Raindrops of Thinking

  - by Blue                         There was a spell laid upon the hearth of the family home. It struck the children of the house with an unfortunate fate. Gloom and doom became the norm for these kids, a silent prey that brought them the slightest discomfort in an almost satisfying life. But they could live with it. They considered everything normal. The curse was nothing more than an inconvenience. It was a little bug in the matrix that didn't need fixing. Just something you get used to after a while.                          The story went on until those children had children of their own, and their children after them. The family grew like the scriptures intended, the spell then forgotten after so many centuries and lifetimes passed. Along with the tale of the spell buried in the sands of time was the solution to the misfortunes that ...

  - by Blue She moved here in the middle of the semester. No reasons. No warnings. Just a lightning strike that caused a rumble after it flashed a light for everyone to see.  She left a small thunder, not a loud one. So small that I fear I was the only one who heard.  Everyone saw she was there. Everyone was sure she was present in the room somehow. a friend they could always rely on when needed. But it seemed to me that she fit in so much after a brief display of light that no one noticed she was always lurking. Lingering in the corners. Waiting to be called.  But I never forgot that she was in the same space as I was.  Maybe it was because of that thunder I keep rambling on about. A faint sound from a far-off place that humans have yet to see. But I feel that if I listen to it more earnestly, I might see something there. It bothers me that I would be the only one to notice, though. What's so special about me? Nothing.  But I don't wonder that she would be...

  - by blue She never lingered as long as a minute when passing by the mirror situated in the hallway connecting the front door to the living room. Her feet didn't stop their flighty steps when she came by it, refusing to take a single glance at its reflective surface. It helped that the mirror was placed at the top of an antique shelf, with carved out roses and a shiny varnish. That meant all she had to do was remain below. But oh, the temptation! It was time for her early morning walks again. To do that, she had to cross the very same hallway that had the mirror to get to the door and out into the yard. She'd have to leave the cozy safety her velvet sofa provided. But the morning walk was an essential daily routine. The neighbors would have to answer to her as usual, and she couldn't do that while lying inside the house. It would be cowardly of her to yell at them from the glass windows that would probably mute her voice in the end. The risks shouldn't stop her. That ...