The Worst NightmareWe were talking on the phone again, about something inexplicably random I'm sure. I'd noticed now occasionally that she was barely present in the conversation. Her tone was flat, and her responses were lifeless. I couldn't help but ask what was wrong. Now I've grown rather accustomed to hearing "Oh nothing" or "Nothing, I'm fine", but this time was different. After a long pause, all she said, all it took, to bring my world crashing down was one word. Us.The Worst Nightmare
Still reeling from her statement, I was deprived of speech, of breath. I held my phone half choking on the message that had lodged itself in my throat.
"Us?" I asked
E1even Things-The First- That's what you are really in my mind. The first of so many things for my life. The first to make everything seem so right. There aren't too many things I'm sure of, but I'm absolutely positive that I want you to be my last first ever.E1even Things
-The Second- You've been so many things to me. You've been one of the best friends I've ever had. You've made me a better person, I think. I only wish that I've had a positive effect on you You're meant to make a difference
-The Third- For half of my
Textbook Sweetheart - Spring Despite her random appearance, Sella was accepted into their, previously, two person group. However, one member did so grudgingly at first. At any given moment, particularly during their breaks, she hovered around Matt, and the two seemed inseparable. Although it all seemed foreign to him, Matt welcomed the idea of feeling so comfortable and natural around someone other than Roslynn, whom he took years with to accomplish such a feat. Roslynn was still preoccupied with finding her mysterious author as she flipped through the book’s pages during study hall. “What do youTextbook Sweetheart - Spring
Textbook Sweetheart - Winter “Hey Mrs. Paulson, is Matt there?” Roslynn asked over the phone. “Ah, Roslynn! He just got out of the shower so just give him a second. Okay ‘hun?” said her self-proclaimed “second mother”. “Roz? What’s up?” Matt said shaking, almost shivering. “Dry yourself up, put some clothes on, and get over here! I need to bounce some theories on you!” Worried, he did as he was told and in a matter of minutes, he was out theTextbook Sweetheart - Winter
boy.boy (boi) n. –boy.
1 the creep of the sunrise as you sit on the porch together; the butterflies tickling your stomach; the tremble of your voice blurting out, "yes, i like you, yes, i'll go out with you" before your intoxicated brain awakens to remind you that you don't want to say these things yet; the smile that sets your heart pounding loudly enough to drown out the precautions your brain shouts at you.
2 the accumulation of minutes on your phone bill filled with jokes and giggles muffled by blankets; the droop of your eyelids when the conversation begins to slow well into the mo
This is a Markanine. Or a Mark-Robin. Or most people just call him Mark. He might prefer Mark-Robin, though, even though he tells people to just call him Mark when they specifically ask him at their college orientations what he would like to be called. But it's okay. He's cute and he makes me smile. :) |
I'm putting a writing club (back) together. If you're interested.
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The Writing Company
I might join up after my finals, I've been trying to get back into my "groove".
Best of luck with your club.
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