The Novella Life of Illuscia Nester Himawari

To the one I'll end up with, Love is not easy. It never will be. So I hope that you can find your love for me in your heart, for when the time comes that your mind couldn't process your love for me, I know that your heart will. Love is just not about happiness. It is also about sacrifice, compromise, and a lot of other unpleasant things. So let's make a very firm foundation of love, trust, and respect so that when the going gets tough, we will give it a good fight. I hope that you won't give up on me. I do not wake up at the right side of the bed all the time. Believe me, I have mood swings and it will drive you crazy. The good side that you see often is only half of who I am. I hope that you'd stay when you get to see the other half of me and believe me, it is not pleasant at all. I hope that you'd understand my insecurities and assure me that you are mine. I tend to get jealous; not that I don't trust you, it's just that I am afraid to lose you, I a...

“Anna, would you like some more tea?” A stuffed lion, several worn dolls and a teddy bear with a missing eye sat in a congenial group on the attic playroom floor. The early autumn sun slanted through the little windows, making the air hot and still and illuminating the drifting dust motes. She picked up a chipped cup and poured the imaginary tea. Downstairs her family was busy preparing for their departure. The furniture lay under white shrouds. The shutters were closed. Mother’s voice echoed through the house, ordering the servants to attend to last minute tasks. “Violet,” she admonished, “You always eat too many scones.” The doll slumped in silent attrition. She poured more tea. The trunks were loaded, the locks checked and rechecked. Mother and her brothers and sisters and the servants climbed into the four waiting carriages, amid much commotion, and rattled away. The sun was slanting low through the little attic windows and dusk was filling the playroom when she noticed the fading ...

By Byron Kastilahn Re: Your Biggest Fan I’ll admit This wasn’t my plan But I’ve always been Your biggest fan It was a dare, you see Email the actor Of your favorite movie They said, “There’s no harm in tryin’” And when I got your response I was practically dyin’ But the content of your response Your fiendish, conniving plot Oh You dirty Dirty boy “I can’t accept your love.” You told me “I’ve already got someone” Then My good friend My beautiful Beautiful friend Why did you respond In the very first place And I thought “It must be a mistake.” You’re playing with me Toying with me Being, “naughty” I love naughty Naughty boys That’s why I’m typing this On my Android Right outside your house Signed: Your Biggest Fan