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BrotherI was so used to having my older brother around, and I went to him for everything.

Especially when I wanted something. Because, really, what are little sisters for?

As he walks in, I say in a melancholy voice, “Hey.”

He screams and puts his hand to his heart in a mock-startled way. He lets out an exaggerated breath. I ignore him and say, “There's no food anywhere!”, over-expressing my hunger.

He tells me to follow him into his room. He walks over to the plastic bag that I saw him walk in with.

“Will this work?” he asks, holding up a bag of lightly salted Lays potato chips.

“No,” I reply,

Seeing StarsI look up a the sky at midnight.
I see a black map
dotted with silver stars
connected with invisible lines
The points form pictures in the sky
I look through the window at midday.
I see the familiar golden orb hanging in the sky
smiling down at me.
It sends warm beams of light down at me
and I smile back.
I watch the sky at different times.
I see different things
but I always see stars.

Teeny-Tiny ThingsA tiny figurine
Of two Christmas symbols,
Made out of the cousin
Of plasticine,
Can give you a stalkie
Of joy, especially when
You are a soul-relative
Of Rousseau and Sterne
(Or at least when you
Think so, basing only
On stereotypes).

You can bring it
To your flat
And show it to
Your family members
And close friends,
And later - when they
Will look at you,
Wondering what
Do you want them to
Tell, you will be able
To make your speech:

"Have you ever seen, my dears,
Such charming sign of artistic
Commitment, especially when it
Comes to such things, about
Which you can say they are just
Trivial and nothing else?
Please, don't laugh at me,

A GuardianI need a sign
something, anything
to let me know
your here with me.
That you won't leave
when times get tough,
That you'll stay with me.
I'll need a shoulder to lean on
when the world is crumbling around me.
Promise you'll stay.
I'll need some form of hope.

EndgameIf these words were my
Very last, it would be fine.
I've lived a good life.

Play a Song"Hey, want to hear me play a song for you?"

A girl's voice broke the large man out of his concentration on his computer screen. He nearly jumped off his bed in surprise.

The girl laughed suddenly. "Calm down, big bro. It's only me."

The man sighed. The weeks of little sleep, intense workouts and long workdays was wearing him thin.

"I have to go to the gym," he declared.

"Why?" the teenager asked, "Didn't you go this morning?"

"I have to go again. I'm doing my shoulder workouts."

The girl walked closer to him, staring at his huge, muscled back and arms.

"Please," she said, trying to lessen the unspoken tension in the air, "You can alre

New Year, New SkinTo think at the beginning of last year it was you and I
holding hands;
you and I standing alone against the world
Now that it is a new year,
you are but a scar.

Your Little DollControl my every move
my rise and my fall
everything at your command
like I was your little doll.

I have no choice
what else was I to do?
you say that you love me
so I'll believe that it's true.

Who knows what real love is?
maybe this is wrong
can't even control my own breath anymore
can only sing your song.

You tell me I must follow
what would happen if I don't?
"that's not an option" you say
with your hand around my throat.

I must get out of this god forsaken place
how did this go so far?
we were in love, we had it all
now there's shackles around my heart.

I'll run as fast as I can
finally out of your arms
bruised mind, scarred heart
b

The Bonds of LoveLover to lover,
but I am your prisoner;
chained up in the dark.

. the moon fell in love with the stars

I wish my eyes were a mirrorI wish my eyes were a mirror
so you can see you as i see
your heart was crushed by an image
built by a cruel society

I wish my eyes were a mirror
So that i may help you to believe
that what they say is lies
and show you how you are to me

I wish my Heart could speak clearer
to help you understand
that you are the only person
that can fill my empty hands

I wish i could be your savior
Wipe away your fresh tears
i would gently say i love you
as i hold you through the years

And i wish my soul was a healer
to undo all of the pain
Make all their hostile efforts
finally end in vain

But to you im just a stranger
or "Just friends a

Those cadences were crystalline.I recall that you loved her
Like you loved jazz,
Bright as the gold flecks and swift brass of your movements
Breathing what you sought in the
Sine tone of her piano
Grinning as we wowed the crowd
That went up in flames and cheers.

Improvisation was like free-falling,
You weren't sure what you wanted or where you were going
And therein lay the thrill.

I loved you like flute notes and cold breaths on a midwinter morning
You loved to hear yourself speak and
I loved how your eyes alit with laughter when you didn't say a word.
You loved me like a secret smile
Auburn curls and conspiring glances
Loved the distance, maybe,
And the s

MinesweeperLife is like a game of Minesweeper.

Nobody really knows what it is or how to get through it.

Sometimes you get stuck in difficult situations, and you just want to start over.

You're driven to giving up.

You make stupid choices.

You're driven to take guesses and leaps of faith; sometimes they work, sometimes they don't.

You just click the wrong button, and it ends up ruining everything.

Once in a while, you're given a huge handout. Other times, just a small piece.

You don't know why you keep going on with it.

But you're damn well not going to close out the window before you win.

Secret"Hey, uh... I need to tell you something."

"Sure, what is it?"

"It's a secret. I've been keeping it to myself for such a long time, but I just need to tell someone, and you're a great friend, so I figured that I could trust you with this."

"Wow, really? Thanks! Okay, what's the secret?"

"Whoa, not so fast."

"...Huh?"

"First, you need to solemnly swear on anything and everything you hold dear that you will not, under any circumstances, tell anybody. And I mean ever."

"Wow, this must be pretty serious. Okay, I solemnly swear."

"Actually, now that I think about it, I'm gonna go write up a contract."

"Um, that's not really necessary."

"

Worth A Thousand Words“Daddy, can you teach me how to draw?”

The five year old girl cautiously entered the dimly lit room, eyes wandering curiously at her surroundings. It wasn't often she was allowed to stand in this room, and so she wanted to savor the rare moment.

The man sitting inside the study sighed audibly. Pencils were scattered across his desk, his paper coated in various amounts of graphite.

“I'm busy right now,” the man said tiredly, “and I need to have this done for a client by tomorrow. Go play.”

The girl replied defiantly, “But Daddy, I want to learn how to draw just like you! Someday, I'll be a famous a

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by ~SourAir, Jan 12, 2013, 7:02:19 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Biography & Memoir / Stories & Vignettes

I am so fed up.

It's the last period of the day, and I just want to go home.

Just a few more minutes...

Can't he please wait just a few more minutes to keep talking?

Because, to be honest, I'm really tired of hearing him speak.

"Sis!" he calls in a not-so-very-discreet whisper across the room, earning him glares from other people around him.

The girl he called to turns around in her seat and faces him, though she is clearly not his sister. There is a perplexed smile on her face as she tries to decode his frantic hand gestures. She rolls her eyes as if this was a normal occurrence to her (which it probably was) and continues with what she was doing a few minutes ago.

The boy doesn't give up, though.

He continues to call "Sis! Sis!" loudly to the girl that obviously is not related to him at all.

By the time he reaches his sixth call, I turn to give him my signature annoyed glare.

"Do you mind?" I say indignantly, "Unlike you, some people actually want to attend school for the purpose for which it was created. Can't you wait until later to talk to her?"

He stares at me, pretending to be offended though it's clear that he doesn't care about what I said. There is a mischievous smile on his face.

"You don't know what it's like to have a sister," he declares, almost in a boasting way.

I pause, and for a moment, I am rendered speechless.

"You're right," I respond slowly, "I don't."

He just smiles.

Sisterby ~SourAir

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Biography & Memoir / Stories & Vignettes

Because not all of your family has to be related to you.

Based off a conversation I had during class one day. I'm not sure why I decided to write it down, but I did. So here you go. I hope you enjoyed it.

~dashita-tichou Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I'm the middle child in a set of three girls and they both get on my nerves SO much everyday... *shrugs* Well, maybe not EVERY day... I'm in marching band and my section leader was a lot like a big brother to me, always teasing me but pushing me to do my best a the same time. I used to have real confidence issues too, I cried after every performance and he was there with a hug and got me to stop crying. So I definitely get the whole not all of your family is related to you thing. This was cute.

~SourAir Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Aww, that's really sweet!

I used to have someone like that in my life, too. Thank you for the comment, I'm really glad that you liked this!

~blue-eyed-bee Jan 17, 2013

this really interested me. normally i find it difficult to read stuff, but this drew me in. i was quite interested to see who's point of view it was coming from and what would happen next, and it seemed like something that was legitimate - like the way people reacted and stuff.
nicely done.

~SourAir Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much! I'm really glad you liked it

~blue-eyed-bee Jan 21, 2013

my pleasure.

=TheWritingDragon Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

this is so randomly funny!

weird stuff has happened to me like this too...

~SourAir Jan 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Haha, thanks!

~PearlsCat Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I love the simplicity of this. There's something more to the story, but that doesn't necessarily mean it needed to be written. This is good, and I'm glad you found something interesting enough in your life to write about. It's not often we get to take life experiences and make them into a story.

~SourAir Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much!

That was the thing I kept in mind as I wrote it, and I'm glad that people could understand there was a deeper meaning to the story.

!ZahilaraBennett Jan 13, 2013 Student Writer

This is amazing. I love it.

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