“The last page doesn’t necessarily mean the end.”
Right Now: I’m an 18-year-old girl who just started college. Trying to figure this whole life thing out. So, if you don’t see me for periods of time… I’m doing college. It’s insane
Someday: I will be the girl I know I can be. I’m going to do my very best to always keep on keepin’ on.
Welcome to my World: “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end…” ~Semisonic
I have lots of wishes and dreams. I don’t know if any of them will come true, and that’s scary. I have loved and lost, in a different way than you might think. It changed me forever.
Chloe Cypress, you are always in my heart and on my mind. I will never forget you.
The best thing we can do
is make wherever we’re lost in
look as much like home
as we can.
~Christopher FrySeries:
Cassandra & Adam with SandwichMaker: http://ficly.com/stories/16647
Ophelia & Henry with Lady Pandorica: http://ficly.com/stories/25050I don’t need EASY. I just need POSSIBLE.
Stories
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Stories Without Endings
I want to paint you pictures with my words. I want the colors to fit together like puzzle pieces, so that only you and I can see them. On the white canvas of my looseleaf paper, I want to use the watercolors of my plastic pen to show you the wonders of...
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You Wouldn't Hear Me Anyway
I stare at my feet as though my Converse high-tops are currently the most exciting thing in the world, twirling a strand of hair around my finger. The stitching on my shoes is red. I just noticed that. And the shoelaces are kind of frayed on the ends; ...
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Would You Hold My Hand if I Saw You in Heaven?
I want to take this moment and freeze-frame it. I want to have it in an album, to look back on, to see how happy I once was. I want to display it on a shelf, for all to see, and I want to hide it, so that it is for no one’s eyes but mine. I want to t...
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Miss Someday, Gypsy Girl
The young girl, who had seen no more than eighteen winters, walked into the ring with her head held high. Dark hair trailed down her back, but wind had whipped it so it was tangled, and her fingers reached up, catching themselves in it. It would be har...
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The Girl Who Wore the Sea
Once upon a time, there was a girl who wore the sea. Not just that she was in it, or of it, but she wore it, wrapped around her, trailing at her ankles, rippling across her body, endless silk. There was even a little left over to make a shimmering ribb...
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Alexis Is A Good Girl
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Ocean Sky
My quilt isn’t on my bed. No wait, it is. It’s the other bed that’s been stripped; not only is the quilt not on it, neither are the sheets, the pillows, or the stuffed animals. And on top of that, it’s freezing. I see something ...
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Always Somewhere Else
“Cassie, sugar. Cassandra!” Groggily, she rubs the sleep from her eyes, and rolls over. “Mmm.” “Cassandra. Darlin’. Hon, you gotta get up.” First the face swims into view, then the thick chocolate-colored finge...
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Trailer Trash
For the first time, her double-wide looks like home. The clothes scattered on the floor. The jumble of books next to the bed. The pan of mac and cheese still sitting on the stove, leftover from the dinner that feels years ago. The sight of it turns her...
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Faded Blue
Mainly, the thing was that I didn’t know how to answer his question. So I was glad he cut me off before I was finished. Or I might have said something I regretted. I drop my head off the edge of the trampoline and vaguely wonder why whoever it be...
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Pool (No Water)
If the sky were the sea, I would drown. But I don’t tell him that. I don’t tell him that I can’t swim. It seems trivial somehow, in this moment, because he’s looking at me, and smiling. He’s asking me never to leave him. H...
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Chances
She sits, squeezed as tightly as she can be between the jagged rocks, back turned to the ocean. She can’t bear to look at it. It’s too big, to0 powerful. Too beautiful. She clutches the cell phone tightly. All too clearly, she can picture i...
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Ophelia
“What do you mean, she didn’t float?” We sit back to back on the trampoline, heads tilted upwards, but not so much so that we had to look at each other. “You’ve never read Hamlet?” But he seems more interested in pla...
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Other People's Angels
There were no flowers in her neighbor’s garden. Just the cool, damp, sweet smelling dirt. Behind the worn-down shed, buried under forgotten shovels and watering cans, stood a stone angel. Too hideous to be a lawn decoration, but too sad, full of ...
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My Brother Falls Up
I walked up the stairs to find the warmth of an evening stove ease the ache his absence had left. I hugged him. His thinner, slightly older, smaller self. His eyes were burdened with the look of a dozen sleepless nights; yet when he smiled his thousand...
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Sixty Five Roses
She thought that maybe, if she held her breath long enough, she’d simply lift off the ground and float away, a tiny dot like the bright red of a balloon lost at a summer picnic against the perfect pale blue of the sky. That she’d be able to...
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Dear Nadya
Dear Nadya, I wish you could have been there. I wish you could have heard me scream. I wish you could have held my hand, and told me that it was going to be alright. I wish it was you telling me to breathe, and not crying out when I crushed your finger...
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Blue-Eyed Girl
The walls were white. The floor was white. The ceiling, which I had been staring up at unflaggingly for the last how many hours, was an awful shade of off-white. And the blanket wrapped around me looked like, in a former lifetime, it may have possibly ...
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Release
On the day they released her, she thought someone would come. That someone would care. But no one did. It felt like it had been a lifetime ago that she had felt fresh air. The ocean sparkled in front of her, the waves splintering the moonlight into lit...
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Coffee and Candles
The coffee shop was dimly lit, with overstuffed chairs and abstract artwork on the walls. Somewhere she never would have come in a million years, which was why it was so perfect. “What can I get you, miss?” “Can I have…a latte? And a corn muffi...
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Yesterday
seems like just yesterday we sat where she is now finger-painting purple swirls dots of yellow washed away like the sweeping tide beauty exchanged for a stick figure first grade crushes to a first romance I want to swing on the swings again holding han...
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Applesauce and Nonsense
maybe it was the way her hair was in her eyes as she sat there criss cross legs applesauce and nonsense and she’s not even pretty cheap motel room Motel 8 but seven eight (ate?) nine white t-shirt ketchup stains or maybe it’s blood and kale...
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Not Again
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Lock and Key
She reaches out to him cautiously, fingers not quite touching the fabric of his shirt. She slides her other hand underneath her camisole, drawing out a long, silver chain. “This is going to be our secret spot. No one else can know about it but us...
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Maybe Cassie
“I don’t think I believe in forever.” The look on his face is as if she’s slapped him, but she just looks at the floor, drawing swirly patterns in the dust with her index finger. “Hey Cassie?” “Adam?” ...
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Blue Violin
The blue house was where it had all begun. At first it had seemed huge to her. The half-mile walk from her own home to the blue house, with its fading paint and cheerful curtains, had seemed like an eternity to a six year old girl carrying that black v...
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Writing on the Wall
She holds the metal box close to her, stroking it like she would a puppy. The cold metal feels good underneath her fingers. Staring down at it, she sees her distorted reflection in the surface – tangled hair, smudged face, torn camisole. He’...
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Intertwined
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Memories
She tries to focus on simply putting one foot in front of the other. The rocks are jagged, but when she stumbles, he grabs her hand. His fingers are warm and dry around hers, and she finds herself holding on tight, clinging to that small sense of secur...
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Familiar
“Cassandra. Not Cassie. Cassandra.” It comes out as a hoarse whisper, her airways blocked by the wire. “My name. Is. Cassandra.” She felt the wire tighten as he slid even closer. “Cassandra, then.” It’s almost ...
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