And I wonder as I lay here, in this sleepless field of dreams..

HELLO!

Somehow you've stumbled upon my blog, scraping the ends of the internet for something interesting.

Instead you found this.
I hope I don't put you to sleep.


Stories of fiction and fact lie dormant in this digital journal. Anything labelled with fiction junction is just that: fiction.

STORIES

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do you think of me when I think of you

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Sounds like I'm gonna be fine.
Jun 29, 2008 || 9:58 PM || comment?

Lately I've been losing track of what day it is, but I know for a fact that today is Sunday. It's the first day of another week that will slip past me while I don't do much of anything productive. Actually that's a lie. I read a book cover to cover within the past two hours. I'm not sure if I really liked the book. I kept turning the pages hoping what I wanted to happen to the main character would come true. Instead, something else happened and the book was soon over. I cried at the end, I guess I can't say I didn't expect it to happen that way. After work I felt like a mindless zombie, drifting around, feeling rather empty. I don't know if I could explain it even if I wanted to.

I keep announcing how I have two weeks until Nationals. There are a couple of things I need to get: Geometry History Book., Number Theory Book.

So I will have a purpose during the next two weeks, and that will be to study. <_<

Ah yes, we are thick as thieves.

I reckon it's again my turn.
Jun 26, 2008 || 8:16 PM || comment?

A few status updates: TOPS Honors Award, getting Social Security Benefits deposited in my account by Monday, mailed in the last of the financial aid questionnaire, going to the Wall-e midnight showing, and a freaking sweet deck of cards. Those cards will keep me company, along with anyone who has a fast hand. And two weeks until Nationals!

Tomorrow is Friday, meaning the weekend. Meaning YAY. (:

I really don't have many interesting things to say. XD

Oh well.

She says she has no time for you now.
Jun 21, 2008 || 9:39 AM || comment?

There are just a few things that I need to update on! Too many stories lately, and not enough Rachel. Well I suppose the best thing that's happened so far, is getting a new car! By new I mean, it wasn't mine and now it is, and even better is that it's a 2005 Pontiac Vibe. Same color as my old truck, and there's so much room! I wish I could sit in the back seat though, it seems so comfortable and nice. Also in other news, I woke up early today. Not because I have work though. Okay so that was a bullshit update, to be honest, I haven't been doing much of anything. I sleep, work, eat, computer, then sleep again. I really ought to be doing more things, like: saving money, exercising, walking around my neighborhood. Maybe I will walk my doggies or something. By doggies I mean only one of them, and I mean Trinity.

For me, things have been relatively good! I'm not sure about everyone else, but I hope it is the same for them. Did I mention that I need to save my money? Aughggg. Actually, it's not that bad, and I owe a few people for their generosity. (:

In July I'm going to Sacramento, and I'm really freaking extremely excited. Except I need to learn number theory. And a couple of codes. And some geometry history. Euclidean and non-Euclidean.

This flower is for you...
Jun 14, 2008 || 2:36 AM || comment?

She liked to sit by the rushing water. Her bare feet always lightly broke the surface, wetting her toes. She delighted in the ripples that formed around her feet. Auburn hair covered her shoulders, and made a veil as she leaned forward. There may as well have been a tune in her head, for she swayed slightly, back and forth, with a smile on her face.

Under a bridge, the rushing water flowed. A boy with torn jeans and muddy feet stood on this bridge, with a silver fishing pole cast. He bounced on his heels, impatiently, waiting for a fish to bite. From beyond his vantage point, he spotted the veiled figure, sitting close to the water's edge. He squinted his eyes, hoping to make the figure more clear. He barely noticed from out the corner of his eye his fishing pole lifting up and going ever the ledge of the bridge. His cheeks were flushed, a mixture of anger and embarrassment. How was he going to get back his pole?

The girl stared at her reflection for quite sometime, making faces at herself, and remembering how when she was younger, she was told her face would stay like that. Curiosity was a funny thing, because hearing that never stopped her. A low rumbling sound was made, and she clutched her stomach. Luckily she wasn't far from home, a sandwich could be easily made. However, she was reluctant to rise from her spot, much like a cat is reluctant to move out of the sunlight. As she did get up, a glinting thing caught her eye, and she turned back to the water. In the water was a fishing pole, caught between the rocks, and what caught her attention was the hook longing to drift away had it not been tied to the line. It was a nice fishing rod, or so she thought, because it was all rather shiny. She decided to take it for safe keeping. Someone must have lost it, because she knew she'd never intentionally get rid of something so colorful. But no sooner had she made this decision did she see a growing speck in the distance. She saw flailing arms and heard the most discordant of sounds. To her knees she fell, eyes shut tightly. Anything to make the noise stop.

If only he could run faster. That girl with the auburn hair had his fishing pole, and no doubt she would want it for herself. Who wouldn't want such a magnificent fishing pole? He opened his mouth to tell her to stop, to wait, anything to make her stay. He stopped in awe as he watched the girl drop to her knees with her head lowered. She didn't have to surrender to him...he just wanted his fishing pole. He slowed to a walking pace. She lifted her head slowly, to scrutinize him. She noticed his muddy feet first, and instantly realized the fishing pole must have belonged to him. She quickly jumped to her feet, and with both hands offered the fishing pole. She couldn't look him in the eye, for her embarrassment ran deep and surely she was the color of a ripe tomato. Beneath the veil of auburn hair, he wished to see her face, to see who it was that found his fishing pole. He bent down and tried to look under her hair, but she turned quickly away from him and marched away.

He stood there, dumbstruck. What was wrong with her? He stared at his fishing pole for a second before he realized that it was fading. Fading? Fading from what? She must have done something to it. He ran after the girl, who upon hearing his footsteps draw nearer, quickened her own pace. Finally he caught up to her, and grabbed her arm. She tried pulling back from him, but his grip was too firm. And in her hand he placed the fishing pole, as she stood in shock. He watched as his fishing pole went from silver to a variety of pleasing colors. His eyes grew wide, but she seemed the least bit interested. She shoved the pole back in his face, and insisted on leaving. And again he stood there, speechless. The pole was in his hands, once again that silver color. Did she do that intentionally? Or did she even realize what she had done? And exactly what did she do?

When he finally looked up again, she was once again that small speck, and he had no way of finding her after today. Unless...

With tears streaming down her face, she ran. She kept running until breathing became difficult and she was sure her legs would turn into jelly. Even though she slowed down, the crying continued, and her heart was pounding loud in her ears. The pounding grew louder and louder, and she stopped crying, startled at how loud her heart was pounding. It was then she turned out, and noticed that boy from earlier running towards her. Mixed emotions of fear and anger swept through her, then curiosity took over. What could he want with her now? Was that not his fishing pole. She pulled the hair from behind her ears, creating once again that auburn veil over her face.

So much running...he was glad to see she finally stopped, and was actually standing still. He supposed she was waiting for him, why else would she stop? He stopped short of her, he was used to fishing, not running, and naturally he was out of breath. "Hey..." he managed to get out, along with a great exhale.
"Thanks for...what's wrong with you?" He noticed she fell to her knees again, with a cry of pain, and hands covering her ears. Was she insulting him, that his voice was so ugly she couldn't bear to hear him speak? "That's really rude!" He yelled, and her face nearly hit the ground. She was crying profusely now, and with a strained voice she said, "Why are you making that noise?!" Noise? His voice? His puffed out his chest, ready to yell again when she said, "It's a terrible, screeching sound! Why are you...?" Her words became indistinguishable from her cries, and he looked at her in confusion. He remembered something in a tale he read, how anyone that would come to their village would be unable to understand them, let alone bear to hear them speak. Was it more than a tale? It was true, he didn't hear much of anyone passing through their village, was this why? Her crying subsided, and she looked up at him, and he was looking down at her, a little guilty at what he'd done. She got up from the ground, then looked at him for a second, and looked around. "Do you even understand me?" He nodded, half-smiling, but still looking somewhat ashamed. "So that noise...that came from you?" He scratched at the back of his head, then pointed to his lips. He opened his mouth, and she braced herself, but nothing came out, meaning only to symbolize.

She nodded her apprehension, then pointed to the mountain pass. "I live beyond there...I got a little angry, and followed the river up here. I guess I got tired and sat down...then I saw something in the water. I pulled the hook of your fishing rod free. You have a really nice one...." The boy smiled, and mouthed his thanks. She smiled back, then looked away. Then suddenly he remembered. There were white flowers around, and he had an experiment. He motioned for her to follow as he went and plucked a white flower from the patch.

This is for you, he mouthed slowly so she might understand. She smiled and took the flower and bowed slightly. As she bowed, the white faded from the flower, and light pink crept up its petals until there was no sign of it ever being a white flower. The boy's eyes grew wide at this, and she noticed his excitement. She looked at the pink flower in her hand, and suddenly realized what was going on. "Oh this? I can show you something much better!" Without meaning to, she let the flower fall to the ground as she ran back to the water. The boy frowned, and picked up the flower, then ran after her.

She was sitting down now, swinging her feet back and forth in the cool water. The boy arrived soon after, so she sat on her knees and asked him to watch the water. She dipped her fingers in, and the swirling water around turned into swirling shades of red, orange, and yellow. Once the water drifted too far, the color dissipated. He tapped her shoulder, and she looked up at him with a smile. He presented her with the flower again. Please keep it. She took the flower and nodded, then stood up again. I have to go now. Please make it back safely. She nodded, then looked away. "Is it okay if I come back sometime?" He nodded, Of course. She quickly kissed his cheek, then started running back home. She left a bit of red, which was soon masked by his own embarrassment as he made his way home.

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Are your thoughts results of static cling?
Jun 11, 2008 || 11:29 PM || comment?

You were too fast! I was having such a hard time following you through the corn fields. You were strong, athletic, and your feet fell lightly. My steps were heavily, thudding on the ground like low rolling thunder, and my chest heaved as I struggled for the next breath. I could barely see the corn shuddering before me as your figured slipped between the rows. I thought I might touch the back of your shirt once, but my foot caught on some tangled weeds, and I fell fast to meet the ground. My nose filled with dirt, and my face was filled with pain. My eyes were filled with water as I pushed myself up, and before I realized it, there you were. You were frowning at my clumsiness, you always told me to be careful and it seemed I never listened. You took my hand and we began running again. Running faster and faster, and from what? The oppressive life we were escaping...was it really that bad? It seemed to make much more sense planning this than actually leaving. At least you were carrying our things, because I surely would have lost them. I noticed a few ears of corn poking from the top of your bag, and it was a good thing too, because all this running made me very hungry. You said it wouldn't be longer now, and sure enough, we made it out the field of corn, and it was just a field of grass now. In the distance was a small house, dimly lit.

You told me it was where your friend lived, and he'd be sure to welcome us. You started running again, then looked back with the happiest smile on your face I'd ever seen. Even though I was tired, and could fall asleep right where I was standing, your smile gave me the life to run again. You slowed your pace so I could catch up, and you offered your hand. I desperately took hold if it. I didn't want to lose you again. We were nearly at the front door when you heard a loud noise from inside that made your face lose all of its color. You took me around back, where you peered through a window. I dared to look only a second, and what I saw was enough for one lifetime. Blood stained the floor and the furniture, your friend's body curled in a pathetic heap, one man standing over it, another standing in the doorway, possibly acting as a guard. My eyes watered and my empty stomach lurched. You looked at me, and I'm sure you could have seen a ghost. From your pocket you pulled a knife, silver with red etchings. You pushed it into my hands, then begged for me to leave.

To run and not look back.

I want to cry out so badly, why did I have to go? Why couldn't you go with me? Was this...was this why we were running in the first place? You...you lied to me. You told me we were running so that we could be together, forever. But here you are, pushing me away. Would I see you again? You turned away from me, your eyes staring in the distance. You had no answer for me. Just go, and that is what I did. I ran for my life, even though I was so tired. The only sounds were the crickets and the sound of the pounding heart. I had no idea where I was headed, into a thick forest, and my vision was blurry anyways, from crying. I'm not sure how far I'd gotten before I stopped to lean against a tree for rest. My legs would no longer run, no matter how much I willed them to. I looked up, and the tree wasn't too high, with branches that were thick and full of leaves to hide in. I shoved the knife in my back pocket, looked around, then began climbing as high as I could manage. Anything back on the ground was a speck, and I could see the tops of other lower trees from my position. I stayed awake for some amount of time, ten hours or probably ten minutes, too afraid to sleep, in case you came back for me, or maybe those men...but then I no longer remembered the night, and only the daylight that followed, with no sign of you or them. I came down from the tree, and everything was so dreadfully silent, the memories of the previous night sounded so terribly loud in my mind. I couldn't make sense of anything, and decided to just keep going forward, as I am now, hoping I might find you again some day.

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Go your own way.
Jun 9, 2008 || 9:47 PM || comment?

It was always the first signs of light that woke her up. She could feel the sun warming her face, which meant it was time to start her day. She yawned, and rolled over, staring at the blades of grass so close to her face and felt sorry for the ones she was crushing. She stretched for a bit, then looked around her. She was lucky to find such a quiet place. Once she got up, she went around searching for the biggest branch she could find. Well, maybe something moderately thick, and relatively straight. Luckily she found one after ten minutes; it usually took her much longer than that. From her pocket she pulled a knife longer than the size of her palm, and began to carve away at one end of the stick. As she did this, she reminisced about the days she went fishing with her older brother. Before the world crumbled before its own power. She was a pretty good fisher for a girl, but her brother was the world's best. She remembered his black fishing pole, because it was simple and got the job done. He never bothered with anything fancy, and he did just as fine. But no one made fishing poles anymore.

After making a nice, sharp point, she headed for the stream. This was the reason why she took shelter in this area. It had been awhile since she'd eaten anything in terms of meat, and her stomach felt just a little empty. She checked her bag the night before, and noticed she was running low on bread, among other things. It was rightfully decided that she would fish in the morning, and then try to cook it and save it as long as her stomach could handle it.

The stream was crystal clear, which surprised her. Most of the streams she'd been finding lately had been previously visited, and promptly desecrated. All kinds of metal and trash would be lingering near the edge, and floating on by. She would sigh in disappointment, then gather some water for future drinking. Of course, she'd boil the water beforehand. But this stream, she could see the fish swimming by, unawares of their lives ending so soon, writhing on the point of her makeshift pole. After catching ten meager fish, she set herself to scaling the fish, and saving what little meat she could. She emptied her bag of the bread crumbs, then wrapped the fish in it, and headed back to her camp. She set her bag down, then walked up to the trees, looking carefully at each one. One tree in particular had a horizontal slash, with two smaller ones, above and below it. She smiled, then grabbed at the air below her, a motorcycle materializing before her eyes. That sheet was the most valuable thing she carried on her person, aside from the motorcycle, and a bow she acquired a while back.

Ever since the government announced their plans to leave this world in search for a better one, the entire of mankind broke into mayhem. Many people stayed, while naturally many more left. There was a great need for money, because only the most privileged were allowed to leave. Some families fell into bankruptcy, while others killed their own over the greed. Most of the production of anything metal stopped, in order to build suitable shuttles for normal people to travel in space. Most luxury and leisure things like cars, and guns, fishing poles and jewelry. Her own motorcycle was something like a gift from someone she once knew dearly, as was the cloaking sheet, because no doubt if she left her motorcycle unattended, it would be gone faster than she knew it. Because the production of anything metal nearly stopped, the price of everything shot up greatly, and only those leaving this world were able to afford them. She didn't have the money to leave, but she honestly felt with most of the people gone who went through the trouble of leaving, their world WOULD be the better place. The ones who killed their own, who stole from their companies, using others to get what they wanted, those people made their world a bad place to live in. Now that they were gone....it seemed this place might be more suitable. Now she rode around looking for people, for anyone who had the same thoughts as her own...and maybe she could start her own life.

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Still, this wish is my command.
Jun 7, 2008 || 1:07 AM || comment?

So much to talk about! Not really...I'm not sure what to say anymore, and I can't think of only one thing to write about. I saved a few things, but can't finish any of them. Adam's mom got her license back....this is really, really good news. (:

My long nails are now reduced to nothing, and I miss them dreadfully. :/

I will hopefully be going out on the boat tomorrow, because it was too windy today!

There are four words I need you to remember: wine, rollercoaster, heart, and...tile. Tell them to me, and I'll tell you something neat! I just need to remember those words and I'll be able to tell you. (:

I need to ride my bike more. I wonder if it is still out in the shed? I need to skate more. I need to not cough anymore, and some new glasses would be really nice.

I also should wake up early. Because I didn't today. How does nine sound?