Don't Let GoI was exactly where I wanted to be, in his arms. Even while he slept he held me so tight, as if he feared he'd lose me. I miss that something terrible, the feeling of pure love in my heart and beside me. I lay there one morning, unable to sleep. Then again, who needs to dream when you have the real thing?
I watched his scarred chest rise and fall, making up stories for the injuries he didn't explain. He was open with me, but there was pain that ran deep from the war that he didn't care to talk about. But he'd survived it, on the winning side.
The last ship I was on, Charlotte, spouted nothing but their hatred of the Alliance. I was angry with my father and hopped on the first ship I found. Seven years on an Independent cruiser. They fed me, looked after me, taught me to fly. It was hard to take sides when both had been so good to me. But I'm definitely Alliance. I try to block out the violence and murder, all the corruption, and focus more on the good they do. Even if that's hard to do
Forgetting A GhostWe'd just docked on Beaumonde. The place was supposed to have a great nightlife; bars, nightclubs even a circus. We'd been onboard The Spectre for weeks doing jobs. Travelling from one side of the 'verse and back with deliveries. Still, it was hard to complain with the platinum we were earning.
The crew were some of the finest people I'd met. They kept me from going space crazy! There was my captain, once a lieutenant, Darryl Koffeld. We had become quite close. He never had any problem he couldn't come to me with. Our talks were always nice, even when the subject wasn't. Our mechanic was a very handsome guy with a great voice. I could listen to him talk for hours, and on occasion, I did. Willem was his name. Just thinking of him makes me smile. What a sweetie.
Our medic was the closest to my heart though, young Skye. She was only out of MedAcad and Darryl scooped her up for his crew. She was too good to not have onboard, but she was so young. She had to heal some pretty serious stuff d
Jessie QuaidJessie sat hunched over, dozing on the counter of the diner, her head resting on her arms. Her battered leather jacket hung on the back of the stool.
"What time is it?" She asked without looking up, sounding exhausted.
She wasn't asking anyone in particular. She'd come there alone and the place had been empty, as it should be in the early hours.
"Just gone three," a man replied in a gravelly tone.
She turned her head to him, her voice strained, "A.M.?.."
He nodded, smiling with brilliant sharp teeth.
"Oh God.. I need a bed!"
She spoke mostly to herself now, hoping there was a cheap motel nearby. She rolled her head back to face the little napkin dispenser and made a face at the warped reflection it showed. As she distracted herself with where she'd sleep, the man, oozing ill repute, slid off his stool and walked over to her.
"I might be able to help you out with that " His voice now came from behind her.
She began to look around at him as she sat up. Her eye
Summer SunThe wind and rain beat life from Summer
Daisy chains lie forgotten
The time for games is over
Children retreat to the warmth of the hearth
Outside, the wind howls while wolves shiver
The cold has brought nature to its knees
Red roses have been beaten black
Thin and weak stems shudder and sway to the point of breaking
Green blades are made slick as the sun mourns
Its boldness was not without weakness
Sunshine cracks and the grey slips in
Colour is drained with each regretful tear
The sun makes a show and kicks and screams
But her next arrival will not be sullied by her tantrum
By the shame of today
The season of light has ended all too suddenly
Are You Alright, LeilaI can hear them. They think I'm excitedly getting ready, but I'm just sitting in my vast dress. The white satin billows around me like clouds. I should be celebrating - drinking from delicate champagne flutes with my friends. Instead, they're outside the door talking and I feel as delicate as the glasses. I sigh, glancing around the room. The mahogany bureau is covered in cards from well-wishers. I knock one over as I grab the bottle of champagne and bring it to my pink, painted lips. Repositioning myself on the short stool, I take a long drink - my eyes watering as the bubbles pop. I can hear them again. They must know I can. Out of all the places in the church, why do they have to stand outside my room? I sigh again, suddenly realising how strained my breathing has become. This corset is too tight. I told my sister when she was pulling and tugging on the strings, squeezing all the air from my body. She just told me I'd look better if it was tighter. I was away this memory with anothe
Virginia - Age 6I can't really remember why I had ran away. I wish I could remember, but then I am guilt ridden for feeling regret. Since that day my life has taken me on a massive adventure. I've had some troubles, sure, but I wouldn't change any of it. Sometimes, I just wish I could remember why I felt the need to leave it all behind.
It was early. The bright light filtered in through the tree tops overhead as I rushed through the green haze. The strong, damp air filled my lungs. My legs and chest burned from running so hard but I didn't stop. They stung so bad that I cried, but I still did not stop. I coughed as I swallowed tiny flies. I felt dizzy and my vision was blurred through tears. I could see the light up ahead - the edge of the forest. There was a lot of colour in the clearing but I couldn't make out anything specific, except for the big tent. I remember thinking about my last trip to the circus. I smiled. That memory distracted me from the obstacles in my way. My foot hi