Yes, yes, IT'S NEALRLY CRIMBO AND I HAVEN'T POSTED MY CRIMBO FICS. That's because this year, I'm posting my stories ON Christmas :) There are 25 short drabbles, about a paragraph long, each dedicated to my friends, except for the left overs :3 xD
Anyway, here's my latest-story-that-I-wrote-ages-ago story. it's a sad story, but it's all I've been writing lately...I don't think that's too good a sign.
As usual: I don't own any of the characters or anything. But I DO own my little poem. I wrote it, I'm so proud of my little poem :P
"I couldn't believe what I could not do
I wouldn't see what you wouldn't see too
And now you hold my life in your hands
But I now will see you in the neverlands
My life was woven throughout the leaves
Of the world, the universe and all eternity
I will forever believe what I can now do
I will forever see what you saw too
The fragrance and light that lit up my days
I know will never fade away
For now, I know we are parted
But to you, my love, my heart is carted
One day, I believe, we will meet again
We know that death is not the end
So please don't cry, Jess, don't shed those tears
For someday we will again be near."
The letter fluttered from her cold hands, the warm breeze from her windw not feeling as summer-like as it should have.
"'For someday we will again be near'," her lips whispered, "Someday is soon."
Black.
Red.
Lots of red.
Lots of death.
Too much.
Murder? Suicide?
Blood.
Gun.
Dead.
Jess dead.
Dead Jess?
Suicide.
Becker.
To see Becker.
To find the light.
Get out of the black.
Black.
White.
Like dancing ribbons.
Life like ribbons.
Long.
Short.
Shiny.
Tangled.
Cut.
Ruined.
Gone.
Lost.
Missed.
Still gone.
Grief.
Horror.
Two lives.
Two loves.
Two lost.
Lest we forget.
Poppies.
Red poppies.
Jess like poppies.
Jess liked Becker.
Becker liked Jess.
Both.
Gone.
Cancer.
Depression.
Someone's letter.
Tears are dry.
Night is nigh.
Stars twinkle.
Moon glows.
They are there.
Together.
Stars.
Stars.
Stars.