Letters-of-Love

   My afternoon was at least broken up a little more when Sara finally sent me a text message with the times for tonight. She told me they were going to order takeaway around six and to get there at a similar time, so that I could put my order in too.   I didn't finish work till five. On any normal day, that would have been plenty of time to swing back home first to get changed and then walk to Sara's, but not today. Not when I didn't have my keys. My parents' house wasn't a huge distance from Sara's, but still too far to start trekking back and forth.   I was sure that Sara would let me temporarily borrow some clothes though. I didn't wa

   "But how will we handle the different time zones and being jet lagged all the time from all the flights?"   "We'll make it work, Clementina," Crispin declared dramatically. "We'll make it work!"   "Oh, Walter..."   Crispin had a habit of inventing the most ridiculous names during skits, particularly girl's names. So Cobie always tried to battle it with the worst, typical old man names she could think of. Sometimes the names alone deserved their own skits. Between the two of them, they'd certainly created a number of... memorable characters, to say the least.   Maybe that was why they were so often paired together during the shows.

   It was hard work being a guardian. You spent eternity working to make children happy and keep them believing in you. Because if they didn’t believe, then you began to lose your power. You couldn’t do anything. It was the people around the world – children, most especially – who made guardians who they were. Which was why the guardians had to work so hard to protect them and keep them happy. Keep them believing.   And that was exactly why Catty Fawkes was glad she wasn’t actually a guardian. She felt like she did enough work as it was. She had only a few nations of people around the world who believed in her

   “No, you can’t do that!”   “What?” Knox looked around, startled.   “You can’t give a Knarl milk!” exclaimed the curly-haired blonde who was reading Knox’s homework over his shoulder.   “I only wrote it down – I didn’t actually do it,” Knox pointed out. You’d have thought he’d just tried to kick a pigeon from her reaction.   “Yeah, but if you did it in theory, then you’d do the same in practical too, right?”   There were about a million things wrong with that logic. It was one thing to just randomly write something down and

After lunch had finished, Tee, Rose and the twins made their way up to the third floor for Defence Against the Dark Arts, whilst the fourth years traipsed outside for Herbology. Professor Lupin seemed to be in a happy, festive mood. The classroom was elaborately strung with red, gold and green paper chains, and there was a pretty sprig of holly pinned to the front of his robes. "Nice, aren't they?" smiled Professor Lupin, noticing them looking up at the decorations as they walked in. "Some of my first year girls insisted on making them and decorating my classroom for me." None of them actually wanted to say that the paper chains actually l

   There is no greater meaning behind life. Such as there is no true meaning of family, love or anything else that people may care to apply the statement to. It’s a personal ideal. More of a practicality than some hidden truth. It all depends entirely on what you, as an individual, make of it.   For myself, there are no hidden meanings. Everything is practical. It has to be if you want to make it through life and put your own stamp on things. But recently, I had it proved to me that maybe these things have no meaning because I have never allowed them to. Because I’ve blinded myself against these things that I feel should have no

Reality Verses The Dream. Above the confines of the earths atmosphere. I am embraced by the luminous clouds. With the stars in reaching distance. Surrounded by the acoustics of the sea. Accompanied by the alluring scents of nature. Observing the planets that stand like monuments. This is the place where my body wants to be. These are the sights my eyes want to see. This is place where my mind can be free. This is the only place where I can truly be me. Now back to reality. And the self perpetuating insanity. Constricted by the codes of a conscripted morality. Living in a world that is drenched in disparity. How will I ever be a

Have you ever questioned? Life's compulsory regulations and lessons. The processes that are automatically assumed. These social facts that are hereditarily consumed. This holy reasoning that can never be disputed. A uniformed mass that are complacently suited. Have you ever questioned? Why things are, the way they are. How one out of eight planets in this solar system, Facilitates life which revolves around an incandescent star. How on this one planet both good and evil thrive. And god's subjects commit sinful, selfish acts just to survive. How the quantity of printed paper assures your material stability. And the lack of it limi

They Say. They say there is always a silver lining. But right now my future looks bleak. They say the sky is the limit. But my vision is blocked by a mountain peak They say life is a game. But I was never any good at hide and seek. They say were all different. But does that mean that were all unique. They say everyone wants to win. But I have no desire to compete. They say there are plenty more fish in the sea. But they didn't say whether the water's shallow or deep. They say everyone is searching for the same answer. But I have'nt got it in me to cheat. They say I'm too negative. But I know this also comes hand in hand with d

Good Bye Bags packed hastily on an un made bed. Inactive blue tack firmly attached to the walls. Earthly possessions compiled regrettably. Unfortunate circumstances have been confirmed. Your chariot has arrived to take you away. The hardest part is yet to come. I know our connection will weaken. No matter how hard we try to cling on. Change is something we cannot avoid. Memories are all we have to hold on to. Realities rewind button has been disabled. This game can never be won. Humour temporarily dilutes the situation. Silence is the only language spoken. Eyes exchange compromising glances. Half hearted commitments announced.