InsanelySweet

"Oooooh Zippity Doo Dah, Zippity Day My oh my, what a wonderful day Plenty of ice cream headed your way Zippity Doo Doah, Zippity Daaaay~" Stiles' half-assed jazz hands did little to impress the perplexed mother and child on the other side of the glass counter. Their expressions resembled that of deers in headlights, yet a twinge of amusement could be seen tugging at the corner of their mouths. The woman retracted her hand from the tip jar, gave a skeptical smile, and led her young son towards the exit, who was staring at the Stiles with those big curious eyes until the telltale jingle sounded of their departure. If anymore blood filled up

Carrying your make-up box set, you entered your big brother's room. As you enter, you saw Matthieu reading a newspaper. "Matt!", you beamed but got no responds, "Matt!" "..." "Allen stole your underwear..." "..." "Aaaahhh! Matt! You promised!", you whined. "Promised what?", Matthieu replied as he turned the page of the newspaper. "You promised that I'll give a make over!" "I remember no such thing." You placed your make-up set on the floor and walked towards the lazy Canadian while taking your camera from your pocket. You stood beside his bed and showed him the camera screen as it played a video scene. .~*Le Video Scene*~. "Matty!

My world dissolves into autumn, the shade and the fire draped about my throat like so many jewels. I met the mist as an old lover, let the dew paint my lips with the scent of harvest. In a white memory, you are still walking away, down that same road. Your hair was shining like the fall. Your shape in the fog beckons; ghost or vision, I care not. I lose myself.

The wind pulled playfully at the long grass as the sun shone down without any hindrance. The field was quiet except for a few crickets that played their violin legs. Alyssa was completely relaxed as she lay in the field. She was about to drift off to sleep when the sound of someone running through the grass made her open her eyes. The sound came closer and Alyssa sat up to see if her tutor had finally found her. Instead of seeing a stern middle age woman with a permanent scowl on her face, Alyssa saw a short man with white hair and rabbit ears. He ran right by her with a pocket watch in his hand. "I'm late, oh, so terribly late," Alyssa hea

It was the last day of autumn. A beautiful woman, whose age would probably never be able to be guessed, walked through the park. Her pale skin was accentuated by her black hair that cascaded down to the small of her back. She wore a black Victorian style dress and a cloak made of raven feathers. Accompanying her was a woman who seemed to be in her forties with tan skin and auburn hair. The auburn haired beauty wore a long dress made of bright oranges and reds. The two seemed like an odd pair despite the fact that both were very beautiful. Their steps were slow and measured. The black haired woman hands passed over every flower and tree that t

Here I am, my beloved, walking upon the lush green earth Surrounded by the weathered stones Lichen covered, indecipherable mementos as nature takes her toll on them I look for you, among the memories etched in stone Hidden among the choking tendrils of weeds The long grass, yellow and dead waving in the breeze In the final farewell of the exodus of souls It sits, farther from the others An outcast from the far gone, an exile among the dead The long shadows of the sycamore reach out like the hands of a lost child, Reaching out for what cannot be found Grasping, opening and closing in a balled fist of anger For fear of abandon