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PossibilitiesIn that dark the night was alive with the dead. Crisp leaves, dragged by the wind, scraped themselves across the pavement, clattering like skeleton bones. The air was electric. Anticipation. Her silhouette could have appeared from around any corner, behind any tree. My heart raced and the howling wind whipped my hair across my face, tickled my lips.
By the time I entered the building and blinked against the bright lights, my hands trembled.
The elevator chimed and that one thought, that solitary, dangerous, forbidden idea slipped peacefully back into the shadows of a dream.
Doubt Chapter 2
He ran through the trees, checking periodically over his shoulder. Once he was sure no one was following him, he laughed and spun around in quick circle.
"Ha." He breathed, to no one in particular.
In front of him loomed a miniature cathedral. The towers hovered against a gray sky, making the tall building seem imposing and mysterious. Following the mystery, he jogged towards the large brown doors.
The facade of the church was covered in different reliefs depicting the religion of the village. Neatly trimmed rose bushes stood as sentinels, surrounded by a curious gate, too small to keep out anything but rabbits. Curious, he made his way to the fence and bounded over it. The rose garden was beautiful, he had to admit, but nature didn't do much for him.
"Who are you?" An angry voice shouted at him. He jumped and swiveled to see who it was, and nearly tripped backwards in surprise. It was a girl. "Who are you?" She asked again, her brown eyes sparkled dangerously.
He held up h
Doubt Chapter 1
Our room is sparse but comfortable. Father has forbidden us any books, so our walls are bare of shelves. He discourages any writing so there is no desk or chair. All we have is our bed, pushed into the far corner yet dominating the space. We understand Father and his reasons, but we've kept a small secret from him. On one of our walks a vender approached the gate where we stood. He sold many things that we had never seen. Among the books and fantastic colored fabrics there was something we wanted more than anything else. The man called it a journal. He told us that it was for writing things in. It was like the other books, except the pages were blank. The man asked for something in return, but I had nothing to give him for the blank book. He looked at us for a moment and then gave it to us. "For the pretty Demon Girl." He smiled and tipped his hat. We have not seen him since.
We hid it underneath the thin mattress in our room, where is has continued to stare at us day by da
MissingA loud noise made me look up from my book. I was surprised I had heard it over my music, and I looked up. I tried to concentrate on the story I was reading but the sounds, a voice, kept distracting me.
I closed the book and pulled of my headphones. Who in the world was yelling at this time of night?
I swung my legs off the bed and went to the window, opening the blinds a little bit.
A tall man was standing at my neighbors side door. I didnt know the couple well enough to recognize the man or if he was even the husband, so I hadnt the faintest idea of what he wanted.
He had brown hair and was wearing a dark blue long sleeve shirt, and beige shorts despite the cold night. As I watched he shoved his hands into his pockets and yelled again. It sounded like he was yelling the name Kelly. I wondered if that was the womans name that lived there, and why he didnt use the front door.
He appeared to get very frustrated and banged on the door. When there was no answe
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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