You make me happy enough to sing;
You make me laugh 'til I can't breathe;
You make me fight; I'll never die;
Not with you by my side.
Your smile lights my world,
Gives me hope for another turn;
And your voice, it strengthens me,
Through a glorious melody.
You eyes, I see in them,
That to you I'm a priceless gem...
And I love you, my friend, I love you...
Never let our friendship end.
Chapter III
Suspect Mr. Jones
Callie woke up to wailing. She rolled her eyes.
“I wish whoever is doing that blasted wailing would knock it off,” she thought. “I can't barely sleep what with all the noise.”
She laid back down. After not being able to go to to sleep, she picked her blankets up and went in side. She lay down on the couch but couldn't sleep.
“I wonder who is pretending to be a ghost. And I wonder why you can't hear the wailing when your inside and the windows are closed, but outside its as clear as day?” She said quietly to herself.
Goodnight, Jess, sleep tight
Arthur, don't let the bedbugs bite
Close your eyes and rest your hed
You'll both be safe in your wooden beds
With a tree root for a pillow
And six feet of dirt for sheets
Rest where the tears of the willow
And the congregation meet
With the sun and moon as your nightlights
And no terrors to inspire fright
Two children-at-heart can rest in peace
Wearing black lace instead of fleece
Sore Truth
So then you became
A so then
Today to someone
You were a
He was good
But then
He did this
So then
This happened
You were good gossip
What happened to our
Solemn pledge to never
Spread lies about us
You ask
I just say
Dude
They weren't lies
Drawn Out
I fall as do the shooting stars:
brilliant, beautiful, and short lived.
Lives full of passion are rarely long.
I want to land on Mars,
climb K2 and have survived,
be elderly but still strong.
But accidents do happen;
no one’s luck lasts forever.
My time will come.
At the moment when
I cannot be clever
and my life is done
To be aware is my wish,
not foolishly hoping
for improbable miracles.
For my courage I’ll fish,
a song of bravery sing,
for the spirit is indomitable.
Author's Note: Two things.
First, I was positive I had posted later chapters more recently than I have, and I was about to post a new one which would have left readers quite puzzled, as it left a gaping hole in the story. I fear I've neglected dear AP dreadfully in recent days.
Second, I have been unable to get italics to work in the type on the website format, so until I can figure something out, thoughts will appear in single quotation marks and emphasized words will be in capitals.
And now...
Part Fifteen
Chapter II
Mr. Jones Comes Over
Sally was the first to wake up with a jolt. She wondered what had woken her up, and was had just laid back down, when she heard the slow, mournful wailing again.
She was just closing her eyes, when a figure emerged from behind the mountain, several yards in front of her, its back to her. Sally sat bolt upright.
“Good night!” She gasped.
She shook Callie, then clamped a hand over her mouth so she wouldn't cry out in surprise, and Sally pointed.
Sarah asked me to tell her a story, at eleven thirty at night, so this is what I came up with. On the spot. Unedited. But it's short.
Sarah asked me to tell her a story, at eleven thirty at night, so this is what I came up with. On the spot. Unedited. But it's short.
“Entering Zen is like stepping through Alice’s looking glass. One finds oneself in a topsy-turvy wonderland where everything seems quite mad – charmingly mad, perhaps, but mad all the same. It is a world of bewildering dialogues, obscure conundrums, and abrupt non sequiters, all carried off in the most urbane, cheerful, innocent style imaginable.” (129)