Tell me a happy story Please

One to get away from it all

Tell me something magical beautiful

Something far away from here

Tell me something real Honest

Something almost to good to be true

Tell me a happy story please A prince and a princess A beginning and and ending
A happily ever after

The clouds are grey here Dark Brooding Sad

There’s still anger, resentment, frustration, fury, desperation, hunger, sadness, pity,

love

Here

And it’s all too much

So tell me a happy story please As I fade into the sky

A happy story Please

And when i’m gone

Maybe

In that way

It’s a happy ending for both of us

Rushing waves crashed at Ammer's feet, spraying drops of water upon his face. The ocean breeze swept through his clothing. Cree and Mae stood solemnly beside him. Ammer gazed across the sea. He was on his own. No Whitlock. No Mother. No one to save him besides his brother and friend. But what could three children do against a dark lord? "Does this adventure feel meaningless to anyone else?" Cree whispered. The howling wind nearly drowned his words. "How can you say that?" Ammer turned his body away from the ocean, but kept his feet in place. "We lost Mother to gain Father. It doesn't seem worth it. Back home, in Epoh, at least Father was alive. He wasn't with us, but he was still alive."
"But," Mae spoke up. "Your father was alive when everyone thought he was dead. Who's to say it's not the same for your mother?" "We saw her die. She was run through by a spear. No one could survive that." Ammer shuddered at the words his brother spoke. _She was run through by a spear. _Those nightmares he had about his father being slayed by a Rogue - those nightmares were real. Only, Ammer had never expected them to happen to his mother. "I guess what they say about happy endings isn't true." Ammer sighed. "In a way, this is a happy ending for us," Mae rested a hand on Ammer's shoulder. "The three of us are still alive to find your father, and we will find him. And then we'll find your mother."

It’s like a panther Watching its prey.   Innocence Left exposed to the elements.   No alter objective Other than to live.   Oblivious to the ravager Hidden in the shadows of love Only to fall victim To abandoning lust.   The panther strikes Picks the bones clean of all it wants And leaves the rest to rot.

“Kids! Get down here for breakfast! I’ve called you five times already!” Aji shouted up to them.

Footsteps rushing downstairs came to Aji’s ears, and a few seconds later, Willow, Asha, Cal and Jax appeared. The four lined up in a line. Cal(4) at the end, Asha(8), next to him, then Willow(14), after her, and last, Jax(15).

Aji smiled at them all. “Very good. Now pick your plates and pancakes.”

Immediately, all four rushed around the kitchen and grabbed everything they needed silently.

“You all can talk you know?” Aji stated.

Asha spoke up. “Willow made us do it until you said something. She’s still trying to train herself for the military.”

“And that’s okay to do!” Willow shot back at her sister angrily.

“Kids, now, now. Willow, you don’t have to drag your siblings into this, okay? And Asha there’s no need to condescend Willow’s passion.” Aji said.

Willow just grumbled a yes. Asha walked away to eat her pancakes. The boys joined her. Willow grabbed her plate and joined them after.

“Hey, where are my kiddos?” Ken shouted after he opened the door.

Immediately, all four of them abandoned their pancakes and ran to him.

Aji sighed. “Ken, I just got them to eat their breakfast.”

He got past the kids and went up to her. He kissed her like they always do, twirling their tongues around each other. Then they pulled away.

“Ewwwwww!” The kids went back to their breakfasts.

“Now it’s time for me to go, kids.” Aji stated. “You better behave yourselves for your father today.”

Ken smiled. “Don’t worry, Aji. I’ll be here to take care of them.”

Aji laughed and headed out the door. She got into the car and turned the keys, then pulled out onto the street and away from the house down the street.

Minutes later, she arrived at her work and found a parking spot. She pulled her phone from her pocket and stared at it.

‘Ken, with us having kids now, this is a happy ending for both of us.’

‘That couldn’t be more true. And you know I’ll always be here for you?’

‘I know you will.’ Aji sent

‘I have a secret to tell you.’

‘What is it?’

‘I love you.’

‘I know that, silly.’

‘I’m glad you do.’

‘Why’s that?’

I remember the smell of the cookies as they baked in the oven, not knowing where this would all land me years down the road.

Who would’ve thought this is where it would be.

Messy, at times, but a safety net. Chaotic, and yet strikingly beautiful at first glance.

I only ever saw the beauty in the chaos. I only ever wished for solace for you in all of your madness.

The definition of insanity as described once: “repeating the same action over and over again, and expecting the same result.”

You, were my definition of insanity, but only in the greatest ways.

I always struggle never knowing whether I am too much, or not enough. Not when my presence met yours. I never have to wonder if I am too much, or if I’m not doing enough.

No second guessing.

even in beautiful chaos, even in moments of insanity, even in the moments where solace gripped your hand and tried to carry you, I could still see the rumples in your hard exterior. I still saw those moments of humanity, when you screamed into the void, and wanted anyone to hear you. I hear your screams.

I wanted you to see my ears, that they were willing to endure the screams. I wanted you to feel the warmth as I tightly wrapped your pain in any bit of joy I could find for you, like someone handed me a map with all the wrong directions.

You, were my definition of insanity, but only in the greatest ways.

In a way, this was the happy ending for both of us.

The music blared over the speakers. Laughing, talking and dancing. I sat at a table, a cup of punch in my hand. Emily swirled past me, her hands in Mason’s. I thought she would have realized I’d come, and that I’d come because she asked me to. But I guess that was before Mason moved in to town. Almost wish he hadn’t. I take a long drink, draining the whole cup. I set it down on the table, leaning back in my chair. “You wanna dance?” No, because your not- Emily was standing behind me, a smile on her perfect face. I stood up, realizing that Emily wasn’t even talking to me. “Great!” Emily shrieked, she grabbed the hand of her best friend. Pulling her to the dance floor. Collapse into my chair. Right now I could be at home, with Mom. She didn’t need me anymore, what with Aria being home but I still felt like I was what was best for her. I tip my chair back balancing it on the back legs. I hold onto the table cloth balancing myself. Once I’m confident with my position I let go. I use my legs to keep the chair from crashing to the ground, it’s hard but not harder than watching Emily dance with that guy. “Hey.” I lose my balance grabbing the table and falling forward. The chair lands with a loud bang. I look up, Mason,s red hair is combed back and his brown eyes are smiling. “Hey,” I say, sounding cold. Mason takes a seat across from me, resting his arms in front of him. “Need something?” I ask. Mason looks around leaning closer to me, “I need to talk to you. . . About Emily.” Breaking up? That’s too bad, at least you gave it a go. “I think I’m in love with her.” If my chair was still tipped back then that would have been me falling, hopefully to my death. Or at least knocking me out. I clear my throat, “love?” Mason nods a smile tugging at the sides of his mouth, “I want to get her something. Her birthday is next week and-“ “I know,” I say cutting him off. Like I wouldn’t know her birthday, she’s my friend. You’ve known her for five seconds, I’ve know her for my whole life. Mason nods again, “So I was wondering if you could tell me something she likes. You know like a necklace or bracelet?” Okay, I don’t think love is what you feel for Emily. Otherwise you’d know she hates both of those things. I feel a smile pull at my mouth. “A necklace, the most expensive one there.” Mason stands up clapping me on the shoulder as he passes me. “You know,” I cal after him, her turns around. “In away this is a happy ending for both of us.” His eyes shine with confusion, but then he smiles, “Glad you think so.” I hold back my laughter. I felt a little guilt doing that but maybe it’s for the best. If he truly loved her he’d have know what she wanted, what she hated and liked. I’m doing him a favor.

In a way, this was a happy ending for both of us him getting married to his beautiful boyfriend and me dead on the floor. I always had a crush on him since year eight we had met in year seven everyone said we looked alike. When he was sixteen he got a boyfriend. I had to win him what ever it takes. I befriended him we became best friends. I remember the night in the cinema he was scared grabbed my arm during a certain sleeve. When I got home I took it off and hung it on my wall. Eventually he and his boyfriend had gotten engaged and he asked me to be the best man. I accepted the role graciously. While doing my duties I slowly tried to pry them apart pointing out there differences. I think his boyfriend started to notice. That’s when his boyfriend stabbed me and told me he would never date me. The happy ending the delusion of the chance of me and him

Dear Dad,

I hope you’re happy. I hope you found what you were looking for. Whatever it was that made you walk out the door. Must’ve been damn important, I’m sure.

I wonder what it would’ve been like, to learn from you - or rather learn from what you should’ve been. All those things a father should teach his boy. To throw a football, to stand up for himself and others. To shave - when the boy was of age.

The things a father should teach a man - to love, to provide, to be honest - to have integrity. A father should teach a young man to be a father - not be empty - nor perpetuate misery.

Of course, I learned all this and more. Just not from you. Though, I’ll admit, you likely wouldn’t have had the capacity to teach me most of this. I’m sure you can throw a football, however.

I remember how you ‘taught’ me to swim. You threw your son into the deep end. And fucking swim I did. I suppose I should thank you for that lesson. Cause I’ve felt like I was drowning since - but I never fail to find the surface. As with your absence, that taught me to endure. I’m not sure what a 5 year old boy was supposed to do with such thick fucking skin. I buried it in my heart, I think. Later it would blossom into sin.

You know, I had to bear your mistakes as a boy. As a man I bear yours and mine as well. Funny to carry such hell - and still not run from it. Like you did. I’m carrying more than you ever did. Or ever could. And I’m standing strong. I’ll never walk out on those who I provide for. I’ll never turn my back on those who rely on me. I’ll lead my family. I’ll love my family. Oh, how I have outgrown you! I’ve grown ever stronger from carrying you.

I’ll raise my son. I’ll see to it to equip him. I’ll make sure that he becomes twice the man I am. I’ll teach him love. To love. And that he is loved. The world will teach him pain - and he will learn to be tough without my instruction.

When we were taken from mom, where were you? When we needed a father, we got the system. And the system chewed us up and spit us out. All the while, you were nowhere to be found.

I’m writing you this to show you what I’ve become. I’ve become something so far beyond you - I doubt you’d understand. Grandpa probably never taught you to raise a man. That shit ends here. Your ghost hangs on my shoulders - yet I will always stand. Don’t feel proud. I did this without you. And I’m glad for it. When hell comes for me I fucking charge at it.

I want you to know that I only love you because He told me to. There’s nothing more in me that would make me care for you. Not with all the pain that you put us through. I’m glad my son hasn’t met you. He doesn’t deserve to be abandoned too.

I’m counting down the days to hear the news - that you’re dead from drug abuse. I won’t weep for what I would lose. I’ll mourn for what I never had - but wanted from you. That’s the truth.

If you get this and you feel like you can’t breathe - just know it’s cause I threw you in the deep end… just like you did to me. Sink or swim, dad. Wake the fuck up. Man up. I did. I’ll be 30 soon. You still haven’t figured this shit out and you’re, what, like 62?

You do you, man. Live it up. That’s what you always wanted - that’s what you showed to us. In a way, this is a happy ending for the both of us.

We deserved better. You should have been better. You should get better.

I hope you get this letter.

Happy ‘Father’s’ Day, Fred

Signed, The son you left for dead.

In the end twas what we had, In the beginning it was what we needed.

the middle there was us,

In the end twas what would happen, In the beginning it was what we wanted.

the middle there was everyone else

In the after there was an angry silence, In this silence there was time.

The middle there was him.

In a way, this is a happy ending for the both of us.

Don’t say my name Trace my curves Don’t say me When I can hear on your lips Her

Don’t wish me Goodnight Kiss me good morn’ Don’t look in my eyes Without her Forlorn

Hold me close Rest your head Heart to heart My mind distressed

Close your eyes Feel my skin Don’t tell me where I end And she begins

Break my heart While she holds plenty Tell me what am I If she’s everything lovely

Safe and secure Dump my body In heartache liquor Where she can see

Save your soul Save her trust In a way This is a happy ending For both of us

Lies drip easily From between those lips She won’t know Yet we’ll remember this

How I mourn your loss She weeps your return Not in my name All for her