It was a little after ten when he left. John didnt really know why he was leaving. His family wasnt actually that bad. Mom and Dad were just regular parents with everyday complaints. His little brother was about par with every other eight year old younger sibling. But something just made him despise them all. Oh sure, he loved them, of course. But John just couldnt stand being part of them.
He walked down the dimly lit street with a backpack slung over his shoulder, mentally going over his checklist one more time. Change of clothes? Check. Quick-Hack-Kit? Check. Knife? Duct tape? Black garbage bags? Check to a
Love is a cruel mistress. A dominatrix of sorts. Like an artfull switch, she teases, letting you have your fun. Then. Then she turns. Chains you. Whips you. Tears out your very soul and stomps it with bladed stilettos. Then casts you out on the street, ragged and torn. Wanting more and yet. Scared to ever try again.
As I stare at a blank page, Im plagued with those same old questions.
What am I doing?
What do I hope to accomplish?
I look at the clock which heartlessly displays the numbers 3:07 a.m.
Why am I not in bed?
Maybe I should get the Decepticon symbol tattooed on my chest
That's when I realize that I've slipped into my own psychotic stream-of-consciousness. Im not going to anything written anytime soon.
How does J.K. Rowling do this?!?!
Wait. Scratch that last one. She had stopped trying when Sirius died
When we began to walk,
This stretch of highway called friendship,
I knew one day we'd part.
Whather by chance or freak occurance,
We'd go our seperate ways.
I always hoped our highway,
Would come to a fork in the road,
And though our paths would split,
We'd still walk side by side.
But now that we have parted,
I'm sad.
Because our paths are not in the direction.
We no longer walk as comrades but,
Rather,
Our paths lie in opposition.
We cannot walk together.
You left me at the crossroad.
Why?
Why do I feel bad?
Why do I feel guilty?
It didn't involve me.
I'm not Superman.
I'm not your knight in shining armor.
So why do I feel bad?
Why do I always feel like I have to save the damsel in distress?
Your aren't a princess.
You aren't my girl.
Why do I feel like I have to protect you from the world?
It didn't involve me.
It wasn't my problem.
So why do I feel bad?
Why?
The riffle of cards. The eye-pleasing three-way-cut. And there it was. Her card.
Show me how you did that! Jessica demanded.
No. Shawn replied. It was just as simple as that.
Then do it again.
How bout another trick? Shawn asked.
What kind of trick? She prodded.
Oh, you know Shawn answered as he produced a half-dollar from the air and began to roll it down his knuckles. The miraculous kind. he continued as the coin reached his bottom knuckle and he just as easily made it vanish.
This was exactly what she had hoped to hear. Shawns littl
Do you have all your stuff? asked Archebald.
Yep, replied Cooper happily.
So, remind me again why youre flying to Alabama.
Because they told me to, silly.
They? Whos they? Archebalded inquired.
Archie You KNOW you arent suppose ask about them.
What?!? Since when?
Since Chu-Chu started speaking.
Who the heck is Chu-Chu?!? You arent making any sense!
Archie, calm down. Lots of things dont make sense and yet you just accept them. For instance, how do you know me? Have yo