Sapphic Pondering

Glow Chapter 1: We were both young when I first saw you. -           Break dancing is hard!  – She muttered – whined to herself when she, for the 10 th time, had fallen on her rear. She had been practicing the 6-step for a couple of days now and still couldn’t get the hang of it. Her hands were too weak to keep her upper body up for long and her balance was terrible. Her palms were red for all the pressure she put on them and her legs were turning into jelly.  Sweats were collecting on her forehead and back, and she was huffing with exhaustion. She relaxed her arms and let her body fall wordlessly onto the wooden floor. Turning to lie on her back, she stared at the reflection of herself on the dark glass ceiling. She could see it clearly in her mind: an image that had played repeatedly ever since she started practicing, just a couple weeks ago. She was standing on a dark stage. The spotlight focused solely on her. The mus...

Hospitality Light. It’s the last thing I remember. Piercing green light flashed before my eyes, and burning heat engulfed me. A force knocked me back, and I felt pain exploding inside my already battered body. Voices whispered and shouted and sneered, but they came out jumbled and indistinct. But for one word. A girl’s voice, sobbing my name. Over and over again. What is my name? Phantom. Whiteness. It’s the first thing I saw. White ceiling, white walls and white windows. White floor, white bed and white cloths. Even the air seems to be a sterile white, noises bleached into a muffled murmur. I feel surreal, as if I’m about to dissolve and fade into nothingness. I am in a hospital. Why am I in a hospital? Images. Colors mixed together. Memory swirling in my mind. I had a dream. I was a hero. Robin Hood’s suit and pointed sword. Black cape and half mask. Silver companion. ...

Campfire _ 4 _ She sits on the stairs at the back of her classroom. Tears sting in her eyes but she refuses to let them out. She is a strong  girl. Too strong that sometimes people think that she cannot feel sad, that she never cries. And she intends to keep it that way. Because, the last thing she wants to do is to bother someone for her nuisance. And she would  rather bottle it all up until she explode than letting some “sympathetic” fakers look down on her with pity. But, however strong she is, she cannot help to feel lonely sometimes. And right now, she wishes that she hadn’t kept her façade for so long that nobody ever cares if she stops smiling. She wishes someone would come and hold her, sooth her, caress her and remind her that it was alright to cry because they were there and would protect her. She wishes she actually had someone. ~o~ He almost has a heart attack (which he does a lot lately) when he sees her on the stairs. ...