Where The Sun Never Rises

I used to love sunsets, sitting at the beach, hot chocolate in hand, a blanket wrapped around me, being surrounded by the sounds of the waves colliding with one another. There’s nothing more comforting than watching the sunset. I’ve never felt so at peace, like all my worries were gone. Little did I know, that would be the last time the sunset. Everything is just a void to me now. I’ve never yearned to see the sunrise again but here I am, sitting on my porch wishing something would just HAPPEN. I hate the memories made at the beach, hot chocolate is revolting, I miss the warmth of the sun, the noises of the waves colliding with one another hurts my ears. My skin is pasty and pale, the sun that was once there to warm my body, leaving my skin sun kissed. Yet, I am stuck with the moonlight reflecting off of what was once my tan skin. I would never wish this on anyone.

The Board That Speaks

The group thought it was a good idea to play around with a Ouija Board, then again this is how all sleepovers start. They all placed their fingers on the centerpiece as it began to move, they all laughed and accused each other of moving it since things can’t move on their own. As the sun went down, the game got more tense. They all called it a night, saying goodnight to each other and their new friend. The centerpiece of the Ouija Board spelling out the words “goodnight”.

The Man With a Top Hat

You can tell a lot by what someone is wearing. Cheetah print? Most likely obsessed with the 2000s or is self-centered. Leather? Either rich or some sort of metal fanatic. But.. one figure in particular I cannot pinpoint. I was working in my cubicle which was conveniently in front of a window where I can procrastinate on my files I’m supposed to work on to observe the people of the busy city. A man in a black trench coat staring at me with a hat so hooded that it covered the majority if not all.. Of his face. I worked the night shift today, which is beneficial in some way because I have nothing to be distracted with, when the busy city is quiet. I left the office, walking to my car which was not too far. There I saw him, the man in the trench coat. May I help you? I called out, no response. I never saw him again.

Insomnia

I can’t sleep, I say to myself. The days where I dreaded being awake, being exhausted from studying till sun rise and sun down just to get a grade that I’m somewhat happy with on my final exam. The day I finally can get rest and a full 8 hours of good sleep, and I can’t sleep. What is this monstrosity? I yearned for at least a 30 minute nap and I was given the chance to sleep for a good 8 hours, and yet I am wide awake. Being a full time student is definitely difficult, restless nights, no breakfast or lunch, just studying, writing, reading, revising.

The Girl With Long Hair

There was a girl with the most gorgeous, beautiful, enchanting locks I’ve ever seen. We only ever see her at night, roaming the halls of the castle. I think she is a princess but, I don’t know, she never talks. Even when we wave to her while she is gazing out the window, she never even bats an eye. She’s expressionless, never seen a smile, never seen a frown. I assume it’s because she doesn’t want wrinkles. She is bound to marry someone, someone as beautiful, gorgeous, and enchanting as her. Sooner or later, I see her at the church. The church bells chiming, the birds singing, everyone is in awe at her gorgeous, beautiful, enchanting dress. She stands petite in front of a man who is at least 20 years older than her. I’ve never seen her face so full of emotion, so full of misery, as she muttered the words I do….