It was so quiet that night, yet so many words passed between them. They felt alone yet their thoughts themselves were interwoven.

The sun’s rays shone through the leaves of the willow tree they sat under. It’s light spilled through the cracks, refracting off the shards of their shattered souls.

A hammer that had struck a blow so hard they thought they could never be the same. The words that had told them it was wrong to love the way they loved.

But it was healing them: stitching the torn pieces of their hearts togther once more.

When I was younger, I had heard about the tooth fairy from my friends and was dying to loose my first tooth so that she would visit me. As you can imagine I was overjoyed when I found out that one of my teeth was loose. I waited and waited for it to fall out but it seemed to take forever (actually it was just a week or so). Then, one day I looked in the mirror and realized that it was gone. I hadn't noticed I had lost until that point and I found out the terribly sad truth that I had accidentally swallowed it. I cried for hours and my dad, desperately trying to console me (more like trying to get me to shut up) made up some far fetched story that kind of went like this: "When I was younger, I also swallowed my tooth and was very sad. But the tooth fairy can do anything, so she went down my throat and fetched the tooth from my stomach. I'm sure she'll be able to get your tooth too!" I actually believed him - that the tooth fairy could fit down someone's esophagus without choking them and survive the high levels of acidity of stomach acid. I think my dad didn't realize he was telling this to a six-year-old. I was terrified at that story and instead of being comforted I was even more upset at the thought. I think I was kind of relieved when I figured out that the tooth fairy wasn't real and that it was my parents the whole time. So that's my wild childhood belief. (Please see prompt.)

I lifted my red hoodie over my head to conceal myself as I shifted between the different worlds. It used to be white before they had stolen it and painted it red, smeared my reputation, and rubbed dirt into my name. I still don’t understand why they would frame me. Besides, what had I done but simply not followed their rules? I suppose those in power don’t want to hear new ideas or change the way things are done: that is always how they’ve acted anyway.

She gazed up as a plane flew by

In the night sky

And her mind wandered far

Past the city and her parked car

In the driveway of her house on the hill

As she looked out the window sill

Up to where the dreams

Float above the gleams

Of the city and its lights

Where children fly their kites.

Up in the plane, in the clowds high

One may hear her sigh

Longing to be

Down where she could see

Each petal of every flower

And taste the sweet and sour

Of rhubarb pie

And not have to think about goodbye.

Where they could just be in bliss

And hold eachother in their arms because they would miss

Every moment apart

And feel the aching of their hearts.

Yet hope still burnt like a fire

In their souls for their desire

To meet again.

She gazed up as a plane flew by

In the night sky

And her mind wandered far

Past the city and her parked car

In the driveway of her house on the hill

As she looked out the window sill

Up to where the dreams

Float above the gleams

Of the city and its lights

Where children fly their kites.

Up in the plane, in the clowds high

One may hear her sigh

Longing to be

Down where she could see

Each petal of every flower

And taste the sweet and sour

Of rhubarb pie

And not have to think about goodbye.

Where they could just be in bliss

And hold eachother in their arms because they would miss

Every moment apart

And feel the aching of their hearts.

Yet hope still burnt like a fire

In their souls for their desire

To meet again.

You let poison seep into your mind.

You try to convince me

To allow myself do the same.

There is no filter between

The words that flow from and into you.

You refuse to listen to my side,

My perspective.

You’ve occupied my head for far too long

Although I’ve tried and failed to push you out,

You refuse to leave:

There is a mark left from your hate,

Your intolerance

Where you once spoke to me

Where you once showed me

Who you really were.

Maybe I fanned the flames.

Maybe I wanted you to hate me.

Maybe I wanted to show you

How wrong and closed you were.

I realize, you were never my friend,

So I didn’t care.

Eitherway, your deliberate ignorance,

Your snarky comments,

Have weighed me down.

I lie awake at night,

My anger,

Threatening to take over;

And envy at your ability

To forget:

Your words that stabbed like knives

Before pretending they weren’t

Meant to hurt.

You think that you know best,

Well you are blind

To your obnoxiousness.

You tell me who I have to be,

What I have to believe,

And insult me if I don’t.

But now,

I

Am

Done.

The sun rose into the sky to a chorus of birds awakening the rest of the world. Nature thrived and it was beautiful and perfect in it’s own flawed way... until humans arrived and began to dominate. That day, a creature stirred in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and she licked her chops greedily, eager for the death that would come all too soon. Stalking her prey, she crept closer. Human-kind rushed around, panicked at her razor-sharp claws and dagger-like incisors and the thought of their destruction. They blamed eachother, denied her obvious existence, refused to listen to possible deffense tactics, and delayed their counteraction: however the monster did not care for their petty disagreements. Perhaps it was inevitable. Perhaps it was fate. Perhaps it was a blip in history that would never be remembered. Perhaps it was many things. But one thing is for sure: humans had awoken her and now all life would suffer. She enveloped the world, breathing toxic fumes into the air, smothering life and destroying the only planet as far as we know that can be called “home”. The candle of hope and life was extinguished and all that remained was a barren, hostile planet floating in the vast universe. There was no longer meaning in its existence and nothing more mattered.