Expect the Unexpected by RyanKeymaster, literature
Literature
Expect the Unexpected
Sometimes I feel like a lost cause. Here I was, in the last days of school before summer, staring at the girl of my dreams. Class ends this week, and pretty soon, I’ll never see most of my classmates ever again, which means I have nothing to lose. And yet, I also have nothing to say. Well that’s not true, I have plenty to say. I just can’t seem to verbalize any of it when I’m around her.
Claire Spencer was at her locker, putting some of her books away. She stood in the narrow hallway… the very narrow hallway… the very narrow poorly lit hallway, crammed with a bunch of high school seniors, making it
I meet her gaze, and look into her eyes.
Beautiful and brown, piercing my soul.
The restaurant silences.
Time stops.
The people around us have become statues.
Unmoving, unnoticed.
The light is dim.
Two souls, surrounded by darkness.
The words are silent.
A quiet wind through an empty valley.
Hearts pounding in unison.
A hidden thunderstorm.
I touch her cheek.
Smooth as a gentle spring.
Time is lost in enchantment.
Our lips touch.
Our souls connect.
Deep and vulnerable.
All remains still.
It’s eternity in a moment.
We pull away.
Holding our gaze.
Smiling joyously.
Time catches up with us agai
Happy anniversary, or rather, unhappy anniversary. It’s not like I’m marking this as a special occasion worth remembering after all. It’s an event that I wish I could forget, but must be remembered nonetheless. I knew that if I became a cop, I might have to do some drastic things once in a while, but I never knew how hard it would be to live with them. As per usual on my special day of remembrance, I sit alone in the blackest dark I could hope to find, swigging booze from a cold, aluminum can, and thinking about that day.
Two years ago, I killed my first man. It sounds horrible to put it that way. It makes it sound li
Wrinkled face and brittle bones,
Weakened joints and kidney stones.
In the mirror, this is what I see,
What happened to my youth, a mystery.
Once I was dangerous and lived an exciting life,
But that was before two children and a wife.
I would risk life and limb for adventure’s sake,
The thrill of fear made me feel awake.
I would climb tall mountains and swim in dark rivers,
Because the thrill of fear always delivers.
But that life is long gone, and now I am old,
Not enough energy, time or strength to be bold.
As I look in the mirror one last time,
I realize that I’m well beyond “past my prime.”
I turn away, longing
There's a scar on my heart.
A wound of your doing.
I try to move beyond,
But life has not been improving.
I remember the days we had.
I long for the happiness we shared.
But it was all a lie.
You never truly cared.
I tried to put it back together,
But one piece was left behind.
A reminder of your deceit.
A reminder of how I was blind.
Not all wounds are meant to heal.
Mine will forever tear me apart.
But I will always remember you,
For leaving a scar on my heart.
Again I lay here,
In my bed,
Staring at the ceiling,
As pathetic as it is.
I've failed again,
No surprise,
It's what I do,
Fail,
As pathetic as it is.
Can't get up,
Can't get out,
My mind is screaming at me,
Just to move,
But I won't.
I'm too afraid to face the day,
Too afraid to do what I must,
So here I lay,
Trying to forget,
That I exist,
As pathetic as it is.
My mother cries,
My father yells,
My brother glares,
and I,
I lay here,
As pathetic as I am.
This was it. This is the end. I knew this the second I walked into the room. It would not be long now until it was all over. I stand here at the threshold of heaven. All of my relatives stare down at me, judging me, thinking I am unworthy. Perhaps I am. Perhaps I do not deserve to stand in their noble company. They are not like me. They are men and women who went out and accomplished things before their time was up. But me, I stand here feeling ashamed to be in their company having accomplished so little.
The more I think on this matter, the more evident it becomes that I am not ready for the end. At only twenty five years of ag
One week had passed since the devastating attack on Tiberius. Today, a vigil was being held in memory of those lost in the brutal attacks on Tiberius and the space station Afterworld. Today, Paige was one of the guests of honor. Today, she would light candles in memory of her parents, Ethan and Alexandria LaChance. Her parents were killed when the capital city was struck by the first wave of aerial missile bombardments. They were together at one of her father's fundraisers. They spent so little time together in life, only to die in each other's arms. Paige liked to b
Paige quickly left the hotel room in disgust. Conflicting emotions like anger, frustration, pride, regret, and cheer, emerged and she rushed to a bathroom and began to cry. She wasn't sad or even that upset, she was just overwhelmed by her emotions. She just threw her dreams out the window. Becca, Tony and Vox surely would have understood if she accepted, right? This was her dream. Ever since she was a little girl and her father gave her a guitar for her 8th birthday, she wanted to be singer. Eleven years thrown aside. She was disappointed in herself. And yet, she was proud. The only thing she has ever had of value was her band. Sh