I amI am the stone
That you step upon
To cross the stream.
I am the scarred
That you compare to
To feel better again.
I am the lost
That lets you know
Youre on your path.
I am the hurt
That shows you how
Your pain is small.
I am the unloved
That makes you feel
Loved all over again.
I am the ghost
That hides in shadow
As you bask sunlit.
I am the stone.
Connection to the PastBut mommy, I dont want to go to school! the little girl whined.
I know Darla, but you have as much choice about school as I do about going to work, so be a good girl and lay down, and mommy will plug you in. Cant have you connecting in late. Blissany said, stroking her daughters long blonde hair before pulling it aside to reveal the nape of her neck.
Several open ports were aligned in a row along the little girls spine, just as there were along hers and everyone elses nowadays. They were implanted before birth, while the child was still in the embryonic tube, so that the tissue would grow around the ports and minimise exterior healing time. When bodily pregnancies had been outlawed and switched to embryonic tubes for population control, it had opened up a whole new world of bodily modification.
People were being suited with so many things these days that the tube implanted ports were a bare minimum. Her own mother
The courage of a falconShe listened to the crunch of the snow under her boots as she made her way down the drive. The night was cool and clear, and she could see every star in the sky. There wasnt even the barest trace of wind and she felt like she could stay out there forever so pleasant it was. She walked more slowly, knowing she would eventually reach the house next door and she would have no choice but to go through with what shed been pushing herself to do these past few days.
She stopped and looked up, breathing in deep of the cool air. She felt so alive. Yet she also felt so alone out here, in the dark of a winter night. Hopefully she would be changing that soon. She started walking again, a flutter in the pit of her stomach at the thought of what she might be doing. But she was leaving Friday, going away, and she wouldnt have another chance. She wasnt going to let something like this slip by so easily.
As she passed their car and hopped down the stones to their front door, she
A painful dreamI dreamt of you last night. It nearly broke my heart all over again. I wish it could have been true. What I want so much right now is just to be with you. In the dream you were seeking forgiveness. We tentatively touched hands. I wanted so much to be held again, like we used to do. Its dreams like these that plague my night time, that make me want not to sleep. I have enough painful memories, that near my heart I do keep. Every time I close my eyes, youre the one I see. I want so much to let you go, but youre just in much too deep. Every day I remember things, little things that make me smile. Its all these little things, that make getting over you take such a long, long while. Part of me really doesnt want to. It just keeps hoping that youll come back someday. That youll right your wrongs, that youll make me yours again someway. I know this isnt true. You dont love me anymore. You walked out on me, and you slammed the door. S
I don't like anyoneThere once was a little blue dragon named Jaybee, who had obstinately decided she didnt like anyone. She flew on her little wings to a small island in the middle of a large ocean, where she decided she would forever stay, away from the everyones of the day to day.
Here there is no one, no one for me not to like. she said to herself as she settled in, her tail wrapping around herself as she got ready to nap. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the calm of her little one-palmed island.
Yet then she heard splooshing, and splishing, and splashing and opened her eyes to see what there was to see. There, before her, was exactly what shed been trying to avoid! It was someone. Not just any someone either, it was a smiling someone. Jaybee especially disliked those someones, the ones that would smile and grin and try to get her to do so too.
Seeing this, Jaybee said, Poo.
What? the someone said, swishing his orange tail, turning around to face her.
Never Believe ThemMOMMY! Mommy! Moooommy! the little girl cried out from her bed.
Footsteps resounded down the hall, a sliver of light spilt in under her closed bedroom door seconds before it burst open and her mother ran into the room.
What is it baby?! Another bad dream? her voice was high and shrill as she cradled the screaming girl in her arms.
Mommy! Theyre there! Theyre there mommy, I know they are!
Shhh, baby, its okay, theres nothing th-
What is it this time? the fathers voice grumbled.
The woman turned around to see her husband hallowed by the hallway light, his right shoulder leaning on the doorframe, a hand casually scratching at his crotch.
She thinks theyre-
Daddy! Daddy theyre there! Make them go! Make them daddy! Daddyyyyy!
This shit again? Fuck, Janice. Shut her up and shut her up fast and I dont want another fucking squawk out of her again, you got that? wi
Another Aspect GoneThe grunt workers shovel gritted against stones in the semi-frozen ground. The tough one helped, both bending their backs to the task of digging the grave. The surface hadnt been too hard, but further below the ground was already frozen and it was tough going.
Theyd argued leaving her in the mausoleum over winter but the motherly one would have none of it. They would be interring their sister in the ground while they still could, no matter the work involved.
This should never have happened. the tough one said.
The grunt worker shrugged and kept on digging. A few feet away, beneath a tree, hid the new comer. The scarred ones eyes were as of yet unused to the brightness of the December sun on white snow and preferred to stay in the shadows. Shed showed up the day theyd found the wife. No one but the tough one, the grunt worker and the motherly one would go near her, except for the other one who had showed up. The proud one.
They called her