Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Eggs and Toast Anyone?

It was an early morning. Too early for starters. But I still had to get up so I could make breakfast for everyone. With my feet going at the mahogany floor like a cat chasing a tiny mouse, I rushed to the kitchen. The sun wasn't even up and everyone was suppose to be asleep for a couple more hours. Nonetheless, work had to be done. But nothing can come close to perfection in this world. It's true for all of us. Humans. Animals. With making simple eggs on the stove and bread warming up in the toaster, I heard the door behind me slam shut. Like a gun shot firing and next stomping on the victimized floor. I budged a little as my father came into the kitchen. I just stared at my father for a moment and then turned around as I took the eggs off the pan. Moving it to a clean white plate, I put two sunny side eggs side-by-side.

"Here." I said, eyes casting down.

He took them. He put them on the small kitchen table. He ate the eggs. I went to make more.

"So it's summer for you now?" He started off.

I nodded. "Yep."

"You have any plans today?" He chewed on the white protein.

I wished for the sun to come out that moment. The cold air made me shiver in my purple fuzzy socks.

"Yes." The lie slipped between my teeth as I wanted to be silent. If anything, there are two things my father taught me ever since I was younger: when to talk and when to close doors. At that moment, I was trying to do both. One more stranious then the other.

I suddenly smelt burning toast.

I let out a scream as I quickly got out the poor creature that I left to dry. It was almost dead. Dead in my eyes.

"If no one wants that, just give that to me." My father tried to encourage me.

I'm pathetic. 

"Why over a piece of toast?" I whispered to myself.

I then quickly swallowed it as I handed the slice of brick to my father. At that moment, I was just wishing to leave the room. He took a turn to notice this.

"You...You alright kiddo?"

I folded my arms and stared at him. I turned the stove off as I took a breath to let the steam out.

"You already know. Why should I tell you? I'm not stupid anymore."

"It's still good for your mind to say the problems aloud." His conscious speaking to me.

I wanted to spit back. Knowing that to show my teenager-self would be a terrible image, I tried to talk back with my inner self. If you would had seen me in black-and-white vision, my eyes would had changed from a dark grey to a sudden light sky blue. And that color would be pouring over my cheeks slowly. My hands would had been turning red as I turned them into fists. My chest would had been glowing pale yellow as I chocked on my feelings to form to words to be transferred to the brain and finally coming down to my vocal chords. The only color that would had been left safe to stay in color would be my purple socks. The soft comfort. The saved warmth.

I took a quick breath to speak.

Then two.



And ended with a scream as I cried to the floor. Fork and knife suddenly danced under the table. My father came to me as he held me silently.

"I'm sorry." The words slipped to me.

I then felt color brought back to the whole world as, finally, the sunlight faded into the room. And I was no longer, freezing cold.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Journeys of the Golden Flower CH 1

P A R T 1 *.*.*.*.

Tip tap,
Tip top.
Clip clap,
Slip slop.

These are sounds my feet make,
As the wet dirt is squeezed between my toes,
And my breath silent in the forest.

I can’t stop these noises,
They are apart of this world,

And this world alone.

Little as any golden flower existed,
I stared from the hill that I was perched.
Soon to be away and gone,
The sun settled on the calmest evening I ever felt.
It gave the world a sense of beauty and mystic,
As it was driven off to its bed with the stars.

It was a beautiful sight,
The moon that seemed to be broken,
Like a plate that a toddler dropped by mistake,
Made the world more beautiful as it was lifted to the sky,
And occupied the space that the sun before occupied.

If you can tell already,
I’m in love with the gentle things that approach the sky above.
If I were able to have wings,
I would try to grab,
And kiss all the things that live there.

There is a problem I declare to you,
The Reader,
The Audience.

I'm no flower,
Nor am I golden.

It’s just something everyone,
Decided called me.

I'm actually wearing white,
My hair flowed from green to white,
And my eyes are colored grey as clouds.
I'm a person in tiny proportions.
I'm no fairy,
Nor a dwarf,
But sized as an insect.

Due to these circumstance,
I always had to hide,
But the greater force of my past as well,
Forced me to be located in taller grasses.

I also have no knowledge,
Or prior experience.
I'm a newbie to being independent in this world.
This is the case of me running away,
Far from the hands of past,
To be able to grab me into their hold.

I cry to their prying dirty palms,
As they kept going at me,
“I will not let you win!”

With helping me to try to stay stable,
And have the will to continue to fight on,
I’m always in search,
For the good things in life.
Like the other day,
I found the most delicious thing,
That I ever tasted when I was on my journey.
It was big,
And dark blue like an ocean at dusk.
The scent was thorny,
But absolutely sweet to the core.
To others that crossed my path,
They saw no value,
Nor pleasure from it.
Actually revolted as they saw me.
All I wanted to do,
Was to show what I found.
The blueberry? I think the person informed me.

It counted to me like for you a treasure,
Your first memory,
Or family.


If only I have family.
It’s something I would keep sacred,
As a little object,
That would glow for only me,
And would be kept,
Forever in my heart.

If only wishes could be fueled,
And stay burning that easily.

Gasps of sadness took my heart,
Or I at least,
I tricked myself to think this.

As I'm now down the hill,
With not realizing that I left the hill,
And I stared at my face through the river.
I saw my eyes glowing with watery fireworks,
But I pulled them out of my system,
As I wiped the mess that I felt.

I forced myself to dismiss it as I trod on further,
Feeling the grasp of the wind,
Hugging me tight,

Like the best friend I never had.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Going to start posting New Story!

Hello readers!

This is Karin-chan with news about a new story that I'm going to be posting soon!

It's called Journeys of the Golden Flower.

It's also going to be written in a poetic format but still going to be a novel long tale.

Pretty exciting huh?!

I know it is for me!!

So please look in the next few posts for the chapters!

Happy reading!