19.

3:15. Sitting on a bench.
Surrounded by other stiff benches.
She was sitting behind me, she would always be sitting alone waiting.
To her left, the sun would set, to her right the solid concrete would not dare move.
She sat between. Waiting.

She wore brown short boots. I know I didn't see, but I remember the heels of her hooves scratching against the rough surface below her.
I pictured them brown, those noisy boots.
So noisy, I told my head. The noise lasted for a long while, still noisy. Still.
I tell her to shut it, pull of her ugly dung-of a colored shoes and throw it.
The passing Isuzu truck crunches it between its teeth, I smack her foot with the pile of books between my arms.
She screamed and heard her cry. Wait.
This was all in my head of course. It was all in my head.
the girl, the walls, the naked sky. All in my head.

"Are you gone?" Naturally, the voices in his head didn't reply. Neither was she for that matter.
Still between the divides, waiting for his 3:30 bus. Awaiting for a reply. By the time the bus arrived, he had already forgotten the question.

Giant & Jim

The Giant found Jim on top the toast pushing the jam away.

"Can I help you?" Giant wondered, but Jim
told he wouldn't need any,"I'm building a fort,"

Giant turned left, turned right, whispering
"Why worried?"

Jim came close to the Giant's face and
borrowed an ear, "I hear of a Giant coming close to the area, therefore, I'm hiding from the Giant,"

"A Giant?" Giants remembers,
"Why? I'm a Giant too!"

With an alarm, Tiny Tiny very Tiny Jim pulled his zipper and hurried behind his jam fort,

"I don't eat such Tiny Tiny Tiny Creature like you," Giant sat down, "Don't worry,"

Pity Pity such a Pity, Jim not only wet his pants in horror but slipped off the table, unable to hold onto an edge.
Now, lying dead.
Face down on the icy tiles.

© Dochan

Thank you Do chan for the wonderful illustration.
It's made of rainbow and cotton candy!

16.

Every thursday my best friend and I exchange stories with each other, giving the other one a theme or setting or character type and build on it. I won't share what we challenged one another with, it's my own to rememeber. I will be submitting my stories still.
Enjoy~~~

2nd Exchange: About a doll

"Inside the Box"

"I was Madeline, You would call my name and crush
me between your arms, now I stand still between a dusty mess trying
to plead for my freedom, now I'm not real in your world, even though I have my mouth carved into an eternal smile that cannot utter a single world,
"I don't want to be here"
Echoes over and over my hollow mind, I know I don't do much!
But I haven't done harm, Should I cry for my life?
Tell you I want another chance? Yes I do.
A creation to be discarded into a little box, To rejoin the company of old friends I haven't
seen in many years,
Oh how the dust have made them look so weak and old!
Are you truly going to give up your memories with me? Was I only a pawn until youve reached age? Maybe if you could shrink and have my eyes, you'd be crying too."

And off she went, this young lady with green heels living her life as normal as she can have it unaware of the faint sadness she left inside that innocent brown box.

© Dochan

13.

We sat facing one another in the library; I was glad the study group were attentive to the book held between their fingers because I could hear every heavy blink my eyes made. And it scared me the thought of it making a distraction among us collegues.
It never occured to me that I should have told you how I felt towards you. You were always nice.
3 months ago, you wore a bracelet that had "I love you" carved on it and I've always wanted to know where you got it from, or even worst.. Who gave it to you?
I should have asked before leaving, at least.

12.

Aware of the scandalistic photo published on the news last night she took caution as she left the building, but no authority had the power to even quench the anger of some netizen who gathered around the hotel to throw wordsat the poor girl who adventured into that industry to please those who were like her.

Her life; her very existence was the center topic of every dirty soul spoke first thing in the morning, it wasn't funny matter anymore.
It has become a nuisance, a burden to carry. An illness she cannot figure the cure for yet.

11.

"Dori, I'm feeling down, tell me something nice, will you?"
"Like what?"
"If I knew I would have told myself, would have I asked you?"
"That's true,"

10

I really didn't hear you.

You were sitting on a chair in the center of
stage, you're usually shy and quiet, but this
time, I saw you jump, twist your body in ugly moves.
You finally threw your arms to the crowd.

I remember you raised up and screamed, but honestly, I didn't hear you.

09

How can you smile at a time like this?
Aren't you supposed to be crying?
You lost your breath, can't hold your instrument anymore, you even fell down on your knees and was close to death.

What gave you the right to be this strong?
Aren't you the weed that couldn't heal if broken? Why aren't you broken yet?

08.

Shopping in the store beside Lone Street, I noticed a grown woman by the beverage corner talking to a stuffed bear, I thought my logic fooled me but it was the truth.This woman was speaking to her teddy bear, she even made it talk back to her. As an adult myself, I didn't understand it but it wasn't my place to go to her and bash her about how silly she looked.
As crazy as it seemed, I listened to their conversation,"I want to buy that chocolate juice.." said the bear to his friend who wanted it so bad but knew the woman was on a diet so he peacefully let the subject die.
I wrinkled my face in odd.
She must have felt the dry areas of my face echoes over her side when she stared at me, took another juice box and went on her.She took off with an innocent laugh with herself and her bear, that was the last I saw of them.
Maybe, I should have a change of perspective.
Why would I belittle another person's happiness? I admired that person for being happy.It's alright to have happy because I too, I believe in it.

07

Passing by the stadium, I heard a man sing,
"What a wonderful world,"Walking the street,
I laughed at his bluff,
"Everything's gonna be alright, shine your eyes, it's alright".
Slowly, I believed his bluff, his voice which felt like angelic feather touching against my rough dry skin.
Slowly, I realized he was honest.
No angel would lie to me.

06.

I saw you on tv the other night.You sang as if you didn't care.You danced like it didn't matter.You turn your body, lift an arm, steal your own heart and finally finish off in a wave.

05.

Growning up in that two room-apartment, the youngest realized she had no direct interest in physical hobbies, unlike her proud siblings; the younger brother would paint in his room by night, and in a room she shared with the older sister, she would get to watch her sculpt tiny figures made of clay.
Even on bed or riding a bike to school, she would be day dreaming - or trying to - wonder about the world's riches; she would desire a fancy seashell collection, or to have an ice cream shop downstairs.
There used to be a man who would creep into the windy scenery of herdreams, he would always hide laying down between the long dead grass. But, he's another issue she didn't want to deal with now...

Still, she thought having a real hobby would give meaning to her doing.
Then she thought that if she had meaning in her doing, she would indeed get a real hobby.

She would always wander off before choosing which path to go to, but she didn't want to deal with that either, she's growing anyways.

04.

Alone in the coffee shop, she wrote down her notes; dreaming.

03.

I saw reality in my dream last night. I held a knife between my fingers, run it through the hands of a drugged young woman lying on a hospital bed.
After I got disgusted from my deed, I walked down to the escalator only to notice kids fooling around on their skateboard, what is this?
Are you kidding?

I'm never going to come back to this place again.

02

When The Wing Man started headlights followed her every steps as she lead herself to the couch besides the man stranger she would address as Mr. Bing Longfellow; an announcer whose endearing questions to previous guests made them cry; agitate or even quit the business.

"I can't really say I'm suprise about that," viewers laughed at que, " Now, tell me how was growing up?"
She chuckled to the joke and hesitate to answer, showing only a smile towards the audience who in return threw her a round of supportive applause.

"It was nice, I had fun times growing up..."
"On the day I die, I promise to tell you the truth,"

01.

It was a horrible crowd that morning with no seat I could occupy on, I stood behind a stranger with beautiful ears, I apologized as I creeped my hands over his shoulder and rubbed my breasts over his back, he didn't seem annoyed nor was I bothered pretending he was mine.


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