Sapphic Pondering

Campfire _ 1 _ She sits quietly. He lies quietly. Her classmates are sleeping in surrounding tents. She is alone in the night. His classmates are sleeping around him. He is the only one awake. The dying flame is flickering, illuminating her still face. The unrelenting darkness is hemming in, shadowing his still face. The leaves are rustling, sounding blatant in the tranquillity. The even breathing is reverberating, sounding blatant in the tranquillity. She sits there. Staring at the fire. He lies there. Staring at the top of the tent. Unmoving Waiting Silent… ~o~ She is a vibrant girl, popular even. High, melodious voice, adroit guitar-playing fingers and a witty, sarcastic sense of humour. She is almost impossible to ignore. A paragon of aptitude and amicability. He is an ordinary boy, bland even. Nerdy appearance, average mind and a cannot-be-more-plain personality. He is almost invisible in a crown. A pedestrian no one b...

Catastrophe Okay, let me get this straight. Being a superhero is the worst profession ever. It is tiring. It is stressful. It is messed up to the very core, and you don’t even get paid. If one day anyone or anyTHING offers you the chance to be one, RUN. Run to the opposite direction like you are being chased by a tribe of aggressive shopping teenage girls and never look back. Screw the world, who cares if it’s at stake? Your whole social and personal life is going to go upside down in every way possible. Your train of thoughts and emotions is going to become a roller coaster ride. Seriously, just run. Being a hero may sound cool, but it is a dark cold cavern that you cannot escape. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Anyway, let me introduce myself. My name is Rosaline Marinette Belle, just a normal girl with a normal life. I’m 17 and currently studying as a sophomore in Eastwood High School. Every morning, I wake up, prep myself and go to school. I’m a good student but not a mem...