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Dead Promises, Part One

AN: I was too busy working on something else, so I'm posting the first half and hoping it will be better next time. For the mean time, this is the first half.

Keep in mind, I wasn't too happy when I wrote this, so my wording and dialogue are "eh." The ending for part one is abrupt, but bear with me. :(

Dead Promises

a short story on friends, by Poppy Mare

The cell was cold and damp and the blindfolded girl was scared and alone. The only way one could read the expression from her face was mainly from her mouth. A piece of cloth covered the girl's eyes and served as both a symbol and mask for her deformity. For she was special and damned in the worst way possible.

Having such a horrible start in life, people feared her as soon as she was born to her gypsy mother and father, and bored the image of the damned.

She was born without eyes.

Controversy broke out, the blind girl's parents were killed in the outrage, but as soon as they did, the consequences of their deed set in. What if it was the devil's child? Certainly, they must get rid of her. But what if she was a gift from God? Would He send them such a deformed child to see if they were kind? Maybe they should keep the child. Maybe He would forgive them, if they raised her, and fed her. Maybe, since she couldn't see, the girl wouldn't know why exactly was mistreated. God would be able to love his blind child.

But to look at such a pathetic child was cruel and sad.

And for this, the people in the village decided to call her Ciega.

“Girl.”

Ciega “looked” up at the voice and tilted her head at the guard. She heard clattering and knew that the gates were opening. She beamed as soon as she heard footstep and threw herself at her friend as soon as he had said, “Ciega”

“I missed you!” she whimpered. “I thought you weren't going to come by anymore!”

Angelo chuckled and held her tightly and close. “I can't stay for long, my sweet. I have to leave in soon, so let me tell you the story.”

Tales of how the baker and his wife were getting into trouble and how they were kind enough to give him gifts to pass onto her, these were words that comforted her. The world was kind and she was simply unfortunate to displease the people with her presence. Just when he was about to ask her what she had done for the day, the guard came and bluntly asked Angelo to leave.

Tears were always common. It was strange she thought, that she could cry without the need for eyes. Ciega prayed for eyes everyday, and everyweek, she would only get a newspaper, each one that she collected to hopefully read one day.

Rough Draft - Hello, My Only One.

Hello, My Only One

based on the song “Hello, Beautiful” by Vic Mignogna.

Story By: Poppy Mare

Have you ever wondered why the color of the snow is white? They say it's because when we grow out of our innocence, the snow is meant to wash away all of our sins away and make us as sinless as a newborn baby. That's why it happens in the most holiest time of the year: Christmas.

As the fairies fluttered into their homes in the flowers, little Anna played in clearing, making sure she's careful where she's stepping. The snow would crunch and sink, with every step she took. The six year old would fall on her back and watch the snow as it fell on her and she would close her eyes and dream that it was her mother's cold, light, feathered kisses. The fairies would check on her every now and again, to make sure she was okay. They were her guardians after all. But as soon as they tugged her light brown hair, or pinched her rosy cheeks, Anna stood and decided that maybe it would be best to go to another area.

As she walked in the snow, she imagined what it would be like to be one of those little fairies. It wasn't long before she reached a road and not much longer after that; a home. Anna blinked at the building. She was still new to the land and so she never really ventured this far. She went to it's doorstep and knocked once... twice...

Upon the third time, there was an answer and Anna was surprised to see a boy, around her age step out. Despite the fact that she was the one intruding, Anna couldn't help but ask, “Who are you?”

The boy frowned, his blue eyes scanning Anna, before he answered, “My name's Allen. And you?”

“Anna.”

The boy looked around. “What do you want?” he asked nervously.

The girl studied him, taking in his nervousness. The she seriously considered his question. What did she want. In this land, everything was right and peaceful. She was happy and content, even on her own. “What I want?” she asked herself. “I want something, but I don't know. What do you want?”

Allen blinked. “What are you asking me for? Did you need anything from me, or what?”

She didn't need anything. Anything needed, the fairies provided in abundance. “I don't need anything,” she stated. “I don't need anything at all.”

“Then will you leave?” Allen asked.

“Why? I have everything I could ever want here,” she replied. “Don't you want to be with me?”

[This is as far as I'm willing to write. I need to edit this, finish and print it for my portfolio. :) But I will finish it.]

Run, Run, Run — Would You Wear that Black Liner, Baby?

Run, run, run.

Would you wear that black liner, baby?

Run, run, run.

Run, run, run.

The song often made me want to walk down the street to the beat of the music. Like those awesome montages in the movies. But I guess I'd have to settle with just bobbing my head to it.

My room had been already fixed. It's pretty barren but I like it, since it gives room for my imagination to take hold.

I saw myself typing on the computer. My head's already making me believe I was doing something else. My imaginary self was bored, looking up scary sites and what not. She had a cup of coffee next to her.

Huh. I wanted some.

Part of me wondered what I was typing on that computer. I wanted to go over and look over her shoulder. My shoulder.

You know, that's the weird thing. When you're looking at yourself, you start to look at all the flaws.

Well, that's what I do.

I noticed her shoulders her normal sized but her deltoids were monstrously huge. Well, not really. She just had them abnormally large.

My imaginary self must have felt me staring at her. She looked at me and blinked. I notice her mustache. Mine, really but I wished I didn't have it. People made gestures to me to wax it off. My parents. My friends.

Looking at myself now, made me realize why.

But didn't waxing hurt? Besides, I've been raised being told that looks didn't matter.

But now...

She smiles to me and looks back at the computer. After a while, she looked over again finally. vanished.

In my head, though.

Run, run, run.

-Poppy

The Pond

A/N: Okay, I know, not really a story, but it was soooo much cooler in my head. O.o; Having written it down though.... Not so much.

Every night the girl would go out towards the pond. Every night, she would toss a black, lumpy bag into the pond.

Tonight was like any other night.


The girl opened the door and dragged a fresh new bloody bag towards the pond.


"I'm here." The little girl said to the pond. Of course, it was just a pond, so it didn't respond to her. Instead, the girl waited a while before tossing the bag into the pond.


She smiled and then shuffled back into her home.


Well... that would be the end of that, but it doesn't just end there. The bag. As the bag sank into darkness, it would twitch every so often. The bag opened and revealed the horrid truth of what was inside the bag.


An infant. An infant! Maybe three months old. The infant opened it's mouth in an attempt to breath, only to drowned. In a matter of seconds, the babe would be dead... The baby gagged silently, eyes shut from fright and pain.


Breath...


The baby hardly reacted to the suggestion, continuing to sink. A black shadowy figure swam toward the baby as it finally passed away. The shadowy figure lifted the baby and howled. Gray skin, black fins. A mermaid but not really. Below the mermaid were more black bags, all having contained the same thing. A baby.


The mermaid looked at it's new visitor. The baby's face was relaxed, no longer alive. It howled. Somehow, the girl got the idea that if she fed babies to the pond, he might not eat her.


She thinks the mermaid ate babies.


...And he did.


End.


-Poppy

I Love You

A/N: As promised... A really short story!!

His name is Alastor Tophat and his favorite thing in the whole world is his mind. I’m not tring to say that he is super smart of anything. But his imagination is something… unique.

Sadly, he rarely uses it and often time I find staring out into the night sky. A lot of the time he would wave to me and ask me what how long until he vanishes.

Tonight, he’s doing the same. I watch from my bedroom window and see him tapping his wrist.

I look down and see the time on my cell. Three minutes.
I hold up three fingers and giggle when he makes angry gestures.

And like, he begins to tell me his goodbyes.

He points to his left icy blue eye.

I…

The he places a hand over his chest.

Love…

And finally, he points to me.

I love you.

My alarm went off at exactly 5 am. I blinked and he was gone again.

I keep forgetting to say, I love you too…

End.

What Vampires Would Do

What Vampires Would Do.

"What are you reading, Sam?"

I looked up from the book and glared at Ben, who interrupted my "personal time." I held up the book to show him the title of the book; Twilight.

"Le gasp!" Ben said, covering his mouth as though horribly shocked. "I thought you said it was nothing but a load of crap!"

"It is!" I snapped, "I just wanna know what the big craze is. Why are girls going so crazy about this book?"

Ben shrugged and sat beside on the bench, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Girls are complicated creatures, my love. There is no use in trying to figure them out."

"You make it sound like I'm not a girl," I said, slouching a bit.

"That's because you're not," Ben laughed and put his hands in front of his face as I leapt up. Before I could maul him, he quickly added, "You're above them. You're a goddess!!"

I grinned at that. A goddess, huh?

"Didn't you already read that book, anyways?" Ben asked, as he took the book from my hands and flipped through the pages.

I nodded. "Yeah, but maybe I missed something. I mean, I'm a girl and I'm not crazy about it. But it drives me nuts when other girls are all, 'Oh my god! Isn't Edward hot!?'"

"You probably have no vagina, then."

"…I'll kill you."

Ben put the book on my backpack. He smiled at my threat and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Don't worry about it," he said, laughing when I pretended to strangle him. Looking at the book, he made thoughtful face. "But I am kinda surprised you don't appreciate the book at all."

"And why's that?" I asked, resting my chin on his shoulder.

"The book's the reason we went out, remember?"

I nodded.

We were nothing more than partners in crime, making jokes out of one another. Then one day I said, "Hey, let's go out, just to see the reaction on their faces." I was referring to our group of friends. They often said we were the most incompatible couple.

"Yeah!" Ben grinned. "But you do know, that I have to be the man in the relationship, right?"

"You don't have enough testosterone to be a man!"

We decided that to make it more unbelievable, he was going to ask me out in public and make it look like he just fell in love with me over some stupid reason. I was reading Twilight and when I finished it, I yelled, "That sucked!"

Ben was there and he said, "Really? Me too. Let's go out."

Needless to say it did kinda shock everyone, but not as much as we had hoped for. But we continued to "go out" until one day, Ben said, "…Hey, I don't want to pretend anymore."

"I know. Wanna pretend to break up instead?"

"Not, exactly. I want to go out with you for real."

No one ever discovered that it was meant to be a joke, but as we went out for real, people noticed the difference. I would glare at just about any girl who got too close to him, and Ben had even once spent his whole allowance to get me a collection of books. He even let me in on a little secret…

I'm not saying I love the guy. I mean, come on! I'm just seventeen. But I have more fun around Ben than I do with anyone else.

Ben puffed his cheeks at me and gently blew at my face to snap me out of my little flashback. "Hey! Are you even listening to me?"

I frowned at him. "Sorry, I thought I heard God there for a sec. What were you saying?"

"I said," Ben began, leaning his forehead against mine. "That I think I know why you might not like it."

I rose an eyebrow at that. "You do?"

"Uh-huh." He grinned widely and, for the first time in a while, I noticed his abnormally large fangs. "Cause you know what real Vampires would do in relationships."

-End.