The rain poured down on us, but it didn’t matter. “Hurry up!” I shouted. “We’re going to get wetter the slower you are!” I looked back and saw him walking two steps and then breaking into a soggy jog. I doubled over unable to contain my laughter. “Man, all I wanted was ice cream, but I’m just getting wet and cold!” he shouted through the pouring rain. I continued laughing, but I got a well deserved punch. “Hey! That was uncalled for!” I said, unable to contain my smile. He rolled his eyes and said, “You mocked me! You made me look like a fool!” I took his hand and started walking toward the ice cream parlor. “It’s not my fault that you’re slow.” He pulled me as he walked a little faster and said, “It’s not my fault that you forgot the umbrella!” By the time we made it to the ice cream parlor, we were dripping wet from head to toe and shivering, but it didn’t matter. We held onto each other and ordered ice cream, sitting in a booth across from each other and shared the ice cream we trekked through the rain just to get. He took my hands and started rubbing them and said, “This was unexpectedly worth it.” I smiled back at him and whispered only so he could hear, “You’re worth the rain and the storm. You’re worth it to me.”
When I was walking home from meeting up with my friend yesterday, I passed this man. Even though our total interaction on the world was less than 1 second, something about him intrigued me. There was something about his gait and how his leather boots clopped into the cobblestone streets — a perfect match. Or maybe it was how he smelled and how it lingered around me, enticing me, but he was already down the street. Based on how he smelled and how he dressed, I think he was on a date. What if it was a foreign exchange of secrecy? I could picture him meeting up with a vixen with a tight black dress and bright red lipstick. She would lean in and try to entice him, but he stays still and asks for the secrets. Or maybe he was the type of guy who may appear sophisticated on the outside with tailored suits and designer shoes, but he would be that guy who leaves enthusiastic comments in random YouTube videos. He doesn’t really seem like the type to spend hours watching cat videos, then again, no one ever looks like it. I turned back after our brief exchange and witnessed him pulling out his phone, check his messages before slipping it back into his pockets.
I was on my way to meet this girl I matched with on Tinder, but I passed this girl on the way there. The gleam in her eye indicated that a lot more shit went down in her life than she would’ve liked, but based on how she dressed, smelled and looked, she handled it like a boss. I smiled to myself as we passed each other before a crazy idea popped into my head. I pulled out my phone and quickly messaged the girl from Tinder saying that I suddenly fell ill, turned around and said, “Hey, you! This is probably going to sound weird, but I think you’re beautiful and do you want to grab a drink or something?”
Written: 5/27/17 8:03pm
Note: I couldn’t decide whether or not I should schedule this for a Quick Piece or post it as an Unconfined Thoughts because this had never happened to me. I was just really excited to share this piece with you all. I would definitely consider this piece as flash fiction though. I’ll give you a couple words as analysis to compromise: spontaneous and impulsive, but potentially life changing decision of open minded individuals. Inspired by: my long marathons of watching YouTube videos and wondering what kind of person would write each comment. Hope you enjoyed! 🙂
Your fingers trace my face’s features from the stray strands of hair to my chin, sending chills racing up and down my body. I gaze into your eyes, a warm brown color and I find my heartbeat racing to meet yours, so I take a deep breath and my heart skips a beat. You whisper something mundane to relieve my butterflies, something irrelevant before my lips meet yours in an inaudible vow. We dance around making promises that are true for the moment, no matter how long they last. We pull each other closer, no pushing because that’s rude. Without warning, my heart aligns with yours but I allow it. It’s okay. It’s necessary. And when we’re forced to separate from bliss (oftentimes I worry about plunging too deep into the sea of bliss because we aren’t trained to swim in this mess), we illuminate like lighthouses, proclaimers of a saving point. An overwhelming feeling of sadness floods my body, replacing the hormones that were supposed to help me stay afloat and you whisper, “how was it?” and all I could manage was to direct my gaze to the only light source in the room, a dim glow. I finally respond with a smile, sigh and seek the warmth that I desperately lacked again. He draws close to me and I anticipate it, hoping that this will cure my sudden sadness, the explosion of future worry threatening to drown me. Our promises never collide, but they compliment each other. Our grip tightens on each other like a curse to the looming future and we can soon claim to love and move on from the phase, like. It’s okay. It’s necessary. In this short period of time, there are no glimpses of the future even if it frantically tries to signal us. Instead, we hold each other’s hands tightly and avoid the haunted notions.
Written: 2/28/17 1:40pm
PS. I submitted this piece to a literary magazine – wish me luck!
On the account of love, we try and watch as many videos as we can to get a hold of love, to try and understand the complex emotion. They tell us that dopamine is in charge of it all and if a guy texts you first, that is love. I find myself looking at my phone to test this out but the results vary. I pick up romance novels and weigh them in my hand, joining in adventures about princesses and warriors fighting for their lovers. I look at myself, holding up my weak legs and flimsy arms and wonder if I am a hero to someone. I talk to strangers on the street, my best friends and my mother but they all give me the sly smile and whisper, “You’ll just know. Be patient. I know you’ll find that someone.” I nod and smile while fiddling my fingers. I tell myself to be patient, but I can’t help but gaze upon everyone and wonder if my fingers will slip in between theirs. I click through Thought Catalog articles in hope that someone out there sympathizes with me and somehow I find a secret manual on what to do next. Unfortunately, that’s never the case. I even attended the last psychology lecture that ends at 8pm about love. What I got was 15 extra credit points, an attempt to conceptualize it (scientists don’t even know how to) and I check my messages and breeze through my memories in attempt to nail the peg into the hole. On the account of love, I can say for sure that we desperately need it.
Written: 12/7/16 7:15pm (in psych class – we are most certainly talking about love 😛 )
Part 1: Carpus
“Don’t you want to be happy, Shila? Don’t you think you need something else in your life?” my sister shouted at me. Her eyes filled with tears and slowly started approaching me. “Yes, but you’re better at this than me, Jenni! You’re great! Please don’t be upset!” Her skin started fading to grey and she extended her arms to me. “I just have to go to do something. Actually, I’m fulfilling my Carpus fate! Please, where are you going, Jenni!” I frantically tried to get a hold of her, but the last words she said was, “Don’t fail the family, Shila.”
I woke up with a start, heart pounding and drenched in sweat. I started doing a bunch of checks to keep myself from overthinking. My name is Shila and I left home three years ago to fulfill my Carpus fate. I’m living in Washington right now and I’m getting pretty close. I looked around my apartment and saw empty cartons everywhere. There were water bottles, take out boxes and papers strewn everywhere. I muttered, “My mom would kill me if she saw my room like this.” The last time I talked to my mom was a week ago and our conversation was extremely stiff. She just asked where I was and I gave her one worded responses. There were sometimes several seconds where our faces would silently be pressed against our phones with only an exchange of our breaths. My mom would finish the conversation off with a quick “I love you.” and before I had a chance to say so, the line was cut. I got dressed and had a quick bite of breakfast before heading to class.
When I first left home, I was set on proving to everyone that I didn’t need the fate to prove my worth but the more I ventured off, the more stories I heard of failed attempts to ditch the fate. I’ve heard about people’s hands suddenly falling off. I’ve heard about people’s wrists becoming engulfed in flames and being burned alive. I’ve even heard about people disappearing and never seen again. I immediately enrolled in a school after being on the road for a couple months. There was someone in my class named Maryrose, but I never got close enough to see her wrist. I just had a reverberating thought that this was simply too easy. By the end of the year, I still hadn’t talked to my sister, made a group of friends and wasn’t able to get close enough to Maryrose. She must’ve realized that I was in her class, but it was a big lecture class after all.
The following year, I was in a different class and it had less people. There weren’t that many people that we could introduce ourselves. I sat in the front of the class and I noticed that someone jumped when they heard my name. I looked back and saw a guy who couldn’t have been older than me. He made eye contact with me before glancing at his wrist. It wasn’t until he introduced himself with his eyes locked on mine did I realize that there was a match. As I walked back to my apartment, thoughts ran in my mind. My first instinct was to call my parents and tell them I potentially found my soul mate and enemy at the school I was attending. I just had to find out who was which, but the thing is that they would want us to meet and I wasn’t prepared to speak to my sister yet.
One day after class, I was going to grab some lunch before I ran into Maryrose again, drawing me close enough to see her tan wrist. I clearly bore Shila on her wrist and before I could say anything, she bolted from the restaurant, with my forgotten lunch left behind and my mission quickly drawing to an end. Eventually, I caught up with her in an alley. Her hands were on her knees, her chest was heaving and her glare was unforgettable. They bore through me and before I could say anything, she shouted, “I know who you are! Get away from me! I don’t want anything to do with you or the Carpus mission!” I slowly approached her and said, “Look, I don’t know if you’re my enemy or my soul mate. I also hate the fact that we have to do this, but let’s get this over with. If you’re my enemy then I’ll leave you alone. If you’re my soul mate, then let’s work this out.” I wasn’t sure if my words made any impact, but I kept approaching her. “Don’t come any closer!” she shouted, from her back pocket, she pulled out a knife. I thought to myself, if she wanted to have a fight, then I’ll give her one. I lunged at her and narrowly dodged her knife. I managed to land a couple hits on her, causing her to pause and smirk at me. “Come at me, bitch.” she muttered as she slices my arm. I scream in pain and leaped on her and we wrestled around in the dark and dirty alley. I managed to wrestle and kick the knife away and I sat on her stomach and before I could pummel her face with my punches, I heard a distinct shout. I looked over my shoulder and saw Lucius holding a woman’s hand. We stopped fighting and sat up. “Maryrose, I know I avoided you last year because I was also in the process of fulfilling my Carpus fate. I met Keara and I immediately knew that she was my soul mate. When I saw you, I knew you were my enemy and I was afraid.” Lucius slowly said. His words only started to register with me when I sensed Maryrose standing up next to me. She extended her hand to me and without a word, she pulled me in for a hug. Instead of feeling hatred for her, a new feeling erupted within me as I made eye contact with Lucius who smiled to me and then smiled to Keara. “How come you aren’t fighting me?” I stammered to Lucius. Maryrose nodded in agreement and added, “I always thought you have to somehow defeat your enemy. When I saw Shila, I just got the feeling to defeat her. Maybe the paranoia was getting to me.” Her sorrow filled look erased the hard feelings I had for her. Lucius laughed and said, “As long as you recognize the relations of the names, then the fate will be settled.” And from then on, I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders.
A month later, Maryrose and I share an apartment and each day with her is a new adventure. Sometimes Lucius and Keara would visit us and we would happily catch up. After that night, I glanced at my wrists and to my surprise and dismay; I found the names completely faded from my wrists. Since then, I had tearfully reconciled with my sister with a five hour phone call and we’ve visited each other many times afterwards. And from then on, I knew that everything was settled again.
Oops, I’m late again! A lot of things have been happening, mostly class so I’m usually pretty tired. First of all, I would like to welcome all of the new and recent followers to my blog! I hope you enjoy!
This piece felt unorganized to me, maybe because it was so long and in my opinion, I think it was really sappy. Basically, this piece is about a couple who drives away from home to find a town to elope. They end up finding this little town called Zearling (a name I made up) and an old couple who help them out. The old couple actually owned a stationary store and upon meeting Reid and Briella, they knew that they should help them out one of the reasons being already having their names on a wedding invitation.
This is a really straight forward story and I wanted to try my hand on writing a “happy-go-lucky” story. I wanted to write a story that really demonstrated (what I thought) true love was even if it meant eloping. Some of you may have different opinions about eloping and marriage when it comes to relationships, so this is just a little story about Reid and Briella. As for their names, I wanted them to be unique so I spent a little extra time searching. Their meanings don’t really carry much with regards to the story, but they are uncommon names to suggest that what they’re doing is uncommon. I also found that when I’m writing a “perfect” story, it takes me longer to set up because I don’t start the first couple of sentence with the disaster. I had to make the couple really love each other as well as the old couple. Things may have appeared to be too perfect.
I chose the title, Bacon and Eggs because in the part when Reid and Briella first meet the couple at the diner, they talk about how Briella ordered eggs and toast while Reid ordered bacon and pancakes while Briella remarks that they are so fit for each other like bacon and eggs. They complement each other and they’re similar. To be honest, I already had the title, Bacon and Eggs, in my head so I worked the plot gently around my title.
Anyways, I hope you liked my different take on romance!
“You must be really tired.” my boyfriend noted as he looked up from his phone. I shook my head and continued driving. The streetlights looked like will-o-wisps, guiding me to my fate; I wonder if it’s the right one. My eyes carried the weight of hours of tears and a long day; I’m not sure how long I can continue. “Reid, I can’t do this anymore. You want to have a turn?” I muttered, my gaze no longer focused on the road. The lights drew me in, their warm glow appearing to be coming closer. When I pulled over and I got out of the car to switch, I could barely walk straight. Reid rubbed my shoulders and kissed my cheek before settling into the driver’s seat. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was him whispering, “We’re going to make it now, not long until we’re there.”
I woke up to the car pulled over in a rest stop. Reid was passed out in the back and his jacket was carefully draped over me. As soon as I turned around, his eyes fluttered open. “Hey, you’re awake. Sorry, I couldn’t drive for any longer. Those lights were so hypnotizing.” he muttered as he sat up. I smiled at him and sighed. “Well, as long as I’m with you, everything will be okay.” He stretched and yawned, his stomach peeking through his sweatshirt and I smiled wider. “You want to drive or you want me to drive?” I suggested as he appeared by the window. He shrugged and slid into the driver’s seat. “Breakfast and then marriage. How about that?” he said with a wide grin on his face, all traces of sleepiness gone. I gave him a kiss and we drove off into the sunrise in search of breakfast.
We just happened to find a small family diner in a little village where we could find breakfast and get marriage. “It would be perfect if we could get married and eat breakfast at the same time.” Reid said. I shrugged and continued watching the sun’s rays touch the little town houses, “Now, we don’t live in a perfect world.” At the diner, I ordered eggs with toast and Reid ordered bacon and eggs. With his mouth full, he remarked “Hey! We’re just like bacon and eggs – we’re so fit for each other.” I scooted myself into his side and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Even in an imperfect world, you’re so perfect for me.” I said.
After breakfast, we went to look for a courthouse. At the diner, we met an older couple who remarked on how our relationship reminded them of us. Their little kisses for each other made us hope that we would end up like them one day. We told them what we were doing and they kindly reminded us that we needed witnesses. In return, we asked if they would be so willing to be our witnesses. And the four of us set off to look for the courthouse. The older lady’s name was Hanah and she insisted that we find some flowers and a little veil that I could put on so I felt more special while Reid and Ian went to search for a tuxedo and a chapel. She was a nice lady and she reminded me of my grandmother. After an hour and a half of searching, I found a veil and some lilies and Reid found a quaint little chapel on the outskirts of the village.
The ceremony only took about an hour and by the time it was all finished, Hanah and Ian applauded for us while the officiant smiled on. We called our parents after two days of not contacting them and happily told them that we were married in Zearling. Their relieved congratulations with a hint of sadness and regret continued to haunt me to this day, but I knew that it was for the better. After the ceremony, we had lunch with Hanah and Ian, explaining to them how we met and why we decided that this was the better way. Before we left to go back home, Hanah and Ian decided to surprise us with wedding invitations. “Oh you shouldn’t have!” I remarked as I saw the beautiful lettering. “Yeah, these are beautiful! When did you even have these made? We were with you for this entire day!” Reid exclaimed, his eyes scanning the delicate paper in front of him. Ian smiled to his wife before saying, “We own a stationary store in the village and this was actually the sample invitation. When we found out that you guys were named Briella and Reid, we were delighted.” Hanah laughed and continued, “We just couldn’t believe that two people decided to elope in our town! It was like you guys knew and decided to stop by here!” We were completely speechless, our gaze shifting quickly from Hanah and Ian to the beautiful wedding invitation we never had. Reid finally said, “Well, then we definitely know that it was meant to be!”