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Gary Misty, You and MeWarning EXTREME FLUFF AHEAD
Authors note: Read while listening to 'You and Me' by Lifehouse
Through the entrance of the chapel Misty's three older sisters and May enter in identical brides maids dresses, each coloured in the girls favourite colours, and I hold my breath for my fiancé to walk through the doors behind them.
Around the corner of the door I finally see her, with my best man Ash taking the place of her father, and begin the walk down the aisle towards me.
I can't keep my eyes off of her.
The candles light the room with a soft warm light as we eat the dinner I'd made myself, her favourite seafood, just for this occasion. Her favourite playlist plays quietly in the background of our conversations about each other's days with the rhythmic ticking of the clock in the background the only thing reminding us that time is actually passing.
As the meal comes to a close my heart beats quicker and the ring in my pocket feels bigger and heavier with e
Aerith's traveling soldierChapter 4
Come on Areith! Well be late soon I hear Tifas voice travel up my hallway and I pull on my last boot. Todays the final for the local football team. We decided we would make a night of it. We were going to Zacks home town for this game so we had a bit of a drive. So in the end part of going was to support Misty as she did her solo in front of the huge crowd and also so I could take a look around Zacks home town and where hed grown up.
Coming I yell back down the hall as my boot finally agrees to be pulled on. I grab my bag and spin around, watching my new skirt flow out around me, and head to the living room.
We all bundle into the car. We were all exited as it was one of the first outings that Cloud had felt up to attending since hed come back. It was a huge step forward.
We walk and walk as we move towards the game. The lights shine out across the car park and the field as the stadium is transformed int
Aerith's traveling soldier 3Chapter 3
I hope your well and safe back home. This last week has been so hectic but Im making it through. I havent seen any action yet, Im still training for now, but I should be leaving sometime soon. The California weather has been wonderful and the beaches are excellent. When I come home the first thing Im doing is learning to surf! If you want to write to me send your letter to 906 PROSPECT AVE
OAKLAND, CA 94610. Weve been told if we want to write addresses they have to be in the middle of our letters to make it harder for our enemies to read if they intercept it. Our days are so busy that its only now that Ive been able to steal a few minuets to write to you and let you know things are alright. Anyway, I guess Ill say goodbye now.
P.S. Ive met a soldier from your town, names Cloud, he asked me to say tell Tifa hes thinking of her and will write soon.
I reread the lett
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
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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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