I like writing If I write something that doesn’t make sense I have a lot of already devolved characters and I might respond to prompts using those
I like writing If I write something that doesn’t make sense I have a lot of already devolved characters and I might respond to prompts using those
I love the night sky and the stories that come with it I found someone who will listen as I tell her stories of humans long, long before us. We've never met, but we carry on their stories. Creative minds so wonderful they changed what I see in the sky. So I'll tell her about it in the dead of night when we should be asleep. We'll speak only by starlight.
Then, we'll lay down on the ground by starlight he'll admit to me things that are hard to put into words. Our friends left the two of us alone as he pours his soul out to me. And I worry. I give as good of advice as I can. But I can't fix it. He won't let me help him anymore, but I hope what I said helped. We used to speak by only starlight.
One day, a day I dream about always, we'll lay down, hold hands, and we'll stare at the night sky. We'll watch lights shoot through the sky, pretend like we don't know why, and make up our own stories. I look at the sky and then into your eyes I love the night sky, but something I love more are your eyes. We'll kiss by only starlight.
I want to be with him under the night sky. I want to be with him always. I want to help him. I want him to be okay. I want my stories to be good enough to remember. I want to tell her about mine and the ones we remember.
Ash looked down at her hands. It had been centuries since she devoted her mind, body, and soul to Blaze. She had done it for Mara- her best friend. She had done if for her two wonderful children. She thought Blaze would bring Mara back to life once she joined him. She thought the power she would get from joining him would let her be able to protect her children. She was wrong. He pulled her away from her friends and family and didn’t do shit to bring Mara back. He changed Ash in ways she could never have imagined. She felt numb. It had all started when she walked into that fire, taller than a house, and finally pledged herself to Blaze. That’s how she got the scares that painted her body. There were burn scares scaling up and down her hands, arms, torso, legs, neck, and face. She didn’t care, though. Not anymore. Anymore she didn’t seem to care about anything at all.
"What a random spot where absolutely nothing important happened,' you joked. I smiled as I looked around. The street had meant nothing to me just weeks before. Before you. The trees had just started to turn orange, yellow, and red, and there was a beautiful tree ahead of us. Just past it was the where the busses for our school waited every day until 3:30. I squeezed your hand tighter. ... "I'm so normal," I had joked after telling you about some of the very not normal things I had done. I wrote a book about you. A book I couldn't believed you loved.
"I don't want you to be normal," you had responded. Then, you pulled me into a hug. One of my favorite hugs ever (they're all from you). I wanted it to last forever, but I realized we had stopped in the middle of crossing a street, so I took a few steps forward and just held your hand tighter. ... "Nothing important," I responded, blushing and giggling a little. I leaned into you as we walked. Maybe it wasn't the easiest way to walk, but I liked being close to you. We walked slowly past the spot where it happened. You squeezed my hand, and I squeezed back. ... After walking a block and turning the corner, we had gotten there. Where it happened. I don't even remember what we were talking about. I don't remember what I said.
But you kissed me. You kissed me for the first time. There was hair in my face the first time we had kissed. Then we kissed again. Then I realized I should probably get my hair out of my face. Then I realized I should probably hug you back. I was so shocked by you kissing me, I forgot to hug you back. And then we kissed one more time. I had been surprised by how soft your lips felt. I wanted to kiss you again and again and again.
We had squeezed each other's hands tightly as we had walked under the tree and turned left to walk past the bus circle and towards the school. "God, I have to go to volleyball after this,' you had said. "How am I meant to focus after that?"
"I have to do homework," I had said in agreement. We made it to the bike rack and you unlocked your bike. We kissed one last time before I walked the opposite direction you were biking in. ... "I love you so much," I told him as we walked past the place where absolutely nothing important happened.
"I love you too," you responded before leaning over and kissing me. ... When I got home the day after we had I first kissed, I had taken a nap. A short nap just because I was tired. I had waken up maybe half an hour later. I sat up, checked my phone, and- and then I remembered you kissed me. I smiled and blushed and wanted to talk to you so bad, but you had to go to volleyball. And I had a lot of homework to do.
(This doesn’t follow the prompt)
I’ll tell you the secrets of the universe As long as you promise to listen I’ll tell you the stories of your ancestors Or of mine Or of those neither of us are related to Just as long as you promise to listen
The same stars you ask me about Have our names written together Just promise you’ll listen When I tell you the truth
I know you’ll listen You love to listen
