I'll Be With You

"You can't go..."
"I have to. I don't have a choice." Her face was full of sympathy at the sadness in the young girl's eyes and she gritted her teeth as she struggled to keep a brave face. "I wish I could stay. Really, I do."
"I don't want you to go. Please don't leave me."
"I don't want to either, but I'll be going somewhere where I won't be in as much pain as I am now, and I'll still be with you." She said gently, resting a gentle hand on the girl's knee as she reached forward to wipe the tears from her face.
"How?" The girl asked. "No you won't be. You'll be gone."

"Shh." Somehow the woman managed to maintain calm. Maybe it was the fact that her little sister stood there, right in front of her, upset enough as it was.
Blinking back her own tears, she pulled her little sister closer, wrapping her arms tight around her and her chin resting atop the young girl's head. After a while, she pulled away, looking directly into the little girl's eyes.
"Hey, I want you to promise me something ok?"
"What?" The little girl asked, slowly, timidly meeting her sister's gaze.
"You'll still write."
"Maybe." The girl said quietly. "But, why do you want me to write still?"
"Because then I'll be with you." Finally, the woman smiled. For the first time in a long time that she could remember.. "I'll still be with you when you write."
"You will? How?"


"How do you write?"
"I don't know. You get a pen and paper, or you go to the computer."
"No, I mean, how do you write? Where do you start?"
The little girl tapped the side of her heard lightly. "Up here."
Her sister nodded. "That's it. It starts with your imagination, and that's where I'll be. You could write about me. Then I'll still be with you." "Sort of." She added under her breath so her little sister wouldn't hear. "But it's the closest we'll get."

Dreaming Winds

The young boy, no older than eight, lay on the table. He would have been motionless but for the severe tremouring caused by his extreme case of nerves. Those around him tried to settle him, but it wasn't any use. All of a sudden, the boy calmed and he began to sink back into the soft, plastic table, not as comfortable as a bed, but at least sufficient. It was like a wind of change had blown over him as his eyelids closed and he became seemingly dead to the world.

The girl was jerking and thrashing about uncontrollably. The people wanted to help, but it was no use. The girl's eyes had been closed as she moved about, and she'd seen nothing but blackness. Up until now. Now, there was a hand, reaching out to her. Cautiously, she moved her own hand towards the one outstretched to her and when her hand was close enough, the strange hand took her hand in it's and begin to drag her up and out.

Meanwhile, those that surrounded her had frozen in complete disbelief. She'd just.... stopped. That couldn't happen. Could it? Seizures didn't just stop. Well, they did, but they often, with her anyway, became lesser and lesser before the abrupt halting of a conclusion. With them again, the girl sat up as if nothing had happened, blinking numerous times in quick succession as if nothing had happened.

He shook his head. He'd heard it too many times. He peered through the crack left by the slightly ajar door to see the small toddler. Inside, just as he'd suspected, the little girl's face was an alarming shade of red and her cheeks were wet with the frightened tears she'd been crying. 'I can fix that,' he thought as sympathy flooded his face.

The little girl relaxed and the tears dried up as the gust of fresh air flew past her face. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she fell back into the lush, leather chair. The noises of the various instruments started up, which normally would have bothered her. But, this time, she was completely oblivious, lost someplace else.

When it was time, all over, the hand appeared to her and curious and ever trusting, she took it, giving whoever's face belonged to the hand one of her warmest, best smiles. Just as her eyes had fluttered shut, the fluttered open again and she looked around the room.
"Have they done anything yet?"
"It's all over." Answered her mother, gently squeezing her brave daughter's hand.

The little girl couldn't stop chattering away as her mother led her back to the car by hand.
"I went up in the clouds, and there was a pretty bunny, and I went flying!"
"Really?" Her mother asked, amused as she turned to look at the small girl. "How did you do that."
"There was these really big ribbons and the fell from the sky and then I was holding onto both of them, real tight and I was in the middle of them and I flew!"
"You flew." The little girl's mother repeated disbelievingly. "That's nice." She shook her head vigorously. This was a small child. Children had big, wild imaginations. And, on top of all that, she had been asleep the whole time she'd been in the chair. The mother breathed a sigh of relief. Her daughter had dreamt the whole thing.

If they knew he existed, people would call him a saint, the Creature mused as he wandered the now near empty halls of the paediatric hospital, others would call him a Mystery Magic Man. But he would have shrugged it away. He wasn't doing it to be praised, after all. He was doing it because it was what he was good at, and he could, and he liked to do it. To see the peace and serenity wash over the children as he breathed a wave of calm over them. The smiles that formed on their lips as they watched the dreams he'd given them play out. The sparkle of wonder in their eyes as they wandered away, complete in awe, unable to stop talking. Telling their parents everything they'd just seen.

Giving them happy dreams and taking them far away in their minds. Reawakening their imaginations and helping them to believe once again.

New Years Traditions

Jade sat, looking at the fireworks exploding to bring in the New Year, but though she was seeing them, she wasn't paying that much attention. Her thoughts lie elsewhere. On New Years Eve, people made New Years resolutions of goals they wanted to achieve in the new year. The Chinese gave the year an animal. That coming year was supposed to be the year of the horse. Yes, there were plenty of traditions out there, but Jade wanted her own. And so, she was lost in her mind as she stared up at the light show in the sky.


The Chinese new year tradition sounded good, she thought. The year of the... But if she was going to adopt it, she'd make it her own. But year of the what? She'd have to make it count. She wanted it to be something meaningful. resembling what she'd like to accomplish in the year.


When Jade lost herself on that train of thoughts, after finding herself again, she realized the answer was fairly obvious, and simple. That year, she'd finished her final year at school, so now it seemed, she was closing one chapter in the book of her life and opening another. She was leaving one world behind to enter another. She was going to try new things, push her boundaries, do things she hadn't before. She was going to spread her wings. She was going to fly. Just like a butterfly. Yes, that was it, the year of the butterfly.


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Hope everyone enjoyed the holiday break & best of luck for whatever is happening in 2014

Not Christmas Until...

"Almost Christmas Laney! Are you excited?" She asked as her daughter followed her around the house.
"But, it doesn't feel like Christmas..." The young girl said, looking up at her.
"Doesn't feel like Christmas?" Her mother repeated, confused for a moment before understanding set in. "Oh," she said, her eyes lighting up as she turned to face her little girl, "that's because the Christmas tree isn't up yet."
"And Santa hasn't come." Laney added sadly.
"No, but he never comes till Christmas Eve, and that's another week away. Besides, he doesn't like to see houses with no Christmas tree."
"He doesn't?"
"No. It makes him sad." Her mother said. "He likes to see everyone getting into the spirit of Christmas and making it the happy time it's supposed to be."
"Is that why you say 'Merry Christmas'?" Laney asked.
"Yes. So, what do you say we put the tree up?"
At that, the little girl's face lit up.

Laney set the box of decorations down with a loud thump as her mother began to spread the branches on the tree.
"What do we first?" Laney asked as her mother looked back at her with a smile.
"Tinsel." Her mother said, playing with a piece. "Should we do gold or silver?"
"Gold!" Laney said cheerfully, pulling it from the box.
"Now, we wrap it around the tree." Her mother said, taking the other end of the tinsel and beginning to wrap it.

"It doesn't look quite right yet." Laney said, a small frown on her face and her arms folded as she studied the tree.
"We haven't got the decorations on yet," her mother said simply, her smile unfaltering. "Only the tinsel."
"Hey this bauble's got my name on it!" Laney said excitedly as she rested it in her palm.
"And this one has mine," said her mother, holding it up, "and this one your Dad's."
"I think they should go up there!" Laney said, starting to get excited now. She pointed up to a few branches about two rows down from the top, as she couldn't reach.
"I think they'd look good up there too," her mother agreed, carefully threading them on the branches. "Now, do you want to put some other ones along the bottom?"

"It feels more like Christmas now." Laney said contentedly, smiling as she admired the abundantly decorated tree.
"We're not done yet."
"We're not?"
"Nope. There's one more thing," her mother said, carefully extracting the tree topper from the box. "We've got to put the Christmas star on top. Do you want to do it?" She asked, holding the gold star out to her daughter.
"Yeah!" Laney said, excitedly coming forward and taking the star from her mother.
The little girl's smile only grew brighter as her mother lifted her into the air and she set the star on the top of the tree before being put down again.


"What's that Mummy?" Laney asked curiously as her mother dragged a big bag full of things into the room.
"Presents!" She said excitedly, resting the bag on the floor. "It's not quite right without presents under the tree."
"No." Laney agreed.

"There." Laney's mother said happily. "Now we're done."
"And it feels like Christmas." The little girl smiled happily. Christmas was here.
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Merry Christmas & Happy New Year everyone. I'm off for the holidays but will be back on the 7th next year.

Overtaken

It seemed such a little, innocent thing at the time. But, I know now that it was something I never should have done in the first place. Afterwards, I had my excuses.
It was hot...
It would cool me down...
I wouldn't have it on for long (and the truth be told, it hadn't been)...
I wouldn't put it on full...

That little round turning switch seemed to draw my fingers to it like a magnet. I was so hot, and before long, the intense, overpowering need for cool took over. Before I knew what I was doing, the dial had turned. I looked up and saw it, the blades, once motionless now spinning slowly. With it came a refreshing rush of cool, a sudden, intense, though welcome change to the torturous heat of a moment before.

Breathing in the freshened, cooler air, enjoying it pass my face, I moved to be directly under the fan. That was where you really got the full effect of it. I looked up toward the sky, staring at the centre of the fan, the only part of it that wasn't moving and quickly became lost in my own little world.

I barely noticed myself gravitating back toward the magnetic, alluring, controlling round dial. The next thing I knew, I was back under the fan again, and it had sped up. The cool wind was rushing faster past me. Swirling around and wrapping me into it's cool, refreshing, somewhat heavenly embrace.

It spun yet faster and still I stood beneath it, basking in the coolness, the cold, the release from the sweltering heat. It was a hard, abrupt return to reality as the fan took on a mind of it's own.

Now on the highest setting it could go, it wasn't the heat but the cold that was intense. Though not a torturous one, a pleasant one. Involuntarily, my mouth fell open as the fan suddenly detached from it's fixation on the ceiling and spun wildly as it fell down, smashing, breaking and shattering the window as it cut through it and flew away.

Still, it is out there on it's rampage and I fear that one day, it will return. It will come back for me and seek it's revenge. The thing has a mind of it's own and I could tell from the brief glimpse of a blur I saw as it disappeared, it is, for some reason, bent on revenge. It's out there somewhere, on it's revengeful rampage, and all I can do is wait. I share my story because, for all I know, it could be you next. Be warned.