When we used to watch movies together with chips and popcorns. We used to discuss each moment of the movie and laugh on how the whole world is missing this!
Do you remember!?
How we used to listen music. I never forgot the songs you gave me. I never had known someone with such a taste. You dazed me. You daze me always. You used to headbang on the songs like you're fading into insanity. You never came out sane.
And do you remember our kisses!?
Like you're no one but me. Like we're thirsty for years and it became more than before. I knew I was being dissolved somewhere inside you.
Do you remember!?
How your father hated me cause you loved me. He never knew you belonged to me.
"Who sent you!? I have dangerous friends out there."
"If you knew how many times I have heard that before. "
"What you want!? I can get you money!?"
"Well, I have heard that a lot too."
"Why you doing this!?"
"Because I have to. Because I need control. I am trying to make things as they're."
"Is there anything I can do to keep you from killing me."
"Then get away with this already."
"Well, I don't really take orders. But this case is an exception."
I peeled off the wrapper, slowly and observingly. Beads of perspiration danced on my face. Sweat flooded all over my body. I could bring it near my watering mouth. Stared for some time, at those luring lines. Licked it a bit. Took a tiny bite. Let it dissolve in my mouth and please all my buds. I crave for more. It's grave sings lullabies in my mouth. Slips and seeps below. I became the Baron of its barren lands. I forgot a piece rap the way I wrap nudity and forget peace.
Another victim enjoyed unwrapped.
I don't know what made me the way I am, what left me standing right between the darkness where all I could see is people, but from a distance. I have always felt a glass, thick and strong between me and the rest of the world. I have seen eclipse whenever I stand infront of a mirror.
Whatever it was, it just left a hollow place inside me.
The glass breaks often. I need to break in. For the fresh air. For the Sun. I kill people and glasses fade for a while. All the light feels filling the hollowness in me.
I kill people to breathe. People feel like faking a lot of human emotions. But I feel like faking them all. And I fake them well.
Hi!! I am Dexter. Dexter Morgan. And I am a very neat monster.
I could not keep waking up in this disheveled and hungover state any more, it was really taking its toll on me. No more prickly cider til I have dealt with the issues at hand. Okay, well Braden will be here in a couple weeks, that leaves time to prepare for his welcome party! He wouldn't know what hit him. (except he would, since he had Greta in his pocket), but Orchid didn't know that. After she was dressed, she headed downstairs where everyone was busy doing their individual jobs, but no sign of Greta. Orchid checked the kitchen, no sign of her, maybe back in her room, I hope she's okay! As Orchid approached the door, she could hear Greta talking with someone, but couldn't make out what was being said. She knocked on the door, everything went silent! "Greta, Orchid called out, I need to speak with you, may I come in)? She stood there, knowing Greta was in there. She is so strange! Okay, well, I need you in the office, ASAP! When Greta was certain that Orchid had left, she grabbed the phone, took it off hold, to hear Bradens mother's shrill voice, "how dare you put us on hold, who do you think you are?" Greta responded, " I think I'm the one that's going to make everything happen, so you best snap your trap shut and listen!" No, "you listen, you dirty little fairy person, I am Peggy Sutton-Sharp, and you will not speak to me like that or I will have you torn apart, limb by limb, do I make myself clear?" Greta had already disconnected. Now to make sure Orchid had not overheard anything. Jinx had seen Greta sneaking around lately, so he was determined to find out what she was up to! He had just went in her room to snoop around, when he could hear her shrill voice in the hall, coming toward him, he quickly hid behind the closets venetian doors. He was able to peer through and hear everything perfectly! He didn't want to believe that she could do this to Orchid, but in all truth, he was not surprised! This is really gonna tick Orchid off, and then it's going to break her heart. I am not going to let her get away with it. Just as Jinks had predicted, the doodlebug clan showed up in exactly a week, with every weapon, and gadget, and special herb, known to the whole fairy population. Orchid made her way outside to welcome everyone. There were so many she'd never met before. They must have merged or multiplied while she was away at school. There was a set of twin little girl fairies that were just too adorable! She went over to introduce herself, and as she reached her hand out, the one spit at her, and the other spoke in a voice that could only be described as someone who had chain smoked for years. That's the best I could describe it. The grated voice said, "knickknack", Oh my word! The other just stood there grinning! "Are there no normal fairies, "Orchid thought? "Well now, listen, knickknack is it, you are welcome here but no spitting, at all." So dear, what is your name, regretting asking as soon as she opened her mouth, she said, "pattywhack.". "Pattywhack, Orchid asked? Both girls started shaking their little heads up and down. "Whew", exclaimed Orchid! Okay then, Jinks here will show you all where you'll be sleeping, if you need anything, just let Jinks know please! Jinks very secretly whispered that he needed to speak with Orchid, and it was urgent. Orchid seeing the serious look on his face, she said, "please get everyone situated, and tell them all we have a 9:00 breakfast meeting in the morning, so please don't over indulge in the prickly cider." Come to my room when you're finished. Orchid was retiring to her room, when Greta came waddling over. "Hello love, everything going as planned, any changes you've made?" No! "Our meeting to discuss said plan is at 9:00 for breakfast." Okay love, well good night! Good night Greta....uh...grandma! Orchid smiled apologeticly, "I am trying to get used to calling you that." Greta said, "no big deal, kind of flippantly, it doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things." She waddled off leaving Orchid staring after her. What the blank just happened? It's settled, all fairies are crazy! Yep, crazy! She walked off toward her room giggling. Off come the shoes, and bra, I just feel free when I take that off! Ahhhh! As she sat there waiting for Jinks, she suddenly realized the peeper was still tied up in the barn. It's been a week, omg! I hope he's still alive! She called down to the fairies house and was told he was fine, being fed and bathed and groomed, no need to worry my pretty human head about it. She hung up thinking she heard some muffled screams, oh! But that could have been knickknack or pattywhack, oh! Who names these fairies? I have to speak with the herbalist about my wings and powers. Let's make a list Orchid, 1) talk with herbalist, 2) interrogate the peeper, 3) read some more in mother's journal, 4) find out what the secret ingredient in prickly cider is. Just then, a knock on the door, "come in Jinks,". The door opened and there stood a man I recognized, "Stanton, I can't believe you have the (oh, man, what are they called again, oh yeah!) berry knockers to show up here, after what you did to my mother." He just stood there with this sad, defeated, look on his very weathered and well chiseled face. I could see how my mother could go all in! "Snap out of it!" Orchid! Just what are you doing here? He just kept staring at her, and after a few moments, he said, "you look just like your mother, with my blonde hair! You are beautiful!" "I didn't even know you existed until four days ago when I found legal documents on all of your mother's property." My son and soon to be ex wife, would not say a thing, just that they didn't know where those documents came from! Oh! Well then Stanton, you better sit down, cause have I got something to tell you! Jinks came busting in hearing a man's voice inside, he thought it might be Braden. Well, not too far off. "What are you doing here, Stanton?" Jinks had always really liked Stanton because he saw how happy he made Blanche, but when he broke her heart, Jinks just shut that valve off. Needing to help Blanche pick up all the pieces! He wasn't about to betray her memory now. "I asked you what you're doing here?" It's so good to see you, Jinks old man! "Enough with the flim flam Ziggy zap! Say your business and leave." I will leave, but I just came to warn the daughter I didn't even know I had, that her brother and my wife are up to no good, but I don't know what it is, or how to stop them. Jinks snickered, "well I'd say your about twenty one years too late, and uhm!....and a whole barrel of dollars short!" Jinks looked over to Orchid to wink, but she was lost in thought staring at this man that her mother had loved with the heat of two suns! Jinks, Orchid said, "I'm going to finish this up and you and I can speak tomorrow." Oh no love! No! It has to be now, cause it is sleeping with this snake. Orchid just stared at him, "I'm taking a guess here, does that mean the two are somehow related?" Yes love, sleeping with the snake! Oh great! I'm starting to understand fairy jabbers. What is happening to me?, she thought. Stanton felt totally lost. Orchid took control, and said, "Jinks, you get Greta, " oh! Love, no can do!" That's what I wanted to talk about! Oh, okay. So, how bout the three of us, order up some food, and we will iron all this out. Stanton was just surprised to be included. He wanted so badly to hug this beautiful girl that he and Blanche created. It was as if Orchid read his mind, and she glared as if daring him to come any closer. "Okay then, let's get this party started!", Orchid said. "Let's share our collective knowledge and see about, what is it Jinks, stomping the wine out of those grapes?" Yep, said Jinks, that's right! With my power and wings, I might just be a pretty decent fairy mama to all of these 100+ year old toddlers! First things first, Jinks, you're up!
we try so hard to stay relevant, but the truth is, everything and everyone is replaceable (sometimes?).
often I feel like the universe has a dark sense of humor. tricking us into believing that we matter; while making a better younger version of ourselves to replace this fragile storyline in the very next moment.
but when you really think about it we are nothing but stardust of an old age molded by gravity, decaying again but never gone. and slowly remolding into something new.
you are special, (here at this very moment, even if you don't exist in the very next one.) when the universe stops for a second to breathe in all the chaos to breathe out a new life. (and maybe that is enough)
I knew then, when I met you on that June evening, that you loved the city. The library was closed and you sat on a park bench, a book underneath your arm, rapidly tapping away on your phone.
I nudged you, and you looked up with vacant surprise. Pointing towards the book, I saw out of the corner of my eye, "One Hundred Years of Solitude."
"Is that the original Spanish version?" "It is. I am trying to work on my linguistic skills." "I see. I am Rhys. And you are?" "Nice to meet you too, Rhys. I am Elyse. I have never seen you here before." "Yeah, I came down a week ago. Got a trial at St James Park."
She looked rather amazed. "Nobody else comes to Newcastle anyway. Unless it's for the footy."
"But you love this city, don't you?" "I hate the rains. Look at the damn sky. Have they even heard of the colour blue?" "You will love the rain too. One day." "You think?" "I know."
I would love to tell you that the trial worked out. That I got into the Magpies team, and went on to win trophies. That they still chant the name of Rhys Flanagan. Nah, none of that happened. I was just another academy kid who had dreams in his eyes but not the required talent to make it at the highest level.
But I did meet up with Elyse a few years later. She was doing her graduation in English literature and had almost finished writing her first novel.
"Oh hey, buy the book okay? I will sign it for you. You didn't become a player, did you?" I shook my head. "I am an agent now. I handle their money." And we both laughed.
A month later, the book was at my doorstep. I opened up the first page and smiled.
"Dedicated to the boy who promised to make me love the rain. And never kept it. PS- I love the rain now."