The Fall of Pandora (Camp Nanowrimo 2017)

She walked across the bridge, her bouquet in hand. Her veil was of purest red and her dress was a lovely affair of rouge and black lace. It brushed the front of her thighs and fell down to the back of black heels in a gorgeous train similar to blood. Her hair was darker than the night and was pulled up into two wraps near the back of her head with the veil intertwined with them. With a face paler than the moon and lips like crimson rose petals, she was beautiful. The markings of her royalty fell off her cheeks like black tears from her crystalline eyes. Her people watched their princess, soon to be queen, walk up to the altar beneath the night sky. With words spoken in true love, she would save their lives. Pandora, their beautiful city in the shadow of the moon, would be saved with their princess’s marriage to their beloved prince. The bride, however, had no qualms with this being a ritual that was more for the city than for her happiness. If she had any doubts about the union all she had to do was look up at the man who chose her, out of all his fourteen princesses, to become queen. She was truly blessed and truly honored. Continue reading

The Streetlamp Children (Camp Nanowrimo 2017)

The streetlamp went off at six this morning and a young woman was kissing her boyfriend goodbye as he headed to the bus stop. Watching him board the cross-town bus and vanish on the horizon. As she began to get ready for work herself, she wondered what news she would bring home to him. Continue reading

There’s This Girl I Like (Camp Nanowrimo 2017)

There’s this girl I like…

I thought for minute I was dreamin’ when I met her…

I mean come on, I was laid out in homeroom like I always am. Mrs. Shipline don’t care anymore than I do.

“My name is Ayida Jean-Baptiste…”

Ayida

I opened my eyes for jus’ a second, jus’ a peek. New kids were real rare ‘round here so I had to see. I had to see her; especially cause that lil’ lisp-thing she had caught my ears and wouldn’t let me ignore her.

She was beautiful…

Not in a way ya’ll could understand… not like I saw her…

I’d grown up likin’ all kinds of weird shit.

Things like scabs that I used to pick at. Somethin’ ‘bout someone havin’ scars always fascinated me. The stories they tell. I got plenty from fightin’ and climbin’ and being an all around dipshit. Hers though…

They was like some epic story I needed to read… needed to know…

Half her face was this neat cross leadin’ over her eye like a  mob boss or something and the line of her mouth pullin’ up like a demon. Even the strange colored parts on her neck made me stare a lot longer than I should’ve and she was already jittery.

Guess I would be too since… well I go to school with a buncha idiots who don’t like nothin’ new…

What I liked is that she didn’t cry.

She didn’t get that pitiful look like she was ashamed of her scars. Like none of what they said even touched her. Instead, she jus’ decided to sit down so Mrs. Shipline could feel better ‘bout herself. Utter bullshit, but… couldn’t help how curious I was…

I hurried up and put my head down when Mrs. Shipline started bringin’ her over here. What do I do? What do I say. I wanna talk to her. How do i…

I started snorin’.

Bingo!

Like a charm, Mrs. Shipline tried to be a smartass and scare me awake. I only jumped a little, pretendin’ I was jus’ wakin’ up. Acted like I didn’t even see Ayida… or had heard anythin’

Would I like to introduce myself? Duh.

God, she was lookin’ at me.

The scars were even cooler up close, Raised up and smooth; more like a burn than a cut. I wanted to touch it, to be honest. Instead I leaned in, got a good look and took in her eyes while she leaned away. They were like Calista’s winter skies. All grey but so clear ya couldn’t tell there was clouds up there… like the sky had never had color. They kinda.. shimmered too, like… like how marbles do…

Most of all, she looked scared. Behind all that “I don’t care” she was givin’ off, she was scared of lil ole me. I didn’t… I didn’t like how that made me feel. I leaned back and grinned at her. I’m good. I’m not gonna hurt ya. I wanna be yer friend…

“I’m Dakota Fisher and I have to say yer face is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. Like, look at it. Seriously badass.”

How was I s’psed to know…

How was I s’posed to know… that the girl I liked…

The only girl I’ve ever wanted to like…

“AYIDA, PLEASE! SHE ALL I GOT LEFT!”

would take everything away from me…

Because I was nice to her…

— Harli V. Park

Hellooo! This is my Day 6 entry for Camp Nanowrimo! Late is becoming a habit. 

I decided to try something different and wrote in the voice of Dakota Fisher, my precious cinnamon roll from Transient. I hope you enjoyed a glimpse into his mind. If you enjoyed, leave a comment, ask questions, like, follow, everything! love you guys!!! Happy Writing!!!

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Tinkle. Tinkle…

My daughter is a sleepwalker.

She’s been that way since we moved here six months ago. 10 years old and can’t fall asleep without me by her side. Heh. I don’t mind.

Every night, I keep vigil in our small apartment as a stay-at-home dad, marking the nights and days like a prison sentence. No, I shouldn’t say that. I shouldn’t because I love Izzy. Izzy is the best thing that could’ve happened to me and I see the past six months as nothing but a test of my love for her. A test my wife Liz has failed. Continue reading

Fated…

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They always say that you shouldn’t guard your children too closely. That if something was meant to happen to them, then there will be nothing you can do to stop it. Whether your child disappears from the front yard or gets on a school bus and never comes back, danger will always be around but if it wasn’t meant to be then you are safe. As I’m texting this, I wonder if this is what they meant.

Mom, dad, I won’t say the obvious because you already know as I’ve never given you reason to doubt that your fifteen year old little girl loved you. We’ve always been good…it was just a fight. I’ve always been mature about these things and I know we didn’t mean what we said to each other. You know I never meant what I said…

I better hurry; I can hear it outside the bus. It’s already gotten the other kids and none of them even had time for this. So I think it’s true when they say what’s meant to happen happens. Its ok…I’m not mad, I just thought that for one moment, you wanted to replace me. I know that I alienate you sometimes with the way I think, how fast I learn, how much older I act. But know that even though you believe I look down on you, you were always my parents and the baby will always be my little brother even if because of what is meant to happen, I never meet him.

…it’s on the bus now; I can see ten of its spidery feet. It can smell me so I know I don’t have long.

I won’t say the obvious but I will say what I should’ve said before I got on this bus. Mom, Dad, I’m sorry…and none of this is your fault

Lizzy’s mother lowered the blood covered cellphone and looked at her husband. They, as well as the other parents, exited the blood splattered bus calmly. They stepped through the gore and carnage with indifferent faces, never even bothering to look back at the dried out husk of the creature that had taken their children, nor the limp body of their beautiful daughter Lizzy…whose body was strangely bulged with something moving just beneath the skin. As they stepped onto the black top road and looked at each other, Lizzy’s father placed a caring hand on his wife’s womb.

“You can care about this one now; we don’t have to give this one up…”

“I know….but…” the wife looked back at the bus. “But sometimes…I wish she wasn’t born first.”

“Remember, honey, this is not our fault.”