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The stars were mocking her. There they were, twinkling their brightness every night for people to stare in awe, when the truth is that they’ve been dead for ages. Not Vega though. That’s her name, Vega- like the star much larger than the sun. And like some stars, Vega is dead. And unlike them, unseen.A ghost would be how living people call the likes of her. They were either seeking for revenge or just there to mess around. Scary or friendly- no scratch that, just scary. One would hope not to cross paths with them. As...
The last thing I see is a starry sky. It’s beautiful. Really beautiful. It’s a damn shame that I never took the time to really appreciate it up until now. I should have studied astronomy instead of business. Hell, I should have studied anything other than business. What was I thinking? Wait, no, I shouldn’t be thinking about that right now. The sky is beautiful, and that’s all that matters.As I stare at it, it’s easy to forget that I’m currently bleeding out on the sidewalk. Why is that happening again? I don’t remember....
Sugar watched the flowers die beside her in a vase. She hadn’t moved for two months, is why she could watch them do that. She sat on the corner of her smashy brown sofa and looked at the vase and looked at the flowers there and looked at nothing else. When her brother brought her food to eat three times a day, Sugar ate almost as though she was blindfolded. She couldn’t taste anything anyway, so why would it matter if she knew what she was eating? The flowers had been placed there at the beginning of the two months. At that time,...
Unexpectedly someone without life, still manages to live on in my dispassionate heart and shine even in the absence of light, as bright as the stars tonight. As I stare at the glimmering stars through the vandalized window of my room, I wonder how the slightest of her memory can arouse in me, an unusual feeling of despair and force me to cry as foolishly as I can, in this significant moment. Later when I will recover from these hysterical fits, I will surely laugh at my helplessness, but for now I cannot bring myself to pick up the gun an...
I wiped the juice from my chin and put the empty can back in my pack. I knew I’d find another use for it. At the very least it could be used to lure ants. I usually take a can with me when I go out because they travel easily. I pulled the scarf back up over my face and continued on through the burnt-out woods. I was looking for game. It had been at least a week since I’d had meat from anything other than an insect. I wanted a deer, but those were rare now. A lot of the bigger animals had been gone for a while; it was harder for them to fi...
She closed her eyes and shed a tear then opened them back up to the glowing, starry sky. Lying flat on her back, her ginger hair intertwined with the grass, she stared straight up trying to connect the twinkling lights above as if they could change the past. If she squinted they almost looked like the plastic glow-in-the-dark ones her mom put up in her childhood bedroom. If only she could go back to that tiny, pink room, hug her Dora the explorer pillow and truly believe that everything was okay. It's been a who...
Did you ever notice how reality just… is? Like, it’s there, for its own sake, perfect and complete just the way it is. Nothing needs to load, there’s no glitches, no lag, no error 404 signs. Reality never calls in sick, it never decides to just ‘not be there’ and stay in bed the whole day, leaving us to wing it on our own. I mean, what would it look like if reality stopped existing? Anyway, these are just some of the questions I keep asking myself as I observe cars, buildings and people passing by through the bus window. I’m n...
She is barely two feet tall but has already witnessed the destruction of her entire family. If the farmer had noticed her, she would have been torn down just like the rest of the forest. She survived the winter massacre and now stands alone, exposed, in the dank, still earth. Waiting for something. But what she can not tell. All she knows is that the hushed song of her kind as they swayed to the music of the wind is gone.Remnants of her ancestors can be seen here and there; mangled limbs of once-mighty aunts, uncles, gr...
They were always brighter out here. City lights would dim their brilliance, but out here in the vast expanse of desert that his favorite uncle had taken him to for a guy's weekend the stars were ablaze!His name was Bentley, and twelve years ago his way too ambitious father had named him for the car that he would surely own one day, but it was a rusty Ford truck that would end that dream when Bentley had just turned two.Bentley never knew his Dad, Franklin Costas, but he was very glad he had his father's...
I pinched the rough blades of the dry grass I lay sprawled upon between my fingers absentmindedly while gazing up at the Prussian blue sky dotted with twinkling stars, looking like tiny diamonds encrusted into it. I let out a deep breath and felt my body and mind relax further, the scent of nature engulfing me along with its natural sounds like the rhythmic chirping of crickets, which both added to the silence but also cut through it. I didn’t care that it was late at night and I snuck out through my dilapidated window, I didn’t care that...
Clouds present during the day have since hidden away somewhere as if afraid of the dark, allowing an unimpeded view of the abyss above. Far off stars look like minuscule specks of yellow light dotting the sky like a splatter of paint across a dark blue canvas. The sun has fallen below the horizon, and instead of its usual bright energy, its brother provides a pale glow. The few trees surrounding me grow from small patches of dirt, with their roots often sticking out from the ground. Their trunks are narrow and cover...
‘At least I’ll have a nice view as I die’, that was my first thought as I stood here, three years ago to the day, looking up at the stars. I remember it was a warm August night, I had just moved here that day from Mexico, and I was to start my sophomore year at the local high school in a week’s time. Three years later and tomorrow I am to move to the east coast to start college in a week, the irony does not escape me. I open the music app on my phone and click on the same song I ha...
Shit, another conference call, I think as I see the notification in my inbox. My boss is such an asshole. Why can't he just send an email?I close the laptop and move into the kitchen for a snack. My third snack since breakfast. This working from home sucks. Well, not really. But it's what I'm supposed to think. If I am being honest with myself, I actually love it. I can sleep in until 8, get a quick shower, put on my sweats and a sensible blouse, and I'm all set. I check my Instagram feed and drink my coffee in peace ins...
The magnificent telescope creaked as Gianna moved it a bit to the right. The stars were so bright and fiery, especially up close. The magnification of the telescope blew her mind. The fact that someone could invent something that made the stars, planets and space junk look close enough to touch boggled her mind. If only she could touch them. Oh, how she wanted to touch them. Gianna imagined the planets and stars as tiny balls rolling around in her hand. What would they feel like? Some hot, maybe. There would of course be some freezing one...
“Where were you yesterday? I didn’t see you Zeke,” I put on a fake pout and he laughs. The moonlight shines off his ebony hair and it almost look like he has a halo.“I had business to attend to,” he winks at me with his piercing amber eyes from across the street that separates our homes. I sigh. “What wrong my little one?” he asks.“I wish I could go with you when you travel.”“My dear little Juno. One day you shall. Unti...
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