snap that doesn't sound like one happens in the hall near Alexis' dorm every so often. That one sounds like a scream, long and shrill.
I'm Virginia O'Dell. God, God, how can this be happening? Lost forever. Everything's ended now, all wrong. Why did he give me what I don't want or need? Oh, God!
And then there's the final snap, the one in my room that actually happens at night. How appropriate. It always comes from the old clothes-hook high on the wall; it's more of a crack.
Hallows' Eve- Chapter TwoIf looks could kill, Jareth would have been dead about one minute ago. Sarah was certain he had a hand in the elevator's mysterious malfunction, but without proof any accusation on her part would sound like petulance. And if there was one thing she wanted to show that puffed-up, smirking bighead, it was her maturity. She turned and eyed the stairs with trepidation. Even uninjured in heels they were an iffy proposition, but her knee continued to bleed and she thought she might have sprained something as well. The sudden warmth of breath on the back of her neck didn't help matters.
"Poor Sarah," said a voice like heated velvet, "unable to retreat to her tower. Funny how such a little fall can incapacitate the girl who singlehandedly bested my labyrinth."
"But it would seem that you are in need of my assistance," he continued. "And I'm quite willing to do the generous thing and offer it for a price."
"There's always a catch, isn't there, Goblin King?" she said between clenched
Hallows' Eve- Chapter One"So sayeth Life, the world is mine!" intoned the green-cloaked figure, raising his arms to the heavens. Around him, richly clad lords and ladies advanced on a group of animated skeletons. The dead retreated, trembling in their rags; the living laughed joyfully at their conquest.
"The flowers that bloom and the song of the birds! The daylight and sunshine!" Life's broad, reddish face beamed as he sang. "So spricht das Lebe, the world is mine!"
Suddenly, from out of the shadows, a woman swathed in filmy black strode to his side. Throwing back her hood to reveal a bloodless face with sunken eyes and cheeks, she countered, "So sayeth Death, the world is mine." With a flourish of her hand, the dead rallied again and skipped amongst Life's followers. They lead the revelers in a mocking dance, clutching at the women's bright silken skirts and snatching hats from the men. Death's dark lips curved into a smirk, and she continued her song.
" so spricht das Tod, the world is mine."
The Angel You...The tea has gone cold, still sitting on the table in the bone cups painted with flowering hyacinths. Your cup has a chip on the rim, from where you dropped it last year; in spite of the flaw, you won't let me replace it. I set it out for you, like always. I'm the early bird, so it follows that I make breakfast.
It's been six days since you left. To the hour; I counted. You didn't drink any tea, just packed your things in purple canvas and let the door slam behind you. Mea culpa, because I was a bad girl and forgot to brew it early. Lazy little girl slept in that morning, only to be woken by the bang of wood on wood.
Of course, I made up your favorite blackberry as soon as I realized you'd gone. It's waiting for you. Might need to be warmed up again, but that's easy. I won't make the same mistake twice; darling, you'll never go tea-less again.
I turn and stare out the window. There's not been enough rain this summer, so the lawn is brown and brittle. "Water the lawn" goes onto my
Stronger"Regan Lillith Tam, class of 2486 (magna cum laude), will be giving her valedictorian address..."
Simon's voice trailed off, and he looked from the pamphlet in his hand to his mother's face. A faint wrinkle of confusion appeared between his eyebrows.
"I don't understand," he said; "Why would your college graduation program-"
Regan wordlessly crossed to stand beside the bed, smoothing her maroon skirt. Silent still, she pointed to the school name printed at the bottom of the glossy flier.
ALLIANCE ACADEMY FOR EXCEPTIONAL YOUTH
Understanding slowly grew in Simon's eyes. For a moment, he couldn't speak; there were no words for the cold horror flooding his mind.
Finally, he made his tongue work. "You...you went there. The Academy," he said quietly.
Regan nodded. "And because of that," she replied, attempting a soothing tone, "I knew my duty. I gave up my career to be a mother. The least I could do was give them the greatest power in the Universe when it fell into my hands."
Ge GeDo you watch me?
I know (or think) you watch
me, but do you
Maybe you're far distant,
Like a businessman who sends a letter
but doesn't really know his family.
I wish you're not theirs.
Not part of the stultifying world of
suits and socials and pecks on the cheek.
I've never thought much of the clouds-and-harp
After must be so much more.
Is it my fault?
Did I outgrow you or
chase you away?
Either way, I wish now.
It's hopeless, of course,
but I do.
Things could have been...
I'll never know.
How can I miss
what I never had?
Would you have held me
or reassured me when it was
all too much?
Would you have fought for me?
You are not a child,
nor an adolescent.
I'm sorry I bothered you.
I'm sure you're very busy.