Hello, dear readers. Before we continue, let us say,
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010!
We believe it's going to be a beautiful and creative year! Yay, let's drink to that!
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On to the stories, we have a new (and rare, if we might add) one from Ms. Runi. Click to read Jack and Sally*. Just a little note, there will be a lot of references from movies and stories, so you might want to have Google on standby.
Have a nice year! =)
20 January, 2010
Jack and Sally*
The smell of the rain in the afternoon. The grass was beautifully green beneath my feet. I exhaled dramatically as the drops that covered the grass sneaked their way on to my toes. I kept walking to the wooden dock not far ahead, leading its way to the calm surface of the pond that I used to think to be magical. The juxtaposed wooden logs were rotten. But it had been rotten the first time I discovered the place years ago. No one ever renovated the dock, and the dock never let anyone down. Consistencies.
As I sat down on it, I saw myself. Not on the surface of the pond, but just approaching the dock, tiptoeing and giggling from the Peach Schnapps. She was wearing an old, shabby nightgown, but the blush on her cheeks looked radiant with youth and alcohol. Not far ahead of her on the dock, was him. He still wore his hair long and curly, he wore an eye patch and a flamboyant suit. Yes, he was the pirate because he refused to wear green tights.
As I sat down on it, I saw myself. Not on the surface of the pond, but just approaching the dock, tiptoeing and giggling from the Peach Schnapps. She was wearing an old, shabby nightgown, but the blush on her cheeks looked radiant with youth and alcohol. Not far ahead of her on the dock, was him. He still wore his hair long and curly, he wore an eye patch and a flamboyant suit. Yes, he was the pirate because he refused to wear green tights.
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