17.

I saw the eyes of a boy, in love with his golden blue box.
Noon --- Still, I look at him.
His hairline panic back, wrinkles grew.
On that day I turned 20, I never saw him again.
And all dreams of that boy in love with that golden blue box stopped coming.

Just how will I live my life?

Blind by the bright colors, hidden in the dark shelves.

Between those who are walking, those who follow --- and the dying.

Questions with little detail, lost in time.

You see the answers lazy on the tip of crystal flames, trapped within.

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.