bloorain

His name was Alex, and I didn't mean to fall in love with him at first. No one really liked him. It's not that he was a poor character, it was just really easy to make fun of him. The kids followed him as he walked in the hallway of our school. I admit that it was amusing to see the little ones hop behind him and make croaking sounds. You might have laughed too if you were there to see it, I'm sure. We had short summers and long winters, and he was frail and illness proned. His mother, a brave woman, made sure that he wore layers and layers of clothes. On top of that he would wear a big coat that was clearly too big for him. His parents we

I reach in his chest and I take out his heart. He sits in the chair across the table, indifferent. I lift it in the air and show it to him. He stares into it. "Just to be clear here, can you tell me what I'm holding" He is fixated on it. "That'll be my heart, sir' "Tell me? Why is it gray?" "It's cold" I turn around to my partner and signal him. "Can I get a small blanket in here?" I wrap the heart with the piece of clothing that is handed to me. He takes no interested in what is happening around him. When I am done, I look at him. "Does that feel better?" "I am numb. I don't really have any feelings." "Yea? I want you to bow your h

Allow me to tell you a story with an implied happy ending. She woke up in the dark, frightened. She shivered, a frightful thought clogging her mind. It was dark, moody dark. And the darkness did well to remind her that she was alone. Left alone she was, with no one to care. She hadn't forgotten either that she was behind bars. She was a prisoner, held beyond her will. The tears soon appeared, shy at first. She thought of her parents, dead asleep in each others arms. Deep inside she missed them. She remembered when they left, hoped they would still be here. The dark was her only friend. And so her tears exploded, gushing from her soul. She sc