Quarilas

"How are you Sarah?" Lincoln asked as she walked into his apartment. "Pretty good, you?" she said as she took off her coat and set it next to her on the couch. "I'm good. You know Sam was just here." Sarah couldn't keep her blank face when he mentioned Sam. That kid caused her heart to ache more than she would admit. "What" Lincoln asked seeing her face. "You know he likes you, right?" Sarah bit her lip, slightly blushing from embarrassment. Did she know that Sam liked her? Honestly she had no clue. Sometimes it seemed like he did like her and then the next time she would see him it was like there was nothing between them at all. That she w

I looked down at the paper before me, the paper I had been working on for the past while. It was covered in small lines, some interesting, others not. All of my hard work and imagination was summed up in just a few lines. Something that was such a big deal to me was made up of many parts that were virtually insignificant. Does that mean my work is insignificant? After all a work is just the sum of its parts, right? I tilted my paper, trying to see something that would give it more significance in the world’s eyes but I found nothing. Not a single thing. My work, my baby, was just the same collection of lines as it was before. Lines that

Waking up to a thunderstorm was not my idea of the perfect day but it wasn't the worst either. It was Christmas eve and I was excited to travel by plane today to visit my parents that lived a few states away. You know how college takes you away from your families, especially if you are at an IV lege school. It was about 7:30 am when I left the small house I shared with three other women for the airport. The rain was still strong and the gray thunderclouds overhead showed no signs of breaking up anytime soon. Luckily there are these magnificent inventions called umbrellas and my simple black one was enough to keep me dry the short walk down t

Softly she let out her breath in a long and slow fashion. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment, no it was the cold, she was sure of it. Standing just two feet away was the love of her life, his black hair lightly dusted with snow and his skin a winter pale. And the love of her life had just said to her that words that she most wanted to hear from his lips, ever since she first met him those many months ago. Or was she dreaming again? Having him say “I love you” had the same probability of Europe being obliterated by a meteor. He wasn’t the type of person to say those things; in fact he had never said to her before that he cons

Writing to music 9/12/13 The city lights were blazing bright on that summer night. I could feel the beat of the base thrumming through my body as I walked toward the club. Nothing could stop me that, night I was invincible. I continued walking toward a nondescript building, my heals clicking against the asphalt in time to the beat. Less than five feet away from the building the door opened and a drunk couple came out swaying on their feet, laughing and almost falling on top of each other their balance was so bad. I promised myself then and there that I would not look like that as I exited with my man, I would be dignified and would walk on

Far away there lived a King who had three beautiful daughters. The first and oldest was Ebony, named after her long, silky, and very straight jet black hair. The middle child was Hazel, a girl known for her curiosity and rapt wonder for the things around her. She kept her wavy brown hair in braids tied with ribbon. Sara was the youngest, a thin, light blonde girl with an eye for sweets. Sara was not a fan of hard work and would rather gossip with the maids than do her embroidery. One day their father called them into his study to have a serious talk with them. The three of them could hardly contain their nervous energy for each knew somethin

The night air was clammy with humidity making his already sweaty palm damper. Diffident resolve, already weak to being with, bowed under his increasing anxiety as he neared the house. Going around the back way he opened up the gate into the modest garden. Under the veil of night the flora took on ghastly shapes, becoming monsters waiting for the unwary follower. Quietly he opened the door, gently easing it open. He glanced first right, into the kitchen, then left into the hallway that led to the living room. Seeing no one around he let out a sign of relief and relaxed muscles he didn't know were tense. Starting off straight ahead he climbed

"Why do we have to go here?" Silena asked Mich for the umpteenth time. "Because it's haunted and I love haunted places," said Mich, "and because it is nearly Halloween. You go to haunted places on Halloween." Silena merely sighed, grumpy that her boyfriend had to drag her along to one of his favorite haunts. "You know quite well that I hate haunted places with a passion. Also corn mazes. I much rather be safe and sound at home." The dark trees crackled around them in a slight breeze while clouds slowly drifted over a full moon. The haunted, abandoned masion loomed over them, blocking out most of the sky. "I don't like this place, eeK!" "W