the five senses of spring.
the smell of blooming flowers on a lively sunny day. or the distinct smell of worms and soil after heavy rain.
the sight of newly bloomed leaves swaying in the breeze. or perhaps the flourishing flowers surrounded by pollinating bees.
the sound of chirping birds, singing their harmonious tunes. or the sound of tapping raindrops throughout the lazy afternoon.
the touch of gentle breezes shyly nipping at the neck. or maybe even the touch of sun kissed suntans, soaked up on the boat deck.
the taste of freshly sweetened lemonade drank by the poolside. or even newly harvested fruit that can never once be denied.
phantasms.
happiness has always been a hard concept for me to understand...
a foregin feeling that i strived for but never obtained.
i grappled with it for years, tricking my mind into conjuring the illusion of success.
friendships, boys, and family; all fleeting moments of glee
disappearing with the snap of a finger and never truly restoring.
turns out, happiness can only be achieved in increments.
fleeting, split-seconds of giggles and grins and warmth...
vanishing ghosts, haunting moments of dark voids with colorful daydreams,
fabricating echos of ambitions and twinkling furtures.
ah yes, happiness...what an alluring fantasy it is.
innocent.
all my friends say they love their mommys
and that i should ask my daddies for one to
but when i asked papa for a mommy
he got upset
and told me that he and daddy love me
more than any mommy ever could
and i think they right
because my daddies are the best daddies ever
they give me lots of hugs and kisses
and never forget my bedtime story
daddy says mommys has cooties anyway
and cooties are nasty
so now when my friends say i need a mommy
i tell them they should trade their mommys
for two daddies instead
used to.
I remember the heartache I once had at the thought of you,
it was forbiding and tart and maybe even spiteful,
it latched onto our most carefree memories;
turning them a bit bitter in quite a haste...
and threw my heart into a turmoil of equal longing and distaste.
It remembered...
tiny notes,
purple necklaces,
awkward distances,
and movie theater kisses.
It latched onto...
three minute hugs,
half-hour cuddle sessions,
five hour phone calls,
and six year histories.
Yet as the whisper of your name creeps into my mind,
you are but a dull memory I’ve almost left behind.
A bittersweet thought of a once happy time...
Alas, I still miss you but it’s severly diminished
and now my heart can ultimately replenish.
this is me.
I go by Ellie on the interwebs and I’m 17 years old. I’ve been on this site on and off since 8th grade when my writing club advisor introduced me to it. I really enjoy writing; poems being the main form of literature that I’ve really gotten into recently. I’m not nearly as good as I’d like to be but I’m definitely working on it. I’m also a criminal justice junky, serial killers being my main interest. And I absloulty adore reptiles, anything from skinks to geckos to snakes, I’m very intersted in studying all things scales. I love all forms of music, however, I live for Panic! At The Disco and Troye Sivan. I’m also a Netflix addict: Criminal Minds and Sherlock being my favorites but I have recently gotten into The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. I hate avocados with a passion but seafood makes my tastebuds sing (minus oysters, those make my tastebuds wanna hurl). And I hope that’s enough pointless trivia about little not so old me!
Misha Collins?
“Kiwi put the poor pigeon down!” Baby Squirt yelled at his crazy bestfriend who was adamant on getting himself a new pet pigeon.
“Buuuut Squirt! LOOK HOW ADORABLE HE IS!” Kiwi shouted as he held up the fat pigeon he had somehow managed to catch, giving it a little shake every time it got closer to one of the boy’s faces. Styxx facepalmed as Squirt took deep breaths to calm himself down before he strangled the boy covered in rainbows.
“Shut up and put it down before you catch some sort of disease,” Squirt said. Kiwi shook his head no as he danced around the pair, pigeon still in hand, singing “What does the pigeon say?” and making weird squawking noises after each verse. Styxx slowly backed away from him, hoping no one would realize he was somehow the best friend of the crazy boy in the vibrant, rainbow, feathered headdress and clown shoes dancing in circles with his new pigeon. Squirt soon followed, knowing Kiwi wasn’t going to stop his clownish antics anytime soon.
Five minutes later a loud,”RUDE!” caused Styxx and Baby Squirt to look up from their phones only to find a pouting Kiwi with blood trickling down his middle finger. Squirt’s eyes widened as Styxx rolled his eyes and went back to playing Angry Birds. “Oh you bloody idiot!” Squirt shouted as he pulled Kiwi close to him and closely examined the wound. “What happened?” he asked even though he had a pretty good idea of what had occurred.
“Well you see, Timmy wanted to be free so Timmy bit me then flew into the wind!” Kiwi answered in excitement. Squirt shook his head, all he wanted was to go on a peaceful walk with his two best friends. But of course he should've known it wasn’t going to be that easy. He was going to have a heart attack before he was even twenty at this rate. He was happy Styxx never got himself into the type of trouble Kiwi did. The black eyed boy only ever ate and slept when he wasn’t with Kiwi or Squirt and even then he was usually eating roasted crickets as a snack. “I now bare the mark of a pigeon mother!” Kiwi added as he held up his still bleeding finger, unintentionally flipping his friends off.
“Alright let’s go home that’s enough of the outdoors for today,” Squirt muttered as he intertwined his hand with Kiwi’s and pulled him in the direction of their neighborhood, Styxx blindly followed as he managed to finally beat the round he had been stuck on for the better part of the day.
They’d managed to make it a few blocks before Kiwi shouted,”LOOK!” and pointed at a house across the street. It was rundown and abandoned. The bricks were faded, the windows were smashed, and moss had somehow managed to grow all over the building making it look creepily beautiful.
“Kiwi no,” Baby Squirt warned, already aware of what his best friend wanted. He would go from blonde to grey if the idiot kept that up. Kiwi ignored his shorter friend and ran across the road, arms flailing wildly above him. Squirt facepalmed as he turned to Styxx, “Remind me again why I love that boy?” Styxx only shrugged, just as confused on the topic as Squirt was. They were, after all, polar opposites. “You know we have to follow him right?” Squirt told the messy haired boy. Styxx groaned in response before stomping after Kiwi, Squirt following at a bit of a slower pace.
They followed Kiwi onto the porch where he was attempting to see what was inside through one of the broken windows, but it was too dusty to see anything. “We must go inside!” Kiwi concluded as he snapped his rainbow suspenders against his shoulder.
“No,” was Squirt’s only response as he grabbed his friend by the shoulder and attempted to turn him around, but Kiwi was much taller and stronger than he was. He thought about asking Styxx for help but he was shorter than even Squirt and probably wouldn’t be willing to part from his beloved game anyway. “Ugh,” Squirt groaned as he put his head on Kiwi’s shoulder, already knowing that he was gonna have to follow the lunatic into the creepy house. Kiwi cherrily clapped his hands once he realized he had won.
“Let’s go!” he cheered as he pulled Squirt behind him, already knowing that Styxx would follow. The door opened easily, slowly squeaking open as the three boys creeped in. Kiwi and Squirt jumped when the door slammed behind them, Styxx didn’t even look up. The house was pitch black but the light coming from Styxx’s gaming was enough to light a small circle around the boys. They could see the worn wood beneath their feet but everything else around them was nothing but endless darkness. “This place is creepy...I LOVE IT!” Kiwi shouted as he attempted to run further into the house. However, Squirt was so scared he managed to hold Kiwi back.
“If we are going to be in this stupid house we are sticking together. No one wanders. I mean it!” Squirt said in a voice Kiwi knew better than to argue with. He quickly nodded and the boys continued walking further and further into the house, the floorboards creaking beneath their feet. The breathing of the three boys and the occasional groan from Styxx every time he lost a round were the only noises in the house. Even Kiwi managed to keep quiet.
Of course that was short lived because seconds later he was shouting “MOUSY!” and running after the small creature. Squirt facepalmed for the second time that day. He could’ve really used a nice warm bath at that point. Styxx of course didn’t even realize Kiwi had gone anywhere until he was being pulled into another room by Squirt in hopes of finding their friend before he hurt himself. They finally managed to find him trying to crawl into the cupboard under the sink.
“Kiwi! You don’t know how dirty it is down there! Get out of there!” Squirt yelled as he grabbed Kiwi’s feet and pulled him out from under the sink. Kiwi crossed his arms and pouted at the loss of the adorable mousy he had wanted. Squirt just thumped him on the forehead and began walking towards the front door with Kiwi by his side and Styxx following closely behind.
“We can’t leave yet Squirt!” Kiwi said as he pulled at Squirts brown cardigan in an attempt to loosen his grip, which was surprisingly harder than it should've been.
“Yes we can and we are,” Squirt replied.
“But Sq-” Kiwi was cut off by a blood curdling scream. All three boys jumped in surprise.
“What was that?” Squirt squeaked in fear. He reached his hand behind him to make sure Styxx was still close to him. His shoulders relaxed just a bit when he felt the soft material of Styxx’s oversized blue sweater. He felt Kiwi tighten his grip on his hand causing him to do the same. “We need to leave. Like now,” he said as he slowly continued to make his way to the front entrance only to stop mid- step as another scream was heard. “Right. Okay. Kiwi what do we do?”
“Scream back and hope that scares it away?” he suggested. Styxx facepalmed yet again as Baby Squirt narrowed his eyes.
“You’ve got to be kidding me right?!” Squirt asked incredulously. Kiwi shook his head, a gleam of pride in his eyes as he grinned toothily. Squirt sighed as he shrugged,”Well okay then. On the count of three we all scream as loudly as we possibly can. Got it?” Both boys nodded as they waited for the count down. “One…two…”
“THREE!” Kiwi screeched as all three began to holler and screech like drunk banshees. Styxx was the first to stop after five minutes of yelling his face off with Squirt stopping soon after. He punched Kiwi in the stomach to cease his yells as well.
“I don’t hear anything,” Baby Squirt said as he listened closely to the silence.
“Me neither,” Kiwi replied. Squirt grabbed the other two boys and slowly began to walk toward the front door once again. They were only a few steps from the door when someone tapped Styxx on the shoulder. He turned around, thinking Kiwi was being his idiotic self only for his phone to illuminate an unknown face.
“Boo!” the strange face said quietly. Styxx screeched bloody murder as he ran out of the house. The other two followed close behind, screaming just as loud, all three flailing their arms wildly as they ran down the street.
Suddenly, Styxx froze mid run causing the other two to bump into his back, “Was that Misha Collins?!” he asked in confusion.
****Meanwhile back at the “Haunted House”***
“That was just rude Misha,” Jensen said as he shook his head.
“Yes but it was hilarious! Did you see the look on their faces?! That was gold!” he cackled as Jared continued to laugh his butt off beside him.
“Alright everyone back to work!” the director screamed as he bit into his donut and everyone scrambled to get back into their previous positions.
#RandomStory #MedicoreWriting #WhatEvenIsThisStory #Whoops