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The Reassurance of GreenIt was Ella's idea to hire a gardener for my mother's tulips.

"I've been doing fine with them," I had said, a little surprised at the sudden suggestion. My sister had looked pointedly at the small patch of tulips that had previously encompassed the whole side yard. They were already dying, and the bulbs would have to be planted again soon. I had been planning an intense Internet search for that.

"I'd like to see you do better," I had muttered, but agreed nonetheless. I left the actual hiring to my sister, though.

Which led me to this moment, staring at a stranger on my doorstep and hoping rather desperately that there had been a mistake an

Dysthanasia.Short-sighted though I’ve always been,
I noticed when you wrote lovely wounds into
my skin with all the blunt finesse
of a child drawing with crayons

but I missed the moment
when you stopped caring enough
to make them beautiful.

a lessonShe is
laughing;
she tosses her hair back and
she laughs at the world
who cannot hope to match her stride.
She meets eyes unashamedly,
she is radiant with confidence.

She is shy,
timid,
her eyes are downcast and
her cheeks are mottled
red.
Her words are whispers,
her breaths are sighs.

She is a sly smile.
She is a soft
whisper in his ear.
She does not seem to know
who she is.

He wants
to peel back the layers.
(though they are both afraid
that what lies beneath

is ugly.)

He wants
to speak to her.
But the words are stuck
in his throat,
suffocated with the
absence

of

oxygen
and he has nothing
to give her.

He wonders
if there

Something Was Bound to Go Right"Do you believe in reincarnation?" Victor asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence in the car. His dark hair nearly blended into the dark sky behind him. Taylor hadn't even noticed he had rolled down the window.

"I have the heat on, idiot," she muttered, rolling up the window from her side. Victor jerked his arm out of the way just before the window rolled up fully, and turned to regard her half-hearted glare with a grin.

"C'mon. Reincarnation. You. Sound legit?"

"No," Taylor said, rolling her eyes. "There's just no way it's possible. And I know you don't believe in reincarnation, either. You've told me that before, when you were t

The DoctorThe doctor tutted, shaking his head and letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Honestly, we have next to nothing to work with these days." He murmured, grasping the girl's chin and pulling it upwards so he could look more clearly into her face. "Brown eyes, brown hair... too commonplace. What I wouldn't give for a honest-to-God natural blonde or a redhead. Everyone's getting sick of all the dyed products we've had to make. Ugh. Well, give this one some blue eyes. Keep the freckles; maybe they'll add something more natural to her."

The young man, eighteen at most, who had brought the girl into the room, nodded. He gently lifted the slender figure

you have a heavy heartAre we still on the two sisters idea?

No.

Okay. What else you got?

Maybe nothing.

You have something, what is it?

I've never written an argument. I've got nothing.

You've had one though. You have you and your experiences and everything that defines you and its okay.

I know. I'm scared.

Does this help? Imagining someone to talk to?

You seem real.

...

And you're not there anymore. Okay. I can do this. Write for someone who looks down on everything I like. Write for someone who looks down on me.

Shall we go over the rules?

Don't write clichéd phrases.

Do you know what that entails?

No. I don't really like how writing has rule

Don't Let Go"Rich!"

There was nothing but silence around her. The air felt strangely...full. Oppressive, like it was pressing in on all sides, choking her. She could barely breathe.

"Rich! Oh God, oh God."

She didn't even recognize her own voice, it seemed foreign to her own ears. Each word spoken was muffled, drowned out by the heavy beat of her heart and her halting footsteps. Every step she took she had to struggle, pushing debris out of the way, sharp pieces of wood and metal scratching her legs as she walked. And she had been walking.

For so long.

"Rich!"

She began to wonder if it was her hearing that was the problem, or if her voice was simpl

97. Safety First"It's never going to work." Jude argued as they walked towards the lot Al had specified.

"Pessimist." Charlie accused half-heartedly, "We don't know that it won't work. And that's better than doing nothing."

"I disagree." Jude said mulishly, staring at his ragged sneakers as he walked, nearly knocking into Charlie, who had abruptly come to a halt in from of him. He lifted his head, a protest already formed on his lips, before the sight in front of him cut his words off.

"Wow." Charlie let out an appreciative whistle.

"Understatement." Jude said, staring wide-eyed at the sleek and luxurious vehicle in from of them. "I thought Al said we we

Gutter- Chapter One    Looking around the large tunnel she was currently in, she decided against moving him up the stairs and onto above ground. She doubted, if she was found by any guards, that they would believe her tale of how she came to find him. And Nemi didn't fancy being blamed for whatever mess she had stumbled upon, especially with him being who he was- at least high class, but he could even be...

    Banishing the thought and considering the boy critically, Nemi reached down and wrapped her arms under his shoulders and attempted to hoist him up, giving a squeak of surprise when she re

86. Seeing RedJude was frozen for a moment, heart beating a sickly, erratic drum in his chest. Everything was chaos around him; he no longer had the slightest clue as to what he should do. He made the choice that seemed logical, that sounded like Al's voice in his head, and ran for cover, throwing himself behind the hovercraft that they had driven there. He pressed his back against the vehicle, panting harshly, cold sweat sticking to his skin, before quickly peeking out from behind the car.

Susan was already down on the ground, a quickly growing pool of blood coalescing around her. The amount would have shocked him once, as would the lurid, bright color;

With Youdarling,
Here lies
don't spend your days
Cecilia Marent
with lifeless, dreary stone
born
love,
in 1990
don't linger where
died
blood was once spilt
in 2010
sweetheart,
beloved daughter
i am not
and sister
in either place
may God
dear one,
rest her
i stay with
soul
you

Gutter- CaughtNemi crept into the room, keeping her eyes underneath the swaying cloth to check for any shadows that would signify a guard, or, worse, the captain. She reached the desk, finally, and looked down at it- the desk was made of a dark brown, almost black wood, with designs on the sides and fronts of the drawers set into the sides of the desk. Nemi could tell with one glance that this desk was expensive. The kind of desk that she doubted could be afforded when one was making a living transporting food to and from markets.

Calm down, she told herself, so he inherited a nice desk or something. Don't be rash.

Because sneaking into a guarded ship in

fairytales"Mira, if you don't open this door this instant, I'm going to break through your window."

"Peter, I'm reading."

"Tell me something I don't know. I'm serious. Open the door. We're going out. As in outside. As in into the real world."

"I can't. I'm just getting—"

"To the good part. I know. And I don't really care right now. For the last time, open the door."

"No, Peter! I'm sick of you telling me what to do."

"You're being unfair, and we both know it. There's only one thing I ever tell you to do and you ignore me anyways, so it's irrelevant."

"I reserve the right to make my own judgments. I'm an adult."

"No, you're not. You're like

RealWhen they met it was on accident.

Her heel caught in a crack on the old sidewalk that was full of them, and her books fell out of her hands and hit the ground almost rhythmically. He thinks that it's the perfect way to meet someone, cliche and nothing embarrassing.

She's had enough cliches to last her a lifetime, and she thinks little of it.

...........

She thinks little of him, to be honest. He is kind and a gentleman, and, at their first meeting, utterly boring. However, boring has a new appeal for her, which is why they meet a second time.

...........

She doesn't realize how much time she spends with him until she calls him one night

Gutter- The LenoreThe Laughing Sailor was, in Loch's opinion, the perfect example of a tavern- at least, the kind his father had warned him to stay away from. So, naturally, it lifted his spirits a little to go inside. Most of the men were already roaring drunk, a few girls were sitting in the laps of strangers and giggling foolishly, and Loch was certain that there was a brawl beginning in the corner of the room.

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"Over here," Nemi said, pulling him towards the barman, an ugly fellow wi

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A Song, A Car, A Highway

by ~AndThenYou, Feb 17, 2013, 3:13:55 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

An eyelash falls down his cheek,
and I wonder-laugh at the unexpected fall.
It’s black against his skin, as pale as my own,
and nearly so as the dust of snow outside the window.
I expect him to hold it out and bid me make a wish,
but he brushes it off his cheek,
and his eyes don’t follow its path to the hand-brake, as mine do.
I want to lean down and grab it for myself because damn,
if he isn’t going to make a wish I could sure use one.
But when I ask him, he grins at me and asks what I would wish for,
when we have such a future in front of us.
For now I’ll keep it a secret, but I do lean close to him and whisper
that we can put that future to the test, and if it’s a good one,
I’ll pay him back in eyelashes.

A Song, A Car, A Highwayby ~AndThenYou

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2013 ~AndThenYou

we had to write sonnets for my poetry class, aaaaghhhhhhhhhh, and since i haven't put anything original or new on here in a while, well, here you go, have some hour long frustration.

notice that it's not even very structured, but my teacher luckily did not insist on any specific meter or rhyme, thank goodness. she did tell me to try and write in couplets, and i think i succeeded for the most part, but i did take that challenge very liberally. ah, well.

i do have another sonnet that i wrote for class, each line with 10 syllables (i don't know if you can tell, but i am very proud, haha), so you might see that one when it's been edited out of its shameful state at the moment.

critique? comments?

writing @ ~AndThenYou

~heyhihowareyoutoday Feb 20, 2013

Oh man, I recently had to write a sonnet for my English class too, but it was absolutely awful. Poetry is hard for me. xD;; I love this, though! It paints a lovely image.

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~LookinAtStufff Feb 19, 2013

Mhmmm. I like it.

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~DHBW Feb 19, 2013

sonnets? oy, that's rough...but good job...

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~Twilight-Nerd753 Feb 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Just beautiful. You are by far one of my favorite authors. This poem is just flawless

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~sandrasunflower12 Feb 17, 2013 Hobbyist

I like it

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~elfgirlunltd Feb 17, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I actually really love free verse poems, so I like this a lot. I like the picture it paints too.

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~tr1st3r Feb 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This is so cute and soooo well written!

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~hpotty Feb 17, 2013 Student

beautiful

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~JmetRopolis Feb 17, 2013

Awe, so sweet thanks for sharing.

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~maximum35 Feb 17, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Oh this is just great. I think you should be very proud.

I'm also glad i'm not the only one who insists someone make a wish on an eyelash. I liked this a lot. Keep up the great work.

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