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Meteorite
- Joined
- Mar 7, 2015
‘Hey Maggie?”
‘Hn.’
‘Do you think…..t-the kiss that happened. Does it mean anything?’
There was a pause. A long cold pause between the two ‘sisters’. Their voices no longer gracing the empty void of infinite space and darkness. No sight could locate where the two bodies were, no force in the world could pull in the warmth of these seemingly normal forms. In this space, only a flicker of light could catch the attention of these brunettes…..lost somewhere underneath the blankets of darkness in an attempt to search for that flicker of light so they may follow. Nay, there was no light here. Not even a candle burning to its final breath. It was just pure darkness with complimenting silence suggesting that this dimension could be space itself? Albiet, space was never this dark. It had its own lights scattered infinitely in their orbits while there would be spheres of dust and rocks displaying their own magnificence from light years away.
Then what is this? Is this a dream? Or someone’s dreamless state.
‘I suppose so. It wasn’t like you initiated it.’
‘Y-yeah but…..Tom…h-he’s old.’
‘So? What love is love and my dear you have a big crush on him. You can’t deny that.’
‘But…..mom will never agree. No one will.’
Another pause. The conversation between the two bodiless females became the only light to the lifeless space of void. Every time their voices would echo in the space, waves of different colors from the spectrum would pulsate in every direction, fading out into the horizon. Maybe it was still travelling or did it reach its final destination and vanished? Was science really applicable in this void of mysterious beauty? Where colorful waves of lights and delicate particles of flashing lights would fall after every spoken syllable rivaling the freshening effects of the spring shower? For the while, one could only enjoy the display of light works and the cold colorful embers to fall only to vanish as darkness would once again devour the mythical void. One’s heart could only anticipate how the scenes would show again, how bright the colors would shine and just how many shades could the sparkling dust would acquire. If only this girl would talk can this light show begin….
And this time, with every pulse rang bells. With every syllable rang one bell and with it, colors were once again released with all its glamour fighting off the silenced darkness. Sometimes there would be red and sometimes violet but in every interval was a brilliant white. Even if this was just a dream, no science could define this phenomena, only a poet's mind or an artist's comprehension could give this display of heavenly beauty a meaning
‘Hm….you know. You can be selfish for once.'
‘What?’
‘Can you not love someone?’
The colours stopped pulsating, the mythical ringing of small bells began to fade with the passing silence until, the delicate voice of a childish female spoke. But this time, the colour glowed brighter until one could mistake the shades to grow white……was the dream reaching its end?
‘O-ofcourse I can but wouldn’t it be weird?,”
Then there was a flash of white, blinding to the eye. It was the whitest of white. The darkest of shade you can expect from the empty colour. And with the final ring of the bell, a womanly voice closed the curtains of the day dream to an end saying.
‘Love does not have limits. Even if you turn the world upside down, no one can give limits to it. Trust me, I AM the part of your imagination anyways….’
And then, brown irises would show. In the comfortable darkness of her room, Magnolia woke up to see the lazily rotating fan stuck forever to the ceiling sending gusts of chilly winds to the groggy lady below who only groaned and flipped upon her side, pulling the cream sheets of her bed to her head thus, revealing set of half lidded eyes to watch the pulsating light of her phone’s screen. The flimsy smartphone with its tacky decorations jingled and sing from the vibrations that did not bear well for the early riser who seemed to only sit up and swipe the zealous phone off from the site table, the melody it played was certainly the hymn like music that played within her dream. It was definitely the influencer that changed her dream to an internal strife within her mind, personalities within her soul debated to reach a meaningful answer to her questions…..the forever questions that never finished bothering her. Every single day she was met with a new question and when she reached the answer……she forgot the question.
In a trance Magnolia closed the alarm of her phone, the reminder warning the sleepy young lady of the school time. And so, for the umpteenth time, Magnolia left decided to forgive and her forget the strife surrounding her English Teacher. Yes. Weird huh? A twenty year old like herself falling for the English teacher of her class, Tom Dawson was the name that put a spell on her heart. Similar to a deer in the headlights, Magnolia would often stop dead in her tracks and embarrass herself when being exposed to the gentlemanly charms of the older man. Whenever he would flash a million dollar smile to her for the sake of manners and etiquette, Magnolia would gush and blush as if she was a school girl or a flower in spring. Many times when she looked back to all those embarrassing times she would blush more, palming her face in utter shame for all those embarrassing things she have done such as- stuttering, mumbling in his very presence and casting her eyes downcast whenever he would choose her to read passages and such.
Magnolia was known to be a reserved and meek girl in school anyways but around him…..she would be reduced to shambles anyways. Her friends would sometimes blame her personality…..thank god. She would be utterly embarrassed if someone found out she had a crush on him. Or the fact they kissed once.
Yelping, Magnolia jumped off from the edge of her bed and scrambled away to the bathroom connected to her room. And so, time flew, Magnolia had finished breakfast and with a belly full of waffles she kissed her father on the cheek and bade him adieu as he drove off from the gates near her school to his work leaving the bespectacled girl to her own as she walked nearer to the doors of her school. With every step she took, her heart picked up a beat and her breathing became shallower……would she see Tom again? Would their eyes meet discreetly as every day it would? Shaking her head, the lively curls of the brunette flew energetically unlike the blushing fawn who would soon see the eyes of her smiling and giggling friends, easily forgetting the problems she was experiencing. Until…..well the English class arrived.
Like always, Magnolia sat near the window, her eyes finding themselves more on the scene outside than onto the board and the teacher…..she was afraid if she turned her eyes on him she would remember the kiss they shared before. Resting her chin on the back of her hand, Magnolia instigated on playing with her pen while humming the tune of her personal lullaby or her alarm tone, her mind wandered off to the library even when her chocolate brown eyes seemed fixated on the garden ahead in a way to distract herself. Being a bookworm and a novel lover, Magnolia was wondering how many kinds of book the library was holding. Magnolia smiled and re-adjusted the rather thick rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose while she would rest her chin on the back of her hand, she couldn't help but feel ticklish when the fuzzy material of her school sweater began to brush against her sensitive skin right under her chin all the while she began to doodle and without her knowing, she began to sketch the portrait of her teacher catching the visage and energy of her ever busy teacher happily teaching the class. Sadly her mind was not present to know whatever he was teaching, she was all too busy adding details to his features hoping to convey the love and giddy emotions she felt with the sketch of him.
‘Hn.’
‘Do you think…..t-the kiss that happened. Does it mean anything?’
There was a pause. A long cold pause between the two ‘sisters’. Their voices no longer gracing the empty void of infinite space and darkness. No sight could locate where the two bodies were, no force in the world could pull in the warmth of these seemingly normal forms. In this space, only a flicker of light could catch the attention of these brunettes…..lost somewhere underneath the blankets of darkness in an attempt to search for that flicker of light so they may follow. Nay, there was no light here. Not even a candle burning to its final breath. It was just pure darkness with complimenting silence suggesting that this dimension could be space itself? Albiet, space was never this dark. It had its own lights scattered infinitely in their orbits while there would be spheres of dust and rocks displaying their own magnificence from light years away.
Then what is this? Is this a dream? Or someone’s dreamless state.
‘I suppose so. It wasn’t like you initiated it.’
‘Y-yeah but…..Tom…h-he’s old.’
‘So? What love is love and my dear you have a big crush on him. You can’t deny that.’
‘But…..mom will never agree. No one will.’
Another pause. The conversation between the two bodiless females became the only light to the lifeless space of void. Every time their voices would echo in the space, waves of different colors from the spectrum would pulsate in every direction, fading out into the horizon. Maybe it was still travelling or did it reach its final destination and vanished? Was science really applicable in this void of mysterious beauty? Where colorful waves of lights and delicate particles of flashing lights would fall after every spoken syllable rivaling the freshening effects of the spring shower? For the while, one could only enjoy the display of light works and the cold colorful embers to fall only to vanish as darkness would once again devour the mythical void. One’s heart could only anticipate how the scenes would show again, how bright the colors would shine and just how many shades could the sparkling dust would acquire. If only this girl would talk can this light show begin….
And this time, with every pulse rang bells. With every syllable rang one bell and with it, colors were once again released with all its glamour fighting off the silenced darkness. Sometimes there would be red and sometimes violet but in every interval was a brilliant white. Even if this was just a dream, no science could define this phenomena, only a poet's mind or an artist's comprehension could give this display of heavenly beauty a meaning
‘Hm….you know. You can be selfish for once.'
‘What?’
‘Can you not love someone?’
The colours stopped pulsating, the mythical ringing of small bells began to fade with the passing silence until, the delicate voice of a childish female spoke. But this time, the colour glowed brighter until one could mistake the shades to grow white……was the dream reaching its end?
‘O-ofcourse I can but wouldn’t it be weird?,”
Then there was a flash of white, blinding to the eye. It was the whitest of white. The darkest of shade you can expect from the empty colour. And with the final ring of the bell, a womanly voice closed the curtains of the day dream to an end saying.
‘Love does not have limits. Even if you turn the world upside down, no one can give limits to it. Trust me, I AM the part of your imagination anyways….’
And then, brown irises would show. In the comfortable darkness of her room, Magnolia woke up to see the lazily rotating fan stuck forever to the ceiling sending gusts of chilly winds to the groggy lady below who only groaned and flipped upon her side, pulling the cream sheets of her bed to her head thus, revealing set of half lidded eyes to watch the pulsating light of her phone’s screen. The flimsy smartphone with its tacky decorations jingled and sing from the vibrations that did not bear well for the early riser who seemed to only sit up and swipe the zealous phone off from the site table, the melody it played was certainly the hymn like music that played within her dream. It was definitely the influencer that changed her dream to an internal strife within her mind, personalities within her soul debated to reach a meaningful answer to her questions…..the forever questions that never finished bothering her. Every single day she was met with a new question and when she reached the answer……she forgot the question.
In a trance Magnolia closed the alarm of her phone, the reminder warning the sleepy young lady of the school time. And so, for the umpteenth time, Magnolia left decided to forgive and her forget the strife surrounding her English Teacher. Yes. Weird huh? A twenty year old like herself falling for the English teacher of her class, Tom Dawson was the name that put a spell on her heart. Similar to a deer in the headlights, Magnolia would often stop dead in her tracks and embarrass herself when being exposed to the gentlemanly charms of the older man. Whenever he would flash a million dollar smile to her for the sake of manners and etiquette, Magnolia would gush and blush as if she was a school girl or a flower in spring. Many times when she looked back to all those embarrassing times she would blush more, palming her face in utter shame for all those embarrassing things she have done such as- stuttering, mumbling in his very presence and casting her eyes downcast whenever he would choose her to read passages and such.
Magnolia was known to be a reserved and meek girl in school anyways but around him…..she would be reduced to shambles anyways. Her friends would sometimes blame her personality…..thank god. She would be utterly embarrassed if someone found out she had a crush on him. Or the fact they kissed once.
Yelping, Magnolia jumped off from the edge of her bed and scrambled away to the bathroom connected to her room. And so, time flew, Magnolia had finished breakfast and with a belly full of waffles she kissed her father on the cheek and bade him adieu as he drove off from the gates near her school to his work leaving the bespectacled girl to her own as she walked nearer to the doors of her school. With every step she took, her heart picked up a beat and her breathing became shallower……would she see Tom again? Would their eyes meet discreetly as every day it would? Shaking her head, the lively curls of the brunette flew energetically unlike the blushing fawn who would soon see the eyes of her smiling and giggling friends, easily forgetting the problems she was experiencing. Until…..well the English class arrived.
Like always, Magnolia sat near the window, her eyes finding themselves more on the scene outside than onto the board and the teacher…..she was afraid if she turned her eyes on him she would remember the kiss they shared before. Resting her chin on the back of her hand, Magnolia instigated on playing with her pen while humming the tune of her personal lullaby or her alarm tone, her mind wandered off to the library even when her chocolate brown eyes seemed fixated on the garden ahead in a way to distract herself. Being a bookworm and a novel lover, Magnolia was wondering how many kinds of book the library was holding. Magnolia smiled and re-adjusted the rather thick rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose while she would rest her chin on the back of her hand, she couldn't help but feel ticklish when the fuzzy material of her school sweater began to brush against her sensitive skin right under her chin all the while she began to doodle and without her knowing, she began to sketch the portrait of her teacher catching the visage and energy of her ever busy teacher happily teaching the class. Sadly her mind was not present to know whatever he was teaching, she was all too busy adding details to his features hoping to convey the love and giddy emotions she felt with the sketch of him.
