imaginary-dreamer

I saw it over there with my own eyes. A monster, I assume, watching and tracking me in the night. It crept up to me, masked by it's luminescent smile. It whispered strange tongues, and looked right through my eyes. Then asked me for some tea. . . . I was drawn back with surprise. For you see, I have never been asked by a monster for a cup of tea. So... I poured it some. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ It sat down in my chair while it's smile turned a pinkish-red color before glowing a soft shade of purple. He, well, at least I thought it was a he, asked my name. I gave him a fake one because I was afraid he would take my name. But none the less she

She was cold. She felt it ease through her skin and into her bones, clinging tightly to each cell, sending shivers up her spine. "Jude, stop hogging the blankets" Silence... "Jude?" She opens her eyes and adjusts to the darkness, faintly making out the unfamiliar room and the smell of bleach. Silence... She gets up, and the creak of the bed echos in the room. She turns on the light and looks around at the items uniformly placed within her cell. "These are mine." Her mind tells her as she reaches out for one with her scarred hand. She looks and contemplates the mark as she feels a sense of nostalgia and remorse trickle into every blo

I lay next to her waiting. Waiting if this will pass…  waiting to see if it will continue. I lay there awkwardly. I hear her sobs. Her never ending rants about the world.  How it's unfair, unjust. It clings to her heart like a leech, and will never let go until she's returned to her son. I hear it all but say nothing. She gets up, crying out softly, afraid to wake me. Why. It's the question that's always on the tip of her lips. There are worse people out there, she rants, why them. They worked hard. Went to church. Loved and were generous. Her socked feet drag her body to the window. She looks at the sky and curses continuously to the cl

I've known him for a long time, and she's my sort of friend, well not really. I'd prefer not actually. But none-the-less, lately I've seen them on facebook, loading pictures, and sending wall comments. They both look so happy and super-duper with their cyber communication and pixelized images. BLAH! Too much happy. Him, I'm okay with. She on the other hand I've noticed is too physically close to him. The camera always catches her leaning closer and looking at him with those puppy eyes. It sickens me! He's mine! Well…at least I want him to be. She has spoken to me, confessing her love for him. I nod and listen, trying not to be encouragin

Last night I think my friend texted me. I went to bed, closed my eyes, and when I opened them it was still dark. I opened my phone to check the time and I see the text "I will no longer be a problem" I squint in the light of my phone and my lids drop for a second time. When I opened them, it was light. I opened my phone to check the time and I see the text "I will no longer be a problem" Last night my friend texted me, I wonder if they'll be at school today.