Reasons To Find

Long gone are my companions

Only me left here behind

Not knowing what to do

Even as I live on stolen time

Lost are the reasons for living

Yet will I find others within time

 

Don’t worry; this is another that was inspired by what I was reading.

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Lonely Library

It was lonely here. Likely because, though she could no longer feel her sister she knew that she should.

Alex didn’t often let her stay anywhere alone for very long. She was grateful for that, more than grateful.

She wasn’t certain what would have happened if she had been alone.

Mary (and it was very strange to think that was her name now) pulled out a book from the shelves standing in front of her and flipped through it halfheartedly. The story was one of those ‘old’ books written back before the turn of the century. Her eyes slid over the words and Mary didn’t absorb anything about them, couldn’t even tell anyone what they were talking about so she closed the old and valuable book and placed it back on the shelf in front of her.

“You know that book’s actually pretty interesting to read.”

Mary didn’t jump, didn’t even startle, when Alex spoke up from behind her. She simply nodded without even looking at him.

Even if she didn’t want to be alone, she had yet been able to talk overly much about anything.

Alex was mostly fine with that and continued talking about the book, the author and even how it had made its way into his family’s collection.

Wish You Could See

image: courtesy of Janssenfrank and taken from Wiki Commons

Mary sighed as she knelt down in front of the gravestone. Her hands did not tremble as they cleared away the grass and weeds that tried to cover the slab of cement, though her fingers lovingly traced the outline of the letters.

“It’s lonely without you, Warren. The boys aren’t home as often as they used to be, busy with work and school and friends. They don’t have as much time for their mother anymore.”

Terry had graduated high school with honors and was now attending university, his long-time girlfriend off and studying her way through dancing, his job not ending just because he had less time on his hands. If anything, he spent more time with his boss than with his mother.

“I don’t mind so much, Terrance is really coming into what he wants to be and I think he would make you proud with his dreams of going into law. He’s not just going to leave it to someone else to fix the mess that has often happened in our legal systems.”

Matt wasn’t in high school, not yet, but that was more because he hadn’t wanted to skip grades than anything else. Her little boy was smart and often spent time over with his brother at his workplace. Terry’s boss didn’t seem to mind and even let the pre-teen help out as well.

Mary smiled once more at her husband’s gravestone, “It seems that I am nothing more than a thought they have now and then, but I know that they still love me even if I don’t quite fit with them anymore.”

With a sigh, she stood.

“I wish you were here to grow old with me.”


This is a dual inspired post, part of it came from reading a post by Oliana this morning (nothingness) and also from the Light and Shade Challenge.

Teardrop Creations – Day Thirteen

Teardrop creations,
That is what we are called.
We were created
By our Mother of All.
 
She was so Lonely,
Our Mother of All,
She called out for others,
But none answered Her Call.
 
Tears welled up in her eyes,
She sobbed out her heart,
Begging others with cries
To come and stay with Her.
 
When tears fell from her cheeks
They splattered on the ground
And grew up and up,
Until she was surrounded all around.
 
Different things sprung up
And with a tremulous smile,
The Mother of All
Found Her worthwhile.

Written as my offering for today’s NaPoWriMo Prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/lucky-thirteen/

Also, this is sort of an homage to a universe that I’ve been writing in since grade school. It’s a partially finished work that I have worked off and on through for over a decade and a half at least. I’ve known how it was to end almost since the beginning, it’s getting to the ending that has always been a bit of a problem. The most interesting thing about this story is that it was something that I inherited from a friend and is in no way shape or form a fanfiction. Someday I hope to finished this particular story.