DarknessAnd the darkness swallowed the light.
PBJPeanut butter and jelly fish is my favorite sandwich in the entire world. It all started on a day at the beach. I had taken my sandwich there so I could eat it once I became hungry, and I fell asleep. My buddy, Jeb, snuck up on me (he told me later) and stuck a baby jelly fish in my sandwich as a prank. Imagine his surprise when I woke up, grabbed my sandwich, took a bite, and exclaimed "This is the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich I've ever eaten!" I've been making it with jelly fish ever since.
FallenThe magic flowed to my hand, but it spluttered weakly, finally dying out.The villain laughed in my face. "Is that all you can do? Puny girl. Everyone believed in you and you're failing them. They will all die because of your failure. I'll be laughing as I kill them all, you know. Especially that boy you seem to have taken a fancy to. What's his name? Oh yes, Jasper. Yes, he will be the one I kill last of all."I struggled against the manacles locking my wrists to the wall. My dangling feet scrabbled for a foot hold, but there was none. Mageinence laughed at my efforts, he and I both knowing they were useless."My plan for you is not finis
The TwinThe girl standing in front of me; she shares my features, but we are not the same. I'm fat, and she sneers at me."What's that under your chin? Are you getting fatter? It's all the food you eat; you shouldn't stuff your face so much."She's so perfect: blemishless, the right size, her hair was even fuller and more luscious than mine.I want to be her so badly, as I reach my hand out to her. My fingers touch the mirror in front of me. I am my own twin.
The Sky and the GroundI see the sky, and I draw the birds on my paper. There is a faint voice in the back of my head, telling me to draw the plants on the ground, but the sky is so much prettier.The teacher yells at me, telling me I'm a failure. I don't know what that word means, but it sounds wrong.Again, there is a yelling grownup nearby. They shout that I'm not normal, that regular people don't throw stones into windows to see glass shatter.I'm sitting in front of a man with glasses. The glasses reflect the waterfall behind me. He says something, but I'm mesmerized by the water.He says I'm supposed to do something, but I don't want to. It sounds... awfu
Remember AgainMy memory is growing dimmer. I can't remember my children, as they played on the swing sets. I can't remember my wife, as she cooked dinner. I can't remember anything. I can't even remember the last time I saved the world. Everything is a fog. And I wish I could die, and remember again.