I put my pen down and turn to my pink checkered curtains, drawn back and fastened with an elastic band, hardened by too much exposure to the sun.
Looking through to the foggy window, I wipe my hand on the glass and shiver as it comes back wet and wipe my hand on my sweater, pulling the sleeve up over my hand. I try again and wipe the window, this time with my sleeve, taking more of the moisture from the icy window.
The image cleared and I was finally able to look outside at the morning sun, shining feebly but, just like me, had not been awake long enough to bring anything meaningful yet. I watched as the sun was smothered by a large cloud, and watched as other clouds stood bystanding. Unmoving.
In many ways, the clouds were just sitting there, innocent and free. But the weather forecast had already sentenced them to their end by the afternoon....
Tears sprung to my eyes as he denied once again, this time slightly louder.
“It’s not that hard to understand, kid. Magic doesn’t exist.”
I glanced up at his looming figure, but the image was blurred so I looked back down, my eyes stinging, my fists balled, my jaw clenched. Curling up into a ball where I was seated, I heard him sigh and stalk off. I blinked, tears finally making trails down my cheeks where they soaked into my shirt, leaving spots of crimson on my previously bright red T shirt.
“It is real. It’s just that no one gets to see it anymore because of people like you.” I looked up in the direction he left in, watching his over-confident silhouette turn a corner, out of sight.
How magic could possibly survive with people always pushing it down and ignoring it, I don’t know but how could you explain it through everything that happens, you and I are...
Don't hate if you can't relate.
We had been walking for days, my blistered feet poking through my worn shoes to meet the cold, rocky ground, sore to the point they were almost numb. My eyes were narrowed in an attempt to force themselves to stay open and we stumbled through the overcast night like drunks. I half-turned to see if my comrade was still following. She was. She was such a loyal friend; with me for as long as I could remember. Emerging over a crest, I caught a glimpse of a faint light in the distance through an evergreen tree, kindling the hope that only moments ago had been the dying embers of an unused fireplace. I could see it in my little friend’s eyes. She ruffled her feathers but just like me had a throat… or beak too dry to utter even the smallest sound. But we had a destination, and we were going to get...
Eyebrows creased and eyes slitted in concentration. Beads of sweat dripped down my spine and time slowed. My weapon was a heavy weight in my fist. My arms were aching from the previous battle as I turned to face one of my greatest enemies. One I would have to fight alone.
I let out the breath I was holding as my pen slowed to a stop. It stayed like that for a while, hovering over the page as I tried to imagine what would happen next. My pen clattered onto the desk and I watched it roll to the edge of the table then fall with a soft thud onto the carpeted floor. I stared at the page and the page stared back at me mockingly. The salty flavour of frustrated tears reached my lips as deadlines looming ahead watched me struggle from the hastily scrawled dates on the pages of my diary. I reread my unfinished story multiple times,...
Inhale… Pick up the knife. Exhale… Walk towards the table.
I put one hand on the smooth flesh and stared into its lifeless eyes, holding my breath to keep from gagging on the smell. Might as well get this over with. I turned the body over and slid the knife into the flesh just below the head and dragged down, blood staining my hands. I dug my fingers in, removing various organs. An impatient knock on the door brought my gaze to fall on the scowling figure in the doorway.
“How long does it take to gut a fish?”