Day 31

Hurts

I married my senior year of high school. We were in love, unable to separate ourselves from each other. We were the only ones in each others world.

Then one day, my love came home, looked at me and said, “I’m leaving, it’s over.”

My world came crashing down.

There was another love in my love’s heart, no room left for me. How could this have happened? What did I do wrong? Was this my fault? Who was to blame for this?

I was told to move out by the end of the week.

How could the love of my life do this me?

Day 30

Dinner with the Guys

“So, who ya go to prom with?”

Jamie had shown Steve a picture from his wallet.

“Was she a red head?”

Jamie nodded.

“Nice man, got to get me one of those.” Steve pointed at Armando. “You need to get a girl.”

“Think I got my hands full with this one.” Armando tickled his daughter. She shyly giggled among her father’s friends.

“Alright, guys,” the waitress said. “Who had the bacon cheeseburger?”

Jason raised his hand.

“The Crepes?”

“That be me,” Steve said.

Day 29

The Middle

Shelia ate her veggie soup at lunch in the break room at the office in the middle of downtown in the middle of the afternoon between her morning hours and afternoon hours.

Within the soup, within her broth, next to the noodles, among the vegetables and spices, a certain shape surfaced, staring back at her.

Their eyes met, both stunned to silence, both unsure of their next moves, both either afraid or too proud to continue forward.

“Hey there’s a fly in your soup.” A co-worker mumbled, not wanting to stir either consumer, not wanting to strike panic, not wanting to create even more terror.

Shelia nodded. “Thank you.” She said and proceeded to toss the soup in the trash bin, making her way to one of the concession stands at the lower level of the office, in the middle of downtown, at the end of the afternoon.

Day 28

Move

She shook her hips, lifted her feet to the beat, and swung her head to the lyrics. The music moved her, ravished her body to every note.

Her heart beat synced with the rhythm, feeling every low and every high.

Day 27

Dessert

“No, you can’t have any ice cream.” A mother told her son.

“But why,” the son asked.

“Because, it will give you nightmares.”

“How? My stomach is here.” The son pointed to it. “And my dreams…my dreams…Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Where do dreams come from?”

“Hmm,” the mother thought about the deep, yet innocent question. “Everywhere and anywhere.”

“Everywhere and Ennywhere?” The son repeated.

“Yep, everywhere and anywhere.”

“Can I still have ice cream?”

The mother smiled. “If you eat all your veggies.”

The son groaned, but agreed.

Day 26

Sisterly Love

I found a letter in my locker. It was a simple envelope, no name, only a letter inside. I thought that maybe it was a flyer for an event.

No. It was an invitation of sorts. “Meet me at the gym after school.” Why would I? No offense, but I don’t even know who you are.

“Mako-chan!” Sakura yelled across the hallway.

I waved as she headed off with her teammates from volleyball. That’s when I stopped her.

“Ah, Sakura-chan!”

“Yeah?” She turned.

I handed her the envelope.

“Eh? That looks like a love letter.”

“Love letter?”

She smiled. “You got an admirer.”

“Me? Why?”

“Why not? Come on, you can wait for him while we’re at practice.”

Reluctantly I sat in the bleachers watching Sakura and the volleyball team practice. Not once did I see anyone look for me.

At the end of practice, I was frustrated.

“So, who’s the lucky guy?” Sakura asked.

“No one,” I said shaking my head.

Mako-chan waved to the team as they departed.

“Actually,” she said, blushing. “You’re looking at her.”

Day 25

If What he said was True, then then I don’t want to be right

I heard the color of shoe. It sang so unsightly like cranberries on the mountain pool, deep within the pancreas of John’s ottoman. The birds kissed the rhythm that my car could not phantom of the opera.

The song drove all the while in the fields of the doves. They sprang down to inner toilet, thrust deep into the clock, wasting what little change I had left.

Pocket lint, I rang.

Lint pocket, he flew.

Yes, truly it was sublime.

Day 24

Waiting

Why?

What did I do wrong?

You said you were coming back.

That I was a good boy.

So, why?

Why haven’t you come back?

I hear footsteps all the time.

But its not you.

I hear cars all the time.

But its never you.

I can see people coming and going all the time.

But it still isn’t you.

Where are you master?

You said I was good dog.

Why haven’t you come back?

Day 23

Dress

I want to wear a dress. But my friends would laugh. I don’t know how long I’ve wanted to wear a dress, but as I grew older the feeling became more intense.

“I want to wear a dress.” I told my sister one day.

She looked at me funny. “Why?” She said. “You’re a boy.”

That’s right. I’m a boy.

Day 22

Watching You

She always comes in around this time; notebooks in one arm, laptop slung on the other. She always takes the booth in the corner, but even though it’s not my assigned station, I always serve that table.

I doubt she notices me, but I don’t mind. I know how hard she works, between freelancing and her novel. I admire her. She’s doing what she wants. I wish I could find something that I’m passionate about.

Until then, I’ll be here on the sidelines, serving you extra bread sticks and making sure your water glass is always full.

Day 21

Maiden

I can never leave this island. That’s what they told me on my eighth birthday. Happy Birthday, they said. Then, you can never leave this island, Guardian Maiden. Their exact words. How was I supposed to take all that in?

I didn’t bother opening my presents.

I stayed in my room all day.

What was I supposed to do?

Eight years later, sixteen years old. I watch the ferry come and go. Days like this, I skip school. What’s the point, I often thought. I’m stuck here, for the rest of my life. That was, until I met him.

He came off the ferry, lost like most newcomers to the island. He could have talked to anyone at the port, but instead, found me.

“What are you doing up there?” I heard him say.

I was in a tree, leisurely watching the ferry. “Nothing, do you need something?” I glanced down.

He was looking up at me, grinning from ear to ear. “Looks like fun.” That’s when he started to climb up the tree until he reached my limb. “OOOh!” He exclaimed. “That’s a nice view!”

Least to say, I was annoyed.

“Ah,” he said. “Same uniform!”

Of course, I thought, there’s only one school on this whole damn island. Then I thought, he’s a high schooler? He certainly didn’t look like one.

An Invite

The San Antonio Brony meet up group is planning on doing a mini Pony con April 28.
Would you be interested in doing a panel/Q&A via skype? That is, if you're not busy ^^;;
Most I can pay you for your troubles and appearance is a box of homemade cookies and maybe whatever the officers can drill up...
I totally understand if you say no.
We can also discuss this elsewhere if need be.

You can reach me here or via Skype - Megumi Tierana

Day 20

The Gentleman and the Lady

She arose from a deep slumber. She sat up, hearing a gentle tap at her chamber doors.

“Who’s there?” A soft whisper fluttered across the grand room.

The knock came yet again. She slid out of bed, the candle light quivering from her movements. In silence, bare footsteps floated across the bedroom, her nightgown hovering and gliding behind her.

“Who’s there?” She uttered again, hoping for any sort of answer.

Another knock came as the only reply. Her hand shook as she placed her frail fingers on the cool door knob. Nervously, she opened the luxurious door.

A gentleman stood at the entrance. He removed his hat as she bowed to the shivering woman. He held out his hand, beckoning the frightened lady.

One glance at the man’s gentle, auburn eyes and her troubles dispelled to the ground. Just one fleeting look and she knew he had no intention to harm her, but in fact, take great care of her.

Upon taking his hand, which was surprisingly warm, all fears within her quelled, fleeting into the ether.

“One moment please, I must dress,” she pleaded.

Holding her hand with a gentle grasp, he merely shook his head. He gestured toward the hallway, urging they depart.

“I suppose you are right.”

He led her down the familiar hallway. Yet there was something different. The paintings that adorned the walls were replaced with portraits of friends, relatives, people she knew. All were saddened, upset, tormented.

Out in the courtyard, a carriage with a single black horse, awaited the two. The early morning chill danced in her nightgown’s frills, yet left chill on her skin.

The gentleman opened the carriage door. She glanced back at her home. A tear escaped, running down her cheek. His gloved hand cradled her face, his thumb banishing the droplet. He kissed her gently on the forehead.

She couldn’t feel it, but she knew a blush must have run from cheek to cheek. She climbed into the carriage, taking her seat. He bowed once again before taking his place at the driver’s seat. She sat back into the plush seating, trying to make herself comfortable for the trip.

As they drove along the county side, the sun rose over the hills. As she looked deeper into the colors, her memories played out before her eyes. Memories of her childhood, adulthood, recent memories, each one danced across the waking skies.

The gentleman smiled, ravishing in her each of her recollections, as she relived each one. Every volume, emotion, thought, everything was present in each ethereal vision. Everything escalated up until the knocking at her door.

The carriage stopped before a gilded gate. The gentleman removed himself from his seat to open the lady’s door. He bowed as she appeared, holding out his gloved hand to help her step down. Quietly he escorted the young woman, who was shivering not from the cold, but from the uncertainty of the gate.

He beckoned her to enter, extending his arm towards the gate.

She shook her head, weary of the looming gate. He pulled her close gently and whispered his first and last words to her. The gentle words rolled in her ears as tears rolled down her cheeks. She nodded in his embrace. He smiled at her and kissed her eyelids.

She curtseyed, grateful for the gentleman’s kindliness, and passed through the gate.

Day 19

It's Huge

That’s what she said.

Day 18

Muted Melody

Danny sat along the boardwalk, strumming his guitar for spare change. He started slowly, with a mellow tune. The stings cried of love lost at sea and a new one springing forth from the same sea.

As he finished that tune, he followed up with a faster paced hymn of two lovers dancing in the moonlight.

Some people would stop to listen, few dropped change, but a few others didn’t enjoy the music. One or two jokesters dropped trash in the guitar case.

At the end of the day, he managed to charm a collective of five dollars. He spent half of it on a cheeseburger at the burger pit at the end of the boardwalk.

“Danny boy! The regular?” The fry cook greeted him.

Danny nodded in delight.

“Why don’t you play for some joints and stuff? They could use some live entertainment.” He flipped the numerous patties.

Danny shook his head.

“Tell ya what. I got a cuzin, with a bar over on the east side. I’ll try to hook you up.”

The musician shook his head again.

“Can’t be peddling for change all the time, ya know.” The cook placed the greased sandwich before the young man. “Or eating these all the time.” He patted his stomach, “look what they do to me!”

Danny smiled, beginning to chow down on his well deserved meal.

“Least tell me you’ll think about it?”

Danny looked at the cook, unsure of the weight that decision would carry. Danny swallowed his first bite and nodded hesitantly.

“Great! I’ll give him a call tonight. You won’t regret it.”

Day 17

Egg Foo Yon

I found it at the bottom of egg drop soup. There wasn’t much to think about. I ate the soup like I normally did, throwing in some of those fried crisp strips as I ate it.

When the yellow disappeared, leaving the porcelain white behind, I saw the strip of paper that clung to the curves of the bowl. It was a forgotten fortune. Someone left it behind and the under paid washer missed it.

I peeled it off with my spoon and tried to read it. A surprising trip will catch you by surprise. Well, I would think so.

As I stood to leave, I bumped into a waiter. He fell to the floor along with the tray of food he was carrying.

“Ah, miss, I’m so sorry!” He quickly picked up the plates, rushing back toward the kitchen. The manager hurried to the waiting table, apologized profusely and offered a discount for the trouble. He then apologized to me and offered a free appetizer on my next visit.

The waiter caught me leaving to the parking lot and apologized.

“There’s no need.” I said.

“I’m sorry. I really am. I just get so nervous.”

“Who doesn’t?” I jingled my keys a bit. “I got to go.”

“Please, let me buy you dinner.” He blurted out.

“Your manager already gave me an appetizer.”

“No, what I’m trying to say is, can I ask you out?”

Day 16

Spin Cycle

You never know how much you need a washer and dryer until you don’t have one. I had it easy early on. I either used my parents or the dorms. But when I finally moved out on my own, the damn apartment didn’t have a washroom. I had to pick and choose what to wear and when. But being a guy, I had an advantage. I’d turn the shirt inside out and bam, good as new. Boxers worked that way too.

But as the month would pass, going to work in the same shirt would eventually stink and people would notice. That meant throwing everything in a trash bag, hauling it into the car, and driving down the street.

Some days it’s empty and most days it’s packed. And depending on what days, depends on who you fought a machine for. There’s the moms with the three plus kids running around. The bachelors (like moi) doing our overdue clothes. You have the family doing EVERY piece of clothing they own. And every so often, you have the single hottie washing what little she owns. She is a very rare breed. She is not to be mixed up with the single, not so hottie.

And let’s not forget the regulars.

There’s Robert. The only clothes he washes are blue. Everything, even down to his underwear, is a shade of blue. I have never seen do any other color, not even plain old whites. Funny thing is, he wears red on laundry day. Can’t miss him.

“Hey, Paston,” Robert waved from his machine.

I waved back as I emptied my basket into the machine. I glanced up and noticed Gloria at the Tetris machine. She’s always there and the only thing she washes are her “delicates.” By the way, she sucks at that game.

Then there’s Phylis. She wears the craziest outfits. For real man. She wore a dress, no joke, with heels. Who wears that doing laundry? Another time, she wore this long, 70s jean dress, yeah, with matching platform shoes. And speak of the devil, there she is. Looks like she’s wearing a long, black skirt with some boots and a jacket. It’s freaking hot in here and outside!

I just wish the rare hottie would walk in, set up next to my machine, and boom! Have a great night of sex. Christ knows my boy is aching.

Instead I get Phylis.

“Evening, Paston.” She says, placing her basket next to my machine.

“Yo.”

“Another late night run?”

“Yeah, hoping it would be empty.”

“Sad, sad, expectations bringing you down.”

“Like life.”

“Very much like life.” She loaded in t-shirts and jeans.

“Tell me something,” I started to blurt out, but stopped myself from turning into an ass. “but uh...”

“But?” She continued to load the machine.

“Nevermind.”

“My clothes?” She asked.

“What about them,” Shit, I needed to think of something. “They’re, uh, nice.”

“You were going to ask about them.”

“Was not.”

She looked at me as she pulled a few g-strings and thong panties out of her basket. “Why don’t you ask me over to dinner sometime?”

Day 15

Punch Drunk Love

Personal entry, will not be posted

Day 14

First Love

My first love was Science. The feel of the test tubes, the flasks, the aroma of chemicals, the excitement of watching the end results.

Sadly, Math came between our love. I could not juggle numbers as well as I could theories and compounds. I could not keep up with the numerical ideas so entwined with the advanced sciences of the academia.

I just wanted to experiment, watch in wonder as science explained the world around me, unraveling all the mysterious wonders of the universe. But all those numbers? No matter how hard I tried, I could not be at the same level as the numericals.

I couldn’t handle the affair. Science and Math were hand in hand, no room left for me, even with my passions.

Day 13

((Honestly, I was reluctant to post this. This piece hits a little close to home, following the saying of art imitating life. But, I shouldn't have to censor myself for any reason. And yet I'm going to follow up with, don't read too much into it...))

Jeez, Just Do It

So I’m heading out to hang out with Charlie to pick up some comics. Yeah, we read comics, so what? Said he was bringing Mary along. Him and Mary have this weird relationship. I know he don’t talk much about it, but they were together through most of high school. She dumped him a few years later and now they’re like friends or something. Although there was this time span when I think they were, ya know, more than friends.

“Sup,” I said getting into the back seat. She sits in the front. I don’t mind her too much. She’s not a bad person or nothing, just sometimes the whole situation bugs me. It shouldn’t, but sometimes it does.

“Hey Ray, ya get the message?” Charlie asked.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “What a douche!”

After we get our comics, we eat and hang out somewhere, ya know, with food. So as I’m sitting there I can’t help but notice how they act. I mean, come on already, seriously go screw or something! I know Charlie could use one.

Hell, I could too, but I wouldn’t do that to him.

Day 12

First Time

I lost it to some stranger. I still don’t understand how I got myself into that situation. It just happened, plain and simple.

There was a party at the dorm next door, Haimen Hall. I know. I’ve heard all the jokes about that dorm’s name. Haimen sounds similar to a certain female covering so to speak. Laugh and get it out of your system. For those who didn’t get it, it’s alright, we’re moving on. Anyway, my roommate dragged me out there, saying I needed to get out more.

“Every weekend you’re at that desk! Come on, bond with your roomie!” Laura said.

I caved in after watching her pout. She was more excited than I was. I just threw on a t-shirt and jeans, ready in under five minutes. Laura took another hour. She gave me a quizzical glance and asked, “that’s what you’re wearing?”

She shook her head as I told her yes. Laura went digging into her drawer. She threw a bra at me then quickly ransacked her closet for a top.

“Put that on.”

I held the bra and shirt awkwardly. I started to say, “I don’t think.”

“Exactly. Don’t think. Put it on and let’s go! Don’t have much time for make up though.”

Yet thirty minutes later I found myself in a tight red, sheer blouse, tight jeans, a push up bra, and make up. Laura and I walked in together, but not once did I see her for the rest of the night.

One thing I forgot to mention. All the dorms on campus are dry, alcohol free zones. Except, you guessed it, Haimen dorm. There is a lot of red tape a student has to cut through to be allowed to reside there. Every month or so, the dorm gets together and throws a big party.

I’m not a drinker. Even on my 21^st birthday. I didn’t have a beer or anything. All my friends were back home and couple friends I made here were out. Then again, I don’t think I ever told them it was my birthday.

As the night went on, I grew tired of being pushed around and seeing everyone having a good time. All I did was walk around the dorm, never once seeing Laura. I found a punch bowl and poured myself a cup. It tasted funny, but went ahead and had another one. After the fourth cup, it didn’t taste so bad. Yet after a while I felt a bit light headed and warm. There were benches outside so I went to look for an empty one.

Each one had students making out or couples sitting. I spotted one bench with one person, but he was smoking. My head started to feel like a Merry-go-Round, I looked passed the fact he was smoking and collapsed on the seat. My appearance must have surprised him because he asked if I was an angel.

“Wha-wha…” was all I managed to say.

He moved closer to me; placed his arm around my shoulder. “Tell me, angel, wanna go some place heavenly?”

I don’t know why, but I took his hand and followed him. The smell of his cigarette smoke filled me. It was strange, I didn’t mind it. We made our way through the crowds effortlessly, up the stairs, to the left, to an empty room.

“Names Jacob. What’s yours sweet angel?”

I sat on the nearest thing, the bed apparently, unable to keep my balance. I mumbled, “Rachel.”

“Rachel, Rachel, sweet Rachel.” He stood close to me, staring into my eyes. “Ready to take flight?”

I can’t really say what happened. It just happened. But before I knew it, my pants were off and he was on top of me.

“Say sweetie, are you a virgin?”

I tried to nod, but my head felt so heavy. My head was swimming in that fruit punch, some endorphins, and who knows what else. Before all this, we made out and I enjoyed it. But then the pants came off and I kind of froze.

“Lucky me, uhhh, you baby, uhhh. I’ll show you the wonders of this, mmuh, earth and what God gave me.”

I thought there would be pain and blood everywhere. Nope. I felt a tug and then maybe this slight pop or rip. And then I watched him there, humping me.

“Yeah baby. You like that huh? Ah yeah. Oh, Ah, here it comes!”

He pulled out and sprayed my shirt, well Laura’s shirt. He rolled over and breathed heavily. “Ok Babe, rides over, get out.”

I fumbled out of bed and put my pants back on. I managed to find my way back to my room. I locked the door behind me and stared at the room.

That was sex? That’s what everyone is talking about? That’s what sex is? Did that really just happen?

I stripped down, climbed into the bathtub and showered the stench away.

Day 11

Anything for You

Look at them. They are so in love with each other. Or lust. Either way they have each other. What the hell am I supposed to do? I failed in so many relationships I’ve just about given up. There was Richard, my first boyfriend. He cheated on me. Then there was Tommy, he cheated on me with another guy. Said he was confused. Think Alexander was after that, but we were polar opposites and ended up cheating on each other. Never say never, when put in that situation, anything can happen. Then I ended up sleeping with my best friend, J. I’ll let you figure that one out. We didn’t get together, but we kept sleeping with each other. Then when my next relationship came along, my gods, he couldn’t handle the fact I was friend with someone who was already in my pants. Hello, I’m sleeping with your dumb ass. So that didn’t last long. So now I’m single, horny, and wishing someone would just fall from the sky.

“Anything else I can get you, Shannon?” Billie, my usual waiter asked, refilling my water.

“Sneak me some more breadsticks?” I asked, not looking from my laptop screen.

“Beat ya to the punch. Good luck with today’s chapter.” He left to check another table.

My hand reached over the laptop. Nothing like warm bread sticks. Now, where was I?

Day 10

Picnic

Lisa sat down next to Jonathan. Her skirts billowed underneath her, swelling the fabrics. She blushed, embarrassed of her silly appearance. Jonathan didn’t say anything; he only continued to stare off into the sky.

Lisa unpacked the picnic lunch, sandwiches and fruit slices, lovingly prepared for him and her. She took a dainty bite, pleased with her hard work. Jonathan could not touch his sandwich.

Lisa nibbled on the fruit, the flesh breaking, juices flowing on her delicate tongue. She giggled, the flavors tickling her palette. Jonathan could not partake of the fruit.

Lisa popped open a bottle of wine, pouring a glass for each of them. She smiled as she clinked her glass to his. She proposed a toast, celebrating another year passing and to her health. Jonathan could not say anything.

Lisa leaned back against Jonathan’s rock shoulders. He was cool to the touch like always. They watched the clouds drift by and she recalled the days they spent together.

As the sun began to set, Lisa packed up the picnic and folded the blanket. She leaned down and kissed Jonathan on the head. She waved goodbye and left the memorial park.

Day 9

(officially dropping "revisited" in title)

Last Chance

“How can you not know?” Moira was astonished. Sparks, the creature standing before her, was unaware of his species’ non existence.

“I just figured we were spread out all over the galaxy.” He shrugged. “Been alone my whole life anyway. What’s the big deal?” He put his arms behind his head, his fingers resting on his mop of hair. Despite his nonchalant attitude, his tail seemed to droop. Moira dropped into a nearby chair. The computer console hummed and beeped behind her.

“How do you know you’re not the last,” he stopped and looked at her. “Whatever you are.”

“He has a point there, Moira,” he robot companion, Zeezer commented.

“We’ve been guarding this space station for years. Anything’s possible at this point.” She flicked her hand at Sparks. “He made it past our defense systems.”

“Look, I’m just trying to find some answers. I was told to come here.” He pulled out an artifact on a string. “This is the only lead I have.”

“Moira, look!” Zeezer sparked.

Moira’s eyes widened and her jaw nearly dropped. She leapt from her squeaky seat to Sparks’ side. “Where did you get that?”

Sparks pulled it away, hiding it in his gloved fist. “Woah, hey. Would you mind telling me what the heck it is?”

Moria and Zeezer shared a silent agreement between each other, nodding in each other’s direction.

Moira pulled a stringed artifact from within her shirt. “It’s the other half to this. If you have it…” Moria walked back towards the console, not wanting to finish the thought.

“If I have it, what?”

Zeezer answered. “Her father held that half.

Sparks remembered the old man that spoke nonsense. He was in a panic, desperate to hide. He gave Sparks that item in return for fixing his ship. Sparks had planned on pawning it, hoping to pay off this past due rent on the garage. That was when he saw the old man’s ship being tailed by a small fleet.

“For him to give it to you,” Moira sighed. “He must be in trouble.”

“Please tell me this isn’t some weapon that some crazy overlord wants.”

Moira crossed her arms. “An overlord wants it, alright.”

“So it is a weapon?” “Sparks ears dropped.

“Depends on what you use it for and who’s hands it falls into.”