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As Fragile as a FlowerOf all the terms that could be associated with Cupcake, "fragile" was not one of them. It wasn't until she got deathly sick last school year did others started seeing her that way. She was hospitalized most of the time for an illness that the doctors could not identify, only that it was something serious.
Cupcake rarely saw her friends anymore. Jamie would visit her everyday after school, but eventually his academics became too demanding. He always denied his stress, insisting he would rather spend his free hours with her. Whether he admit it to himself or not, she knew that these meetings were taking a toll on him. So she begged the nurses to make up excuses (she was sleeping, at an appointment, in an operation, anything…) to send him away if he tried to come by. She then only saw him every other Friday, and occasionally an entire Saturday.
Her parents weren't the same since they received her diagnosis. They mourned for their little princess' health, crying themselves
My VoiceCupcake was on the verge of hyperventilating, watching the black sand take form into a being that looked like her mirror image. It smiled at her darkly once it completed its transformation.
"How does it feel, Cupcake?" the creature asked mockingly. "To no longer have any nightmares…"
Is that my voice? Cupcake thought as she clutched at her throat. Is that my voice? Her eyes passed over Pitch. He took my voice! He took my voice!
The Nightmare King walked past the wicked-looking version of herself. He encircled her a few times as she tried to scream, but no noise resonated. She felt his hand slip onto her shoulder, and he whispered into her ear, "It looks like you and Sandy has more in common than sweet dreams…"
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End of My Voice
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WinJack dropped his staff from his trembling hands, falling to his knees in defeat. Panting heavily, he glared at his enemy. He was too exhausted to continue to fight back, but he resented Pitch for being superior in their battle. The Guardian blamed himself for losing, for letting his rival take the very most precious thing he had away from him.
Pitch let out a long, loud cackle. Then, understatedly, he said, "I win."
The Nightmare prince stood by his side, golden eyes shining bright from behind the black hood he wore over his head. His princess stood to his other side, her stare less tolerant than the boy's. Pitch narrowed his gaze on her, aware of her tendency to contravene. She knew perfectly well what would happen if she tried to defy him.
"No…" she said simply, glancing at Jamie as half of their Nightmare army appeared beside him. Pitch took full notice of the dark horses, backing away as they advanced on him. They gathered around the two children. Cupcake finished, "We
Spinach PuffsHis light was going to be snuffed.
Jamie breathed heavily, staring at his reflection in the decadent mirror. The royal uniform he wore was much like the antique mirror, aged and deteriorating. If this was what being a prince looked like, then he was obviously not fit for the role. Not that he had much of a choice. He was being initiated by tomorrow morning. When he loses his mortality, then he will become next in line to the Nightmare throne.
This was his last night as a human.
"You better get down there," he prepped himself. "They're waiting for you…" The Bennett boy turned his heel, and marched down the spiraling staircase. He was invited to have his last meal as an earth child. As he neared the dining hall, he could hear the underground ruler speaking to his other dinner guest. Emerging from the shadowed entry, the boogeyman came into view.
"Jamie…" the Nightmare King greeted. "So wonderful it is for you to join us…"
Jamie hesitated, even when he saw Cupca
A Cruel IronyThe Nightmare King never thought that capturing the Last Light would be so easy, but here he was, confined in the depths of his dungeons. That Bennett child was well protected among his familiars, both from the mortal and spirit realm. It was near impossible to get close to him… but then Pitch found an important key to the boy's downfall. All it took was getting one of the urchin's friends to join his side, and by simply removing a link to Jamie's support, he was vulnerable.
"So, what do you think, Jamie?" he teased. "Do you believe in the boogeyman?"
"There's no such thing…" the boy muttered darkly. He looked up to challenge his abductor. "The Guardians are more powerful than you'll ever be! They'll know what you're up to, and they will tear you down!" The man let out a sadistic laugh at that, which caused Jamie to bristle. "You don't believe me?"
"Oh, I believe in you," Pitch told him with a devious smile. "I'm just not afraid of you." He stalked out of the room and shu
GravyCupcake hated gravy. No matter what she ate, everything was smothered that fatty brown juice. She despised the very taste, smell, the sight of it, that she stopped eating. She refused to consume anything for weeks, because she couldn't get away from the grotesque sauce. It looked alive, a black blob solidifying into a hideously demonic figure, with eyes and teeth and claws, crawling out of her dish to eat her soul.
She couldn't look at food anymore. Her stomach protested, but she denied herself of anything edible. Eating nothing was better than having to eat that disgusting thick liquid. She gotten down the routine of deceiving her friends into thinking that she was eating lunch, but several weeks and weight loss later, they probably started to catch on. Now they've tricked her into joining them for lunch at the diner.
"Is there anything on this menu that is not swimming in gravy?" she grumbled.
Caleb looked puzzled. "What gravy?"
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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