Ever since I was a little girl, I've had marmalade on my toast at breakfast, every breakfast.
It wasn't that I was particularly fond of it. By my teenage years it barely held any taste for me. It was just how it was. When I started making my own breakfast, nothing changed. Marmalade, toast and a cup of tea, every morning without fail sat in front of me in the mornings. When I come down the stairs to bacon and eggs today, however, I don't question it. Mum pats me on the head as she squeezes past, shovelling the food onto my plate. I sit down, stealing a quick glance at Dad who reads his paper without looking up. I pick up a knife and fork, be
The crow soared through the skies, its black feathers gleaming in the sunlight like the intelligent glint in its eye. It's looked down from its place high above before coming back down to earth. It landed in a field of harsh white snow where it was swallowed up instantaneously. The crow squawked in terror, but the snow wouldn't relinquish its hold. The crow struggled with the suffocating snow before it finally broke free and fled back to the gentle skies. It may have lost this victim, but the ever patient snow waited, watching, for the next.
We didn't see it coming.
Jason!
We didn't hear it.
Melody? Melody where are you?
We didn't know. We didn't know, we didn't know at all.
Over here! I'm- I'm trapped!
I'm coming!
We didn't think to check the skies- why would we?
Stupid, stupid, s t u p i d . . .
Can you get out?
N-no. I'm stuck. Jason, what are we going to do?
We knew that there was a war going on.
It's okay, Melody. Shh, shh, it's okay.
We knew how important our city was.
Jason, please don't leave. Please, don't leave me.
How likely it was to be targeted.
I won't. I'm right here, Melody, and I ain't leaving.
But we didn't once check the skies.
Stupid, s
She watched detachedly as the tear slowly trickled around her finger. She guided it with slow movements until it was on the tip of her nail, and then she let it fall to the dewy grass below. It blended in well with the droplets of morning dew, and it was as if she'd never cried at all.
The wind ruffled her black dress, and she observed, still silent, as her tear droplet was blown away somewhere into the wind where it wouldn't bother her again. She thought she might cry again, but she decided that the energy needed to cry wasn't worth it. After all, her tears meant nothing and there was hardly a reason for them at all.
"Why did you die?" she
The Clockmaker's Daughter by ValkyrieNix, literature
Literature
The Clockmaker's Daughter
She was murdered.
Murdered?
Yes murdered.
The doctors convened around the table around the young woman that they were to examine. There was not a single thing upon the woman's flawless body to suggest that such a thing had happened. She was perfect.
But how?
Don't know. She just was.
That's not evidence, Doctor.
I'm aware, Doctor.
They ran their hands along her body and tried to inspect for needle marks. Perhaps it was with the needle that had caused her death. No, there was nothing there to suggest such a death.
Poison, Doctor?
Perhaps, Doctor.
They opened her mouth with their plastic hands to see if there was any sign of poison.
Ah, our beloved bowling alley. Madison, Jennifer, Jake, and I love the bowling alley. While Madison and Jennifer actually bowl, Me and Jake play that dance game when you step on the arrows to follow the dance steps.
"Wow. We're getting better." Jake grins at me, tired from the dancing we just did. Whenever we play, we play at the difficulty hard, one difficulty lower than extreme.
"I know." I huff out. "But the dances are just getting harder and harder each time!" Jake and I laugh as we walk to the quarter vending machines.
Jake crouches down, puts in the quarters, and gets a necklace with a clear crescent-shaped stone. He puts in more qua
The aroma of the cafe lingered with her as she walked in the door of their apartment. The smell of incense was still in the air from earlier that morning. As she crossed the threshold, she caught the scent of his cologne from down the hall.
She gently shut the door and slipped off her shoes. She hung her jacket up and then tiptoed down the hallway. Their bedroom door was open just a crack. She gently pushed it open and smiled softly at the man lying on the bed. His hair was splayed across a pillow, his mouth open the tiniest bit, giving him a boyish appearance.
She quietly entered the room and grabbed some night clothes, backing out of the
The snow from the roof fell beside me as I walked outside of Jerry's house in Tahoe. As I put on my earmuffs, someone pops out from behind a pile of snow, with a snowball. "Snowball fight!" Jerry yells, and throws the snowball, aiming for my head. I quickly dodge the ball and it hits the house.
Madison and I knew the boys were going to do this, so she's been behind the cabin, making snowballs. I trudge the snow as fast as I can go, and I meet Madison at the back. "The boys are coming."
"Well, I made over twenty snowballs, so we just have to hide them." Madison says.
I nod and push the snowballs behind bushes.
Taking a three, I give two sn
The coldness of the ice rink has worn off. Little kids hug their parent's legs as they try to skate.
I glide past those little kids as I skate around the rink. Each time I pass the entrance, I slow down, and look through the glass (that protects the crowd when there's a hockey game)to see if Madison, Jennifer, and Jake have gotten here yet.
A sigh escapes me as I pass by the door, not seeing what I hope for.
I skate a few more laps, and look down at the ice. Knocking on the glass forces me to look up. My mom mouths something to me. I shrug, having no clue what she's trying to say. My mom rolls her eyes, and points next to her; there are Ma
There was a laboratory once. It was a long time ago, but it was there. And within this laboratory there was a score of men who worked and thought all day long. Their very dreams might have been their work, as well. But who knows? It is impossible to read an individual's mind. It is hidden behind lock and key. Or rather, the eyes and the skull hide everything.
The laboratory was a curious one, for they tested both men and trees. These doctors or scientists or madmen or whatever one calls such beings were trying to extract a secret from the trees. They wanted the trees' secret so badly, and they wanted to give the secret to men. But each man w