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MarblesKaiden scowled. He threw himself back onto the narrow, metal-railed bed and pulled the sheet over his face.
"Kaiden," his mother's voice warned him. "I said don't do that."
"I can't hear you," Kaiden replied. "I'm dead."
He sniffed. The sterile smell of the hospital blanket made him feel angry all over again. It wasn't fair. Other kids got to have normal lives. You can bet that they got to have normal birthdays.
Before he could think of a complaint he hadn't said already, his mother pulled back the blanket.
"I'm not happy about the timing either," she said. "We'll celebrate once you're feeling better."
"I feel fine NOW!" Kaiden shouted. The sudden exertion of energy made his heart skip a little. He startled and put his hand on his chest. His mother gently turned his face towards hers, but he pushed her away.
On the other side of the tiny room,
The Night Prince - Chapter 18Chapter Eighteen
In Which Lucia Finally Looks Upon The Face Behind The Enchanting Night Music
The rest of the day was a blur through which Lucia tried her best to put the frightening figure out of her mind. She was very seriously considering leaving that very night. This served not only as a distraction from her fear, but also as a hope that she very much enjoyed contemplating. Too much seemingly pointless toil, too many frightening mysteries, and far too much Claudette were making Lucia grow impatient. The thought of disappearing, and then later returning to see her friends again once times grew simpler, was indeed quite tempting. She supposed she could steal away under cover of darkness and not be disturbed by anyone. Whatever fate awaited her, she decided, it lay somewhere beyond this mansion's stony walls.
However, by the end of the day, Lucia was quite exhausted indeed. The prospect of slipping out
The Night Prince - Chapter 17Chapter Seventeen
In Which Lucia Becomes Certain Of Her Strange Discovery
Lucia was still quite tired upon awakening. She wanted nothing more than to have another hour or so in which to sleep, but she pulled herself out of bed regardless. As unpleasant as waking up that morning was, it could be nowhere near as bad as incurring Claudette's hellish wrath.
As she dressed, she could not help but fondly remember the night before. Prince Byron had returned! Her premonitions and, indeed, innermost fantasies were showing the first flickers of coming true. What's more, her days of her and John and Margaret being at the mercy of the old hag Claudette would soon come to an end. While looking herself over in the mirror one last time before reporting downstairs, she recalled the incredible air that Byron took on when masterfully playing the piano. At the mere memory of which, Lucia found herself once again in awe of
The Night Prince - Chapter 16Chapter Sixteen
In Which Lucia Hears The Mysterious Night Music Once More
Lucia fell into bed that night with a thousand thoughts storming through her mind. Could it be? Was she sleeping under the same roof as a murderer? Her first thought fell to Julian, the unseen prince. His mysterious and shadowy nature indeed lent itself to the possibility that he was the culprit. But, Lucia wondered, could someone really be so cold and callous as to kill their own father? Especially since Julian had nothing to gain from it. Byron was the one stepping up to the role of King, not Julian. If he wanted to assume the throne, then surely he would have done so once the opportunity presented itself. Or was there still something else that he was waiting for? Something else that still stood in the way? Was Byron in danger? she wondered. Was she herself in danger? &
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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