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This should have been the happiest time of my live,
but then are shadows of my mind about what happened has few weeks back. something my lover doesn't want to talk about and I don't remember a thing about it only that those it was dark.
This all started so long ago, when I was saved by an classmate when I was about to being robbed and maybe even worse, those thugs were coming closer towards me, a familiar face entered the scene at that moment I thought I only felt admiration towards him because of his cool actions, yet each time when I started dating an other guy I saw his face again before me, and it felt that I was cheating on him. I know that seems weird because we only were classmates not even close ones before and after wards we didn't either.
He did have is own high social live of the upper-town people me a normal middle class girl with no urge to visit parties and such.
3 years went on like that without anything happening in my very boring life, a few dates that lasted longer than 1 month and university was interesting in some subject but most things were boring because they couldn't bring it with a bit more style. Then maybe I would fall asleep during classes. Dreaming about supernatural things like visions of the future. Which where visions right out of hell or heavenly sweetness yet also test questions for the coming tests.
Then on a Wednesday afternoon right after class Evard asked me if he could have a minute of my time, (he was by the way the guy that saved me). When we arrived at the courtyard for some reason I thought that the flower smelled nice and the trees were brighter than normal. Evard started to talk “ Lianna, this might come as a surprise but it is nothing but the truth. Since that day 3 years ago I liked you, at first I didn't understand why I saved you without asking something in return but as the years passed there was a pain in my chest when I saw you with another male. The girls my parents forced me to meet or the ones that wanted me for my money or my good looks they were nothing in comparison to how you looked at me that day when I saved you from those thugs. That feeling of liking has only become stronger I dare to oppose my parents at this point, I don't care that my family wouldn't allow you near them. I want you to be my girlfriend Lianna”
I was stunned the only thing I could do was nod, and keep nodding.
Evard took me by the arms and asked a bit harder “are you sure you really want to be my girlfriend?”
“yes, oh yes I want to be your girl”
then he kissed me on the cheek “will call you later tonight”
after that he ran towards the school exit, ran back to the garderobe to fetch is bag and jacket, waved at me. I was standing there like a statue not moving an inch from were he left me after Evard gave me a kiss. This is certainly a dream a vision that I want to come true.
But that evening Evard didn't call me, is it strange that I thought it was a vision instead of reality?
Yet something really unexpected happened the morning after, when I rushed downstairs to get a sandwich as breakfast. In the beginning I didn't think about it but my mom acted a little bit strange as if a good thing happened to her, maybe that is the reason her first question didn't seem right to me “Lianna, I didn't know you had a lover already, you could have told me”
the piece of sandwich I had in my mouth made a ball in my throat reaching for some water with coughing I tried to remove that ball. When I had enough air to speak I answered her
“a lover? Mom that is a very bad joke in the morning, unless you wanted to kill your own daughter like this?”
“then who is that good looking guy waiting for you in the living room, who introduced himself as your boyfriend”
“but that was a vision it was too surreal for it to happen.”
still I ran to the living room it wasn't a joke my mother would normally make. My mouth almost fell to the ground when I saw Evard sitting in my fathers chair as if he was part of the family. And to be honest he looked good sitting there it was as if he belonged at that place.
“Evard, what are you doing here? Was what happened yesterday real?”
he stood up from his chair and walked towards me,he then hugged me tightly and gave me a gentle kiss on the mouth “good morning Lina” for a moment he hide his face in my neck “no it wasn't a vision. And I am sorry that I didn't call yesterday, before I called I was caught up in a conversation with my family because of the yearly reunion that is this weekend starting Friday evening till Sunday I came to ask permission”
“permission for what?”
“if you can have the family reunion with us. Your mother just gave approval to take you with me for this weekend”
“MOM. YOU COULD AT LEAST WAITED UNTIL I WAS DOWNSTAIRS TO”
“NO, HONEY I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD THING, AND ISN'T HE THE ONE YOU HAVE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT FOR”
“STOP DON'T SAY ANY MORE ABOUT THIS”
I had my jacket on and was ready to leave
“Lianna, he really is a mysterious lover, considering our families history you have found a nice man to give your love to” whispered my mother in my ear before I left for university. What I thought first didn't matter much because it was nothing compared to how we drove to uni this time, we went with his Lamborghini to school, for what I had seen these last few years was that he didn't drive much with his own car, most of the time he let himself drive or he took the public like most of us did. The drive towards uni went by in a flash we talked a little bit about Friday.
That Friday we went to his place, the next thing I remember my lover is driving us to uni. “thanks Lina, you were great”
The Room of Last Resort
Kane hesitated before the closed door. Like the others, it had once been painted a muted teal, to complement the soft grey of the building's textured cement exterior. Years of exposure to the elements had caused some paint to peel near the frame, revealing the hard steel surface beneath.
He had never visited this room. Never before had he needed the services available from this branch of the institution where he spent most of his days. He had heard stories, however, and knew that herein lay his last hope. Perhaps, within these walls, Kane would finally unravel the mystery that had so long eluded him. Taking a deep breath, he grasped the shiny, angular handle and pressed downward.
The metal, baked by the sun, stung his palm painfully. He jerked away, but not before reflexively yanking on the knob so that the door flung wide open. The sudden, bright sunlight streaming through the doorway, combined with the accompanying gust of warm air forcing its way into the chilled room, dramatically announced his arrival. He cringed; wishing he'd been able to slink in quietly and unnoticed. For a silent moment, dozens of curious eyes fixed on him. Then the hum of low voices and the rustle of turning pages resumed.
A number of round tables were scattered throughout the center of the large room under long, fluorescent light fixtures. Rows of computers lined the back and side walls. Grouped in twos and threes, young people in uncomfortable, plastic-and-metal chairs leaned in towards glowing screens, or bent their heads over books, sheaves of paper, and calculators. In front, near where Kane stood framed in the doorway, two long tables stood against the wall, warmed by the sunlight filtering through the horizontal slats of half-closed blinds shading the windows. The tables were loaded with neatly arranged supplies - heavy reference texts, lined notepaper, pencils, and a row of clipboards.
A grey-haired woman, perched on a stool by a narrow counter next to the door, peered at him over half-moon reading glasses. "Here for your tutoring session, are you?" Kane nodded dumbly. She waved a spindly arm at the clipboards."Go ahead and sign in, on the list for the subject you need help with," she instructed him.
He nodded again, and moved around the counter, looking for the clipboard marked "Computer Science." Everything now depended on his tutor, who, Kane hoped, would at long last shed light upon the mysteries enshrouded behind keyboard, monitor, and mouse. Up to this point, the subject had defeated him completely.
The door closed slowly behind him, the artificial lighting glowing more brightly in the absence of the sun.
Mysterious going on in the country bumpkin backwoods city of Treasure Box
This story is kind of foggy to me, this happened a few years ago up in the country gully in nearby Treasure Box(city). This is a quaint mostly quiet farmer city the only time it gets a little rowdy is on hog tying Sunday, when the farmers that come from all around this terrain the furthest farmer that shows arm is Stan from I Live In A Outhouse City to decide which pig is going to become Mondays menu buster.
Well this day came and past, but the rowdiness seemed to still be going on cause there was something wrong in this backwoods town. The people was all gathered around the last pig they caught for there next meal and it was how can I described not fit for a fat guy sitting in front of his television, cause the pig was in desire of a vet.
The pig was turning green in color for some reason, though you think green eggs and ham here but its not the case. I was called in cause I was Backwoods private eye detective Fiddlesticks Titmouse the fourth of Dingbat Falls and I was on the case.
Myself knew something was wrong when the Farmer misses yelled souey!!! and that pig flopped to the ground not hungry for its newly made stinky grand prize slop. This got my chicken brain a moving somehow growing to owl size smartitude that day. so i went and checked out the chicken coup and those hens pecked me galore with that dreaded giant clawed master rooster attacking my shoulder with a manner of madness no country bumpkin should go through, but I did get a clue.
Next I checked out the cows at pasture, but that bull made me became a running man. Once out I looked back and another clue.
next I went to the horse stable well this put me unstable. The reason is the donkey was inside, and it kicked my bottom side right back out into the yard with a hoof print on my pantaloons as it ripped my britches. though I found another clue after straining to look back.
well the dogs were tied up and the cats are hiding and being plum lazy, so now I know the criminal of the green colored pig is and the hooves were turning purplish with blue spots with hints of blood red spots within the blotches. well i called everyone to the the broken flag pole with a shabby crazy looking banner waving with animal paws on it.
Well you all are here now? yesseree all called out to me. okay lets get started: well the culprit is here in the barnyard its you I replied..."nope I was hanging clothes my hubby need his one pair overalls fixed"..replied the farm girl..i know it was not her hubby then or it would be a show I think..I turned and pointed with a replyi "said it was you?" "It wasn't me, I was out cleaning Clarabelle bulls horns that darn bull always has threads all over them I keep wondering why," said the farmhand. "NOoo! its The Ewe!"I piped out..."OHHH! the sheep girl there".
They were standing dazed and all puzzled up in weird thought, but in my mind they probably all looked that way every day in there entire life, but than they all yelled out "HOW?!"
With my ripped tuxedo shredded and tattered I decided to tell them what I know and get my dignity in check out of here before i am plum nekkid and what else was haunting me that they all just now were sounding like natives and I didn't want to be part of there Backwoods style grub. I rapidly replied with fear not trying to stutter "so here is why that pig is like this: well the pig is allergic to wool and the ewe was all over this little backwoods farm city of 3".
Last summer dream
" What is your dream?"
She asked me suddenly while we were watching the moonlight dancing in the river. I didn't knew properly that time what it was mine. It was the first time seeing her. We met while i was walking near the river on a short break from work. She was dancing and her face was full of life. "An angel", said with loud voice. She startled and stopped dancing, saying toward me " angels don't exist"
Since that moment we met each night in the same place. She was always there dancing and having the same white dressed with a red ribbon. She looked each time more beautiful.
" You look nice in the moonlight"
" Thank you." She said to me. She rarely looked toward me. Her eyes were only for the moon. " She is beautiful tonight."
Her eyes changed from joy in sadness. She slowly started singing than like i wasn't there started dancing again. She was shinning.
"What is your dream?" She asked me after a time again.
" My dream?" I knew what it was but to afraid to say it. Maybe because didn't had enough confidence or just afraid of her answer. " Secret", said in lower voice, watching in the ground like a coward.
" You know... My dream is to dance one more time before the moonlight fades away forever. Before this summer ends. This is my last dream i have. I'm glad i met you..."
It was the first time she was looking in my eyes. Than i noticed their color. Red like her small ribbon. In the moonlight she looked so pale like she will break if i would hold her in my arms. The white dressed was all dirty and ripped apart showing her small shoulders and her chest. Than slowing started disappearing. In the soundless night a single voice could be heard. Her wisher near my ear. " Your dream is... to see me dancing and tell me you fallen for me." On my lisps i felt a cold kiss and the scent of mud and grass. It was the last time i saw her.
Each night i was rushing toward that place i met her. Near the river. But there was only the moonlight dancing alone in the water. I fallen for a ghost without a name. A creature of my summer nights which mesmerized my heart with her dance.
My last summer dream is to see her once more time, dancing.
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