Esprit Bijou

“Pretentious Teenage Girl” by Esprit Bijou

A melancholy and tender heart, and for some reason, I couldn't really reach you in a way that could matter. I've accidentally been in love with the same boy for nearly my entire life, and I don't think I'll ever tell him. But at the same time, I think what I have actually done should have been enough. It should have been enough that I implored all of the secret circumstances, and I yearned for a glimpse of him in the shadow of hope and trust. I trusted nobody, yet I trusted myself, so who am I if I am not a hypocrite? A gift is such a peri...

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“Shame” by Esprit Bijou

I could probably write a novel about him.No matter what I do, no matter what he does, no matter what people tell me, I feel that if I do not conceal this part of me, I may never find happiness.In a couple of years, we'll part. What was a nonexistent bond, something I've foreshadowed through distant glances and knowing communication between acquaintances, will cease to exist. Those desperate states and hushed tones will no longer tie us together, and whose fault will that be?Mine. I believed that if I was sufficient, that if I changed, then h...

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“Thanks a lot.” by Esprit Bijou

Thanks a lot.You left me. Deserted me. There wasn't anything I could do or say that would be adequate.Well, that was according to you.And, the funny part was that before you left, I practically begged you to stay. Reminisced about all the things we had done, the way I allowed to you be cerebral when everyone forced and urged you to be simple, and comforted you in your most arduous times. And all you could say was "Aww, thanks. I'm gonna miss ya."Thanks. No truly. Thank you for leaving.I now understand my worth. Because I know I shouldn't hav...

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“Ruby Red” by Esprit Bijou

Submitted to Contest #64

It was a beautiful crimson day with nothing to lose. After all, this time I would finally get to the one I had been longing for.Sapphires, jewels, and emeralds all glistened so smoothly beyond the arid land before. Dozens and dozens of merchants scrambled around each other dancing in multitudes. Today, I could finally see her.Plazas and buildings towered upon me, but I could only think about how our love was surely meant to be. Arising from the early days of birth and finally scavenging to the days where we were wrong. Facing challenges as i...

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“Teachings” by Esprit Bijou

Submitted to Contest #54

I felt my eyelashes fluttering; lightly and swiftly meeting my skin for a period of time as I scanned the plethora of people that buzzed by either looking like they haven’t slept in three days or people that had layers upon layers looking regretful yet excited. I held my coat closer to my body, and I looked out the huge windows revealing a dark, misty, and foggy sky.Huffing my breath deeply, I turned my head to face my classmate. “When are we leaving to go to the plane?”“Should be leaving in a little bit,” she muttered mindlessly, but sudden...

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“What a Year Brings” by Esprit Bijou

Submitted to Contest #48

         There were years that brought uncertain questions, and there were years that brought wavering answers. Sometimes those answers, sustained by time and hope, would be right there in front of our eyes but only could hope for us humans to reach them in the midst of our troubling thoughts and desires.       I scouted for my bags amongst the array of carriers. Bags that were pleasantly pleasing to a plethora of people but could only matter dearly to only one’s eye. Leis...

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“Smiling Souls Under the Sun” by Esprit Bijou

Submitted to Contest #47

They call your complex name which they have stumbled upon their lips and practiced many times in the last four years. They were now familiar with it, for they knew your story. An morally innocent child that was eager to bestow grace and innocence to people that had it sucked out of them. What a wonder it would be to gain such a strong bond then let it rip apart many times when it’s time to fare farewell. Nonetheless, you smile, knowing that this day would be a day that you would remember explicitly. You make your way onto the stage which ha...

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“Fighting for a Warm Brush of Air” by Esprit Bijou

Submitted to Contest #45

A cold brush of wind blew against the shell of my dark ear. I fell to my knees and did not care as they hit the light wood with a slam. All I could care about was that my father had been shot by a man. I just wanted to run. To run away from that man who didn’t have any guilt on his face and to run away from my father’s gentle face that was now constricted into fear and humiliation. And that I did. I ran away from that moment that would forever be engraved in my mind for months to come. I remembered it during his funeral in which no one but m...

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“Our First Goodbye” by Esprit Bijou

Submitted to Contest #44

I hugged my mother tightly while she uttered some words with tears in her eyes trying not to make them fall down her rosy cheeks. “And remember, don’t trust anyone. Don’t go near anyone. No one can take care of you now. Even I’m a danger to you.”I snuck a peak at my mom before she closed the capsule. She pressed her hands to the glass and mouthed the words, “Don’t forget about me. I won’t forget about you, honey. I will always love you. Goodbye.”Without me realizing, my throat started aching. I swallowed and watched her disappear as my capsu...

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“Where Everything Fell” by Esprit Bijou

Submitted to Contest #43

I often recall different moments of our friendship together. It just is something that is my go to topic to think about when I am busy wandering the empty parts of my neighborhood. Todays story I thought about was when we decided it would be quite funny to pull our long black hair in front of our faces and hide behind doors to scare people. That was a funny day. Thinking about more calamities that were caused by us, I realized that it was getting very late. The sky turned into a dark deep shade of purple while the north star was beginning to...

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“The Secret of the Past” by Esprit Bijou

Submitted to Contest #43

My mother and father were always protective over me. I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone, go anywhere without my parents watching me like an eagle, or even if I did, I wasn't allowed to stay a couple minutes or even seconds over the time it ends. I took this behavior irritably not knowing that they were strict and harsh about what they figured I do for a vital reason that would make or break our lives.  I laid back against the cold polyester seat while my head, tilted towards the window, thumped rigidly. Though I could see outside just f...

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