One Thousand


I keep having this dream, it’s a rather peculiar dream.

How about I tell you about it.

I am on my way home from dinner with a very nice boy, he is tall and very beautiful, yet the second I saw him that night I knew it would never be. I knew that I would never love that man, and though I knew such a brutal truth so soon, I decided to chance dinner with this fine man, we talk, and laugh, it is a lovely night.

As we approach my apartment on a very busy street in a very busy city, on a very busy night he turned to me and said this:

My dear Veronika, I know you will never love me, believe me I’ve tried to make you love me many times in this life, I always fail. You like me, and you will always be there for me when I need you, you will never love me. Now this may not make sense, but I am here right now because you need me, not right this moment, but things are changing, and you will become an important person in our future.”

I gawk at this beautiful man, and I don’t understand why, but I feel his sincerity. Deep within my soul I know that he is telling me the truth. 

What is your name?” I ask, the curiosity getting the better of me.

The man smiled a smile that made me feel as though I’d lived one thousand lives with him. 

“Well now, you’ve gone an forgotten my name?” he jumped in front of me on the very busy sidewalk, disregarding the very busy people, bowed before me and said,

The names Beval”

and of course that is the very moment I awake every night I have this dream. Somewhere inside my soul I feel that Beval is real, that he is searching for me and finding me in my dreams instead of on this land. This means I must go and find him, I believe he is real. 

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This is a work of fiction, and nothing more. I once knew a boy, he was never anything special really. No one ever talked about him, no one picked on him, but no one ever really knew him either. A quiet kid. I wouldn’t even say he was a sad kid. But of course this […]

The Gift of a Lifetime


You know that quote from Juno “Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus gram stings worse than your abandonment.”? Well I’m trying to relate that quote to this plate.

Today at about 10 AM I was walking around my house and I groggily stumbled into my kitchen to make some coffee, instead I was distracted by the sound of knocking on my door (our doorbell doesn’t work and we live upstairs so sometimes we don’t always hear people). So I venture on downstairs and I’m greeted by our lovely mailman (whose name I do not know because that was the first time I’d ever met him) under his arm was a package, I instantly knew what it was and was filled with excitement, I signed the paper and thanked the mailman before running upstairs and tearing the box open.

You may be thinking: “A package, big deal. What’s with all the excitement?” Well, my dad is in the Army, and he left sometime last week, he said he was sending a package and we’d just been waiting and waiting for it to come.

Inside were two boxes (both labeled to one of my brothers), toy cars scattered around the box (for my other brother), on postcard (for my sister) and two postcards and the plate wrapped in paper, for me.

I started collecting postcards ever since I went to Cleveland with my high school band my Freshman year and thought it would be cool to have post cards of everywhere I went and places I’d like to go. So those were awesome to see, one had the same picture on it that the plate does, and the other one had a picture of the Castle that was used in the Cinderella movie. I was thrilled to see these and made a mental note to add these to my places I’d like to go someday.

Then there’s that plate, it’s interesting, and I like the picture, but what on Earth is it for? It’s about the size of my palm, and glass, obviously, so what do I do with it? Do I just put it somewhere as a souvenir? Can I use it as a Frisbee? Can I shoot it with a gun? I’m just not sure what I do in this situation.

But anyways, it was nice, but now I just don’t know what to do with it. By the way, does anyone have any ideas what I could do with all the post cards I’ve collected so far?