Reflections on the Surface of a Toe Nail

Reflections on the Surface of a Toe Nail

Chapter 5

     The Story The Authors
The warm ocean waves gently touched Paul's toes. The soft sand lay nestled beneath his fingers. He sighed as he watched the golden orange sun sink slowly into the mountainous horizon. It truly had been a great summer. He thought of all the things he had been through and how good it felt to finally relax and enjoy life. After almost losing his summer job and his only ticket to college he had decided to come here. The beach so he could get his thoughts together. He thought of just staying here and leaving his worries all his hardships behind. He knew he couldn't do that though. Suddenly, he felt an approaching person or an approaching something. The sun had completely set now and he coulndn't seem to make out what was approaching him. He squinted through the darkness. What was it? His heart told him, by the increase in beating, that whatever it was it was not good... none
...Or maybe the two dozen marijuana brownies he had consumed over the last ninety minutes were just making him a bit paranoid. Paul remembered how much he had laughed when Rebecca had first made him marijuana brownies; she had actually baked the leaves right into the brownies. They were crunchy and bitter like an undercooked garden burger. Of course, they had eaten them anyway; they had spent their last dime on that score, and they weren't going to just throw it away. Paul had made this last batch himself, as Rebecca had left him for a college man, "someone with a future." He still laughed, though, as he sauteed the Cannabis in Land O' Lakes sweet cream butter. But as the figure emerged from the darkness, he realized he wasn't just paranoid, and that the weed had slowed him down enough that he wasn't going to get away... Bard
"What the hell has this guy been smoking?" Nicole thought to herself as she approached the stranger on the beach. After winning the Women's Ultimate Fighting Championship, she was hired by the DEA. This guy appeared that he would be her third bust this week alone. She was making quite a name for herself already! Turning her thoughts back to the business at hand, she drew her twin .45 Magnum handcannons and approached the junkie cautiously. Super Dave
Then realization struck! She was not alone. In came her arch enemy! chuck
It was a ghost MELISSA
Then The Ghost made friends with her. So I guess they were really good friends. This story sounds stupid. So quit putting swear words in the story. Whoever put them swear words in this story is a chicken butt. SO THERE!!!!! HA HA HA. Melissa
But althought this story sounds stupid, there is a lesson to be learned. For although they were really good friends, and although chicken butts keep swearing, The Ghost had other plans for the lady. The Ghost wanted her to be with him forever and therefore wanted to find a way to....yes....put her in her grave. none
But the old lady fortunately had taken tae kwon do in her younger years and succesfully beat up the ghost. roo
Wha! Hung! Whup-Hai! She kicked and flailed at the intangible beast knowing it would feel the kicks that she couldn't. none
If I ever get out of here, I'm never coming back. This is insane. How did I ever get signed up for this? Well, my timer is almost up. Whew! dmr
Melissa was right, this story is stupid. When are we going to get some real talent here? I guess I don't have to hang around. Goodbye. dmr
the quitter show no talent--whatsoever none
And so he will wither away Sara
to nothing but a lowly existence cutie
whatever ashley
Suddenly she woke up in a sweat "IT WAS ONLY A DREAM" she said or was it hunny
Okay new story: It was a dark and stormy night. Liz was babysitting at a friends house three blocks from hers. The kids were asleep and Liz was watching T.V. She went to call her mom on the kitchen phone. It was dead. Crash a flash of lighting and then darkness. The lights were out. Suddenly a noise from the basment like the sound of glass breaking broke the silence. hunny
k hunny
I followed that same dog down the same sidewalk, and I wondered what it was that was so important the dog had to do. He wasn't even much of a dog. Poor dog was made up of the left over clay that was cut away from other, finer, pure bred dogs. I suppose purity is admirable, but it also leaves you aching to be something more. Lucy-O
Then I began to ponder my own makeup. Who was I, poor wretched sinner saved only by the grace of God, to criticize one of His own creatures. I am also made of the clay fashioned by God, the purest and most fine being of all. Purity is admirable, yes, but only attainable through salvation. To yearn to be something more can lead to ultimate disaster as seen in the life of Lucifer. To yearn to be pure is the ultimate desire a Christian will have once he has been saved. I immediately recognized the value of the dog, and as Christ did for me, I took him home and made him my own. Christian
On the long walk back to my home I encountered an old lady. She tried to offer me a bit of partially eaten candy for the cigeratte that I was smoking. I gratefully traded the old woman, i didn't need that cigeratte anyway. My new little dig barked at the poor lady. I tugged at the leash on the dog and it turned away from the woman and looked at me in discust. I thought that I wouldn't like it either if someone was tugging at my neck with a rope. Then and there I decided I would rather be a cat. OnePixGrl
Because cats are lazy and spoiled. Get to be rubbed on the tummy all the time. Plus, no baths for the cats carol
Well only lots of licks none
Hello... how are you? Coolness
" said the smelly old mule as he walked to market one fine September Morn. Mat
he looked inside a shoe shop and was sad when he realized he couldn't get basketball shoes to fit. Amy Hartwell
After all, basketball shoes were the best footwear available. Anything to be like Michael Jordan. Mike's the best. His slam dunking is amazing. Every one should worship Michael Jordan Amy Hartwell
Sure basketball shoes are cool anything to be like Mike. But it is not the shoes that really count, but it is what you put into them like hard work. When I can afford them maybe I will buy them but for now I will just wear the old sneakers my mom gave me for my Birthday. Maria
Yes, the sneakers mom gave me for my birthday. That was the last time mom and I had so much fun. I'll never forget that day. We went to the park, bought ice cream, she even jumped romp with the girls outside the school. I never thought mom knew how to jump rope. She was always tired when she got home from work, I never saw her strong enough to have much fun. Mom was always working, sometimes two jobs at a time. I think that is why I love these old sneakers so much. Sure they're old and worn out, and I need new ones. But mom took on an extra cleaning job for a week just to buy them for me. Yeah, I'll never forget the fun we had the day mom gave me these sneakers. It was almost as if she knew she wouldn't be around for my next birthday, and she wanted to make the most of our day together. Not six months later she died. Nicolas O. Ledu (Ledu@htl.com)
Dad is never around much now. He's working two jobs just to keep his truck on the road and a roof over our heads. He's angry most of the time. And I worry when he doesn't come home until real late on his day off. I wish things could be like they use to be when Mom was alive. Yeah, I need new sneakers, but Dad says I'll have to get another part-time job to pay for them. Between school and my bagging job at the market, I don't have enough time for another job. I try to help Dad whenever I can, but after paying for my own school clothes, and personal stuff, and paying to wash and dry my clothes and his, I don't have much left to give him. Nicolas Ledu (ledu@htl.com)
So Dad says I have to give him myself. "Sacrifice is the way of the world kiddo," Dad would always say. Mom was the buffer. Sure things weren't perfect when she was around; we were still living in corners squeezed together at the Grant's house over on Rodman Street. But I was young and Mom could always assuage my fears. Whenever Dad would come home drunk she could soothe him; calm his soul with words and subtle touch, fend him away from me. Now she's gone and I'm his sacrifice. It's not enough to have me taking care of myself. He needs to have me taking care of him, he needs to have me, to have me body and soul. So nightly he takes out his turkey carving knife and slices into my body to extract my soul. I'm afraid that I may soon have no flesh to carve. That's why I keep this girl in a box under my bed. Robert Convey
"You still hanging in there, baby?", I whisper (in case Dad is still awake). "Mrphh..mmmumphhh", she lilts back. Now, finally, I can close my eyes, knowing that my new sneakers will be safe for the night, lovingly tucked away in my box of goodies under my bed. That night, my dreams were all honey-sweet: Mom was downstairs, humming an old song to herself; I could hear Dad in the backyard, frustrating himself while trying to fix the lawnmower. I could feel the humid, summer air pushing through the curtains in my room. I awoke the next morning to the sound of an arguement downstairs. C R C
The arguement was suddenly tossed out of my mind when my bedroom door was kicked open. They they were, two men in black suits. I let a laugh escape from my lips, "Ha, are you guys government agents?" The taller of the two said, "Yes we are." "What are you here for?" "You know too much." "So what, you gonna erase my memory with some high-tech gadget?" "Sort-of" deadpanned the Taller one and whipped out a Walther PPK and.... Thompson quickly shot the suspect between the eyes. Williams, the shorter of the two, moved the rest of the bodies into the room. Thompson looked under the bed and found the box. He then procured from his suit jacket a small vial of fluid which he proceeded to pour all over the box and the bodies. He then lit a match and threw it on the corpses and the box. A quick white flame started to burn and within seconds the room was awash in flame. Williams and Thompson quickly exited the house. Thompson jumped into the drivers seat of their plain black car and Williams soon followed. They drove for a couple of minutes before anything was said. When a fire truck, sirens blaring, passed them, the topic came up. "Won't they find the bodies?", Williams asked. "No, that shit I pored all over them is a flammable fluid that evaporates everthing into a superfine ash. When the police and firefighters comb over that place, they'll find no trace of human remains or anything that was in that box." They drove for a bit longer. Thompson saw a movie theatre advertising "Men In Black" and he had to laugh. Hollywood didn't know how close to the make they came, but instead of covering up aliens, the men in black covered up everything. Classified
Williams used the car phone to call HQ. "Yes, Thompson and I took care of that..... No. He said that it will evaporate....yes, yes,.....ok, I tell him" he clicked the phone off. "Daniels said that while we are in the area, we should contain 333 Woolridge Drive. Standard wetwork job. Some ginch tourist was spotted taking pictures in South Ridge, NM. He took a couple of pictures of rocks and shit like that, they think that he might have accidentaly taken a couple of pictures of the 'Meat House'." "They" were always paranoid when it came to the "Meat House". The "Meat House" was a nickname the guys gave to The South Ridge Cryogenic Facility. That particular place housed about 130 Government witnesses that are too precious to let go in society and too important to kill. Anytime someone might have even discovered the "Meat House" ,there was immediate action. Classified
I am the CROW Sneezz
I'm a SWM. Late 30's, medium build, about 6'1. I live in another world where I like to drink Mysterious Cosmic Herbal Tea. glitter6
I'm a SWM. Late 30's, medium build, about 6'1. I live in another world where I like to drink Mysterious Cosmic Herbal Tea. glitter6
As I am drinking my tea, I slip into the view of our universe. Everything-ALL, is a tuned in T.V. I see myself going on about my daily living, Other people- living. Every one is so happy. I see every one smiling at me, I smile back. So much happiness!! So healthy!! I pick up my cup, almost to my lips, then shock, It's empty, It drops, shatters. MY FOOT BLEEDING, MY HEART POUDING....SURE WISH I HAD SOME MORE M.C.H.TEA....... Tj teresa107@juno.com
Damn Bandages. How inconvient. Damn shoes. Why do I always have to get shoes that never fit with extra attire on my feet? Why do I need my shoes on? Why do I always hurt my feet (oh we can't forget my ankles) always tripping, scratching, twisting, Hurting.....Where did I put that damn tea.....Well it looks like I'm stuck in this world (SWF 5'6 120pds without her #**#**# Mysterious Cosmic Herbal Tea "M.C.H.")SO much for goverment agents and happy people. I can feel EVERYONE in the air today. It's gonna be one of those days. Hmmm, lets see if I am gonna cry 32 times or 20 times today. How many cuurents will go right through my mortal self, straight to the core of my soul? How many times will I feel YOU? It seems to me that it times to go to the mountains today... Think I'll take a good friend with me...6'4...My soulmate...God had to give him a big body to be keeper of his soul...Such a good soul...Yep, gonna go to the mountains and dig for crystals. "HEALING OF MY SOUL..." "#%*# the tea, time to heal, time to be free, time is right, time is waiting, do you dare come with me?" Tj - Are you following me?- teresa107@juno.com
Catchy?? Not the ryhme, the mountains, and crystals. Our gift of life "Mother Earth." I have been learning to appreciate it. It is one-one is all-all is it! Imagine that...Really!...what did you conclude??? Me? Lets see..EARTH! So...It equals Earth. It will take me about two hours to get there. How long to appreciate it? See ya in our next world! There is something so mysterious about the mountains, every second, day and night. Its like a neverending fantasy. Seems like a live a feww of those. Breathtaking beauty. The higher the better. Altitude! Altitude! Mountain tops touching clouds. The air is so clean. If your a quiet watcher you will see all the beauty the mountains hold and you will hold it dear to your heart, through all your mortal life. Streams fascinate me. I sit and listen, SEE...I can actually hear drums. Try to figure that one out. Either way I drink in the mysterious beauty it holds. It makes me beautiful. I figure I am very lucky to be beautiful. INSIDE and OUT! It's raining again. We need it so bad. It's a wonderful day. Mountains, soulmate, and I. We will be ONE today! Can you SEE?? Tj Do es anyone want to follow?? teresa107@juno. com
Helping tools are very nice to have to make through each day. My days seem to be harder as life goes through its fazes. scary huh! Everyone in such a damn hurry, impatient and foremost so damn rude. Even myself sometimes. Someone very special told me once to "Pray Constantly", it was hard a first, but now it comes naturally to me. I don't know why I had to be a late bloomer. Really, I do now. It happened on December 16, 1996. It's so good, it might as well had been a story....I was running with the wrong crowd. That should explain half the story the story leading up to this. I used to say to God "If I am doing anything wrong just slap me in the face"...That night in December I hit a Tree doing exceesives speed of almost 100 miles per hour. I was wearing my seat belt(SUPRISE) I never wore it. I shattered the whole left side of my face. I had no nose. I rememeber every thing like it was a moment ago. The realizations that I was going to wreck. My kids, the guilt, shame...I was screaming for GOD. I thought I was dead. Woke up in the hospital,I'm alive, Doctors--my face--I'm lucky---MY FACE-- ALIVE---Face... I proceeded to go through with surgery. A new face..Not very pretty. I started to appreciate-little things. Used to be very beautiful, I mean exceptionaly! This story's short and to the point. Went through another surgery and I am beautiful again, what you'd consider a knockout, BUT now I am beautiful INSIDE AND OUT TWO YEARS LATER!!!!I'll be thirty two in January, the 22nd. I thank God for holding me in the palms of his hands, I've been a difficult student. I'm an Aquarius, AND its rough. I am more intuned what to what is going on with me than I ever thought possible. And as for all of you, WOW. Totally mind blowing. Thats why I going to the mountains. I'm going to appreciate everything and everyone no matter what. Time for a soul cleansing. BYE FOR NOW. I will be back in later hours of day or a new day.... Tj teresa107@juno.com
"All I asked was did you want butter with your popcorn, Lady. I didn't want you life story.", said the kid behind the counter. Grandpa Hoyts
"But I didn't ask for popcorn," the woman said in a vague manner before walking away. "Boy you sure do get some wierd ones in here," said the kid to his buddy. The blonde kid just nodded. Danielle Baillie
He turned out the aisle and made his way for the street in front of the theatre, where he and his buddy had just finished watching "Terminator" for the umpteenth time. A wad of gum was stuck to the ball of his right sneaker making his foot generate squelching sound effects with each step he took. He plucked a lollipop stick from the sidewalk and bent down to scrape the muck off his shoe and heard a garbled, choking sound just above him as his best friend in the whole world took a bullet in the throat. "Holy shit!" the kid gasped as he scrambled on the filthy sidewalk to take shelter behind some trash cans that were full to overflowing with the refuse of another day's accumulated refuse. (How long could the city keep from bargaining with the striking trash colloctors, anyway?) He lay still as a possum on a hot summer day in Arkansas and cried silently for his fallen friend. Suddenly, a whisper of a footstep sneaking up ythe street tickled at his right ear... djd
Warm sunlight poured through April's window bathing her in the morning sun. She was still asleep. Mike stood in the doorway to their bedroom and watched her sleeping. "She looks so peacful laying there, how can i wake her up?" he thought to himself "but i have to, today is a big day". Mike walked over and sat on the edge of their bed, he leaned over and kissed her gently "wake up my sweet" he wispered softly "mmmm, what a nice why to be woken up" she mumbled "its already time to get up? Can't we sleep for a bit longer?" April said pulling Mike down onto the bed. "No we have to get going, today is a big day." "Oh alright". "You go ahead and shower and get dressed and i'll start breakfest" "Ok". April walked in to the kitchen behind Mike and put her arms around his waist resting her head on his back. "Is there anything i can do to help?" "No no, I wanna make you breakfest, it won't be ready for a bit, why don't you go ahead and pack out stuff?" "sure thing sweetie" Mike turned around and kissed April. April was humming happily to herself as she pulled the suitcases out of the closet. "Today is tgoing to be great" she thought. April began packing everything they would need for the next few days. Then she pulled out a beautiful white dress, short, sleevless, and backless it was the perfect dress. April carefull placed it in the suitcase. "Breakfest is ready hon" Mike called from the kitchen. "Be right down" After eating they put the suitcases in the car. "You remember everything?" "Y'The in the name of fuck could that be!!!!' Mike yelled suddenly irate. 'WHY THE FUCK DOES EVERYBODY HATE ME!!!!!!!!!' he suddenly crumpled and fell to the floor, knocking a bowl of peaches onto the ground. He picked up one of the fallen peaches. The knock came again. Gibson, up until now completely absorbed in the tartan curtains, turned around to look at the retched Mike. she knelt down and said : 'what you wan flom me-ah?' She proceeded to clutch Mike's crotch, with the wisdom and maturity the years had given her. Mike's spirit quickly rose as Gibson's rythmic squeezing soothed his troubled soul. There came another knock, this time it was more angry, more ravenged! As Mike stood up to answer it, he felt a gun point in his back. 'Gibson, No!' Banjo MaClusky
Mike turned to see Gibon's finger begin to squeeze the trigger, but in that instance, another writer picked up the thread of the story and altered the laws of physicswhile he was at it. As the hammer came own on the back of the bullet, there was a plop, and the bullet rolled out of the barrel and onto the floor. Gibson stared at it and swore - first in Chinese, then in English, then in Urdu, then finally in an Old Low Norse dialect, but it didn't help. She looked up in time to see Mike's fist barrelling towards her retrousse nose.... Vaughan
and she screamed"Oh, shit! Fuck you!" and ran out of the room to swear some more. She felt a little sexy now, so she threw off her clothes and put them in the laundry room and walked balk to Mike Jessi
Mike suddenly realised she was none other than his arch nemesis, Shirley Lollipop! 'Oh you dastardly woman!!!' Banjo Higgins
You're wearing my shirt, you have my shoes, but I see beneath this mask--you are you! bobo
But what the hell is that green blouse doing on with those blue earings?!?! Eugene Hardman
You know this, I've said it a thousand times: blue and orange only on Tuesdays! Shannon
But I don't care about the anal paints I just want to have dirty, brutal sex with my best friends girlfriend. OPIATE
"Sorry!" She said, "I have no clue where that came from." none
"Look, baby," he said. "You don't wanna know, trust me." Adan Greenspan
"No, I don't. And I don't care. So just take your silly ideas and stick them where the sun don't shine." XS
Isn't that the place over in Arizona, the Grand Canyon or something? Grommit
I knew we shouldn't have come here harry. I mean, i have someones ideas all over my new suede shoes!!! And i thought the Grand canyon had sunshine...it's all dark in here! AAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Grom
And then God came down and hence Judgement Day ensued. When asked, later on after all the fuss had died down, harry replied: 'God's really cool.' The last words ever spoken on earth, what a pity they had to come from the mouth of the harry. Oh well. Bungholio
But Lisa and Jerry still remained on earth. The only problem was, well, I guess you could say they didn't like eachother much. Lisa didn't know Jerry was still alive so she stripped off her clothes and started to bathe herself in the river. Then she heard a noise. "Who's there?" Lisa called. Jerry's face popped out behind a bush. Lisa screamed. "Of all people, why do you have to be one of the last people on earth?" she cried. Jerry walked behind her and put his hands on her bare shoulders. "Well, um, Lisa, do you like me?" Jerry asked her uncomfortably. "Of coarse not! I hate you!" Lisa said. She reached for her clothes. They weren't there. " Where are my clothes."She demanded. "I don't know. It happened to my clothes, too."Jerry shrugged. "Well, good bye!" she stomped away, naked and all. Lisa walked into a meadow and started eating berries. Jerry walked into the meadow and hid behind a tree. Then he stepped out from behind the tree, still in clothes, and walked over to Lisa. Lisa looked up to see Jerry in clothes. Lisa shifted uncomfortably. Jerry reached out to stroke Lisa's breasts. Lisa swiped his hand away. "You idiot! Can't you tell I don't like you? How do you think it feels to be naked in front of someone you hate? Worst of all, in front of someone with their clothes on?" Lisa screamed. Her eyes started getting watery. " I hate you! I never want to see you again!" she sobbed. Lisa ran away. Of coarse, Jerry followed her. He snuck behind her. Lisa turned around. "Jerry! Stop following me!" she cried. Jerry stepped out from the tall grass. "Lisa, I forever wanted to tell you this, but, I love you! You are my everything! I love no lady but you! I dream about you! All that are in my thoughts are you, Lisa! I love you deeply!" Jerry said. "I really do!" Lisa sighed. She didn't know if she wanted to kiss him, or to swear at him. Lisa sighed again. "Well, I guess I love you, too." She finally said. Jerry breathed a sigh of relief. Jerry reached out to put his hands on her bare shoulders. Lisa nodded. Jerry put his hands on her stomach. Then, finally, Jerry touched her breasts and rubbed her vagina. Lisa sighed. She loved every minute of this. She had to admit, she loved Jerry. She wanted him to keep on rubbing forever and ever and ever. She felt sorry that she hated him before, but now she knew she loved him. She knew that they would always be together forever and ever and ever, and for all eternity. Jerry was happy and he now knew that they both loved eachother. Of coarse, he would always keep his clothes on and either Lisa would feel perfectly safe with his arms and his body or else Lisa would get VERY angry and start swearing or just plain old "son of a bitch" she meant a female dog, not the swearing bitch. She said that because she thought is was funny to call a human male a son of a female dog. Jerry thought that was stupid. Of coarse, he never told Lisa that. Then they would have a real fight. Usually, Lisa was the swearing queen and Jerry was the serious buissnus man, so they could very well be the odd couple. Also, they were a special type of person. They would live forever and never get older. After two years, Jerry saw someone he never expected to see. He saw Marceia. "Marceia!" Jerry cried. "Oh, Jerry! I'm not Marceia. I'm the spirit of Marceia!" she sobbed. Jerry glanced at her. She was wearing see through silk and she had her hair loose. Lisa stepped out from a meadow. "Marceia? Can I have your silk on top?" she asked sweetly. Marceia through her silk down and dissapeared. Lisa and Jerry glanced at eachother. Lisa knealt down and picked up the silk. Daisy the sixteenth
"This feels warm!" Lisa exclaimed. She dropped the silk in the mud. Jerry picked it up. "It is warm! But it's clean!"Jerry said. It was true. The silk looked as if it was never dirty. Julira
Jerry put a hand on his crotch. 'Do you see it Lisa?' 'Damnit! I'm seeing it man, but i don't belive it!' 'I know how you feel!!!! Groovy!!!!' 'Jerry, you okay?' 'I'm groooovy maaaaan!' Lisa's worst fear had come true, Jerry had been over taken, possesed if you will, by the mythical Far Out Disco Freak Space Boy Seventies entity. Lisa could remember her parents telling her stories abou the entity, they told her if you she didn't eat all her greens it would come and turn her into a wierd retro timewarped disco freak. 'Heeeeeeyyyyyy, sit on it!' Jerry exclaimed, clutching his crotch and WINDINg like a disco space robot from 1985, body rocking to the core. Lisa watched on in terrified horror. Would the disco freak entity get her to? Could Jerry ever be returned to his normal late ninties indie rocking self? Will Jerry and Lisa ever get married? Will their kids be surfers? Tune in next week! Banjo Higgins
"I now pronounce you husband and wife." said the minister. It was a Thursday morning, and Lisa and Jerry were being wed. Lisa was wearing a sexy bikini, Jerry insited that she wear that and he wears swimming trunks. After their honeymoon, they chose a house in Orlando by the beach. "Like, let's , like, chew some groovy tobacco. Ain't that way far out?" Jerry said. "Uh, sure. I guess." Lisa said. "Like, then, like, then let us make out like, on the naked beach." Jerry kidded. Lisa turned away. She looked down at the floor. She wished she was in Minnasoda with her boyfriend Tom. "Hon, I have to go to a meeting in California. I'll be there for a year. Sorry it was such short notice, but I'll make a million dollars. Okay?" Lisa said. "Sure." Jerry shrugged. Lisa went onto the plane. She glanced at her seat partner. It was a girl. "Hi!" Lisa said to the woman. "Oh, hi. My name's Carrie Sucer, what's yours?" the woman said. Lisa's heart fell. "Sucer?" Lisa managed to say. "Yes, Sucer. My husband's name is Tom. I call him Tommy Wommy, we're so close." Carrie giggled. "Oh." Lisa got up and went to a empty seat. She looked out the window. It was an emergancy window. There was an idea slowy forming in her mind. She kicked the window open. It fell, and she jumped out. She landed on the streets of New York City. Well, not exatly landed, rather, crashed. She was dead. Yuann and Glucia looked up. Yuann shrugged. "Bye Yuann. See ya later." Glucia said. If only I could find Randy! she thought. Randy was her teenage daughter. Randy was 15, and she was punk. "Yo, Gem!" she heard a voice call. The word Gem stood for Glucia Exatly Mom. She knew that was Randy. "Yo, Gem! I just am goin ta hang out with Frog, To, Sachy, and Lu La." Randy said. Glucia nodded. Randy & Gem
"Who are these people I seem to love?" Askes Randy to herself. Who would of known that secretly he was watching her. Just because she was 15 didn't mean he couldn't like her. "Hi Ran," Josh spoke. He was 34 and her Biology teacher. "Well,", she thought to herself, "he does have a nice ass." tekaforever
Had any diety been looking down on the town that minute, and had any diety seen such vagrant lust, Randy would have been made sterile at that very moment. Nonetheless, the perversion ran through her head. Josh, or Jackass, as the class was calling him, made his small talk and walked down the hall to the teachers lounge, where he proceded to smoke a pipe, or a cigarette, or a cigar, or maybe marijuana, I don't know, they never let me in the teachers lounge. Ran took off for the band room, because all the crybabies in school hung out there, so she wouldn't stick out, crying and dreaming over Josh. Big Germ
After school, Ran went back home and tried not to think about Josh too much. . . Ran's next door neighbor Kate, on the other hand was having a wonderful time. It's nearly sunset and a young lady, Kate is sitting at the tent with an older gentleman, Terry. They are laughing and smiling, and enjoying eachother company. . . He (Grady) is walking with his mother, looking for a familiar face, and then he glances over to the tents beside the fence. The man, he knows. The girl - familiar? Perhaps, he knows he has seen her, but the sun is shining so brightly and she is so happy - maybe she is an angel - a echo in his mind. "Do you see her?" he quietly asks his mother. "Yes," she replies, "That is her. . .isn't she all grown up?" Memories flood in . . . he had practically forgotten her. He couldn't of even told you the color of her eyes, and yet now, he remembered everything. Her laughter as she looked at him. They were so young then. . . what was this feeling he had now? He slowly walked closer. She was not looking in his direction - she had no notice of him. . .and then: she stopped smiling. A strange look crossed her face. . . she turned her head and looked straight into his eyes. Something quickly passed between them. She stood up and walked towards him. She was smiling and laughing. "Oh my, I've waited years for this," she reached out and held his hand, but quickly released it. . . a pained look crossed her face. 'So, she knows." he thought to himself. "How are you," he asked her. "Fine," she replied, once again smiling,this time though, it was a bit forced. "It's been forever hasn't it? So much has changed." she said. "Not all that much," he said back to her, "and what was changed is back the way it was." What was he saying? Everything was flowing quickly, yet naturally. "I'm not engaged," he blurted out. Her eyes narrowed, she studied him. . . "Oh," was all she could manage to say. Her eyes brimmed with tears, she moved closer to him. She slowly put her arms around him. "You came back to me." she wispered. "Yes," he said. How long they stood there. . . who knows. They laughed together. What had just happened. She had waited her whole life and now the fairy tail had come to the part she had always wanted it to come to the part she had always wanted it to come to. He was holding her. He loved her. How it happened, she nor he knew, but somehow it was clear to both of them that they would always be together. Terry watched Kate as she fell into Grady's arms. Terry has spent all day with Kate, and he knew she still loved Grady. To see the very converstion they had just had come to life made him so happy. Terry had always wanted Kate to be happy and now she was, and so was he. tekaforever