Part 5

I remember back to that day. With sadness, for Mildred, but also excitement, at this new self mystery. I left work that day, and went into the old town square where there were several giant oak trees. I was bombarded by all the people there… and I wished that I could be somewhere far above them, away, beyond. And I suddenly noticed a beautiful big branch of one of the trees just over city hall. As I looked at it, it seemed to capture me with its allure. It happened again…. Everyone slowed down… the sound faded away, then it was silent. I looked up at the branch again, and felt the security that would come if I could only be away from these people that would scream at me. Then something amazing happened. As I went to take a step to move closer to the tree, I realized that the soles of my shoes weren’t touching the ground! I was floating! But just as I felt it was there… I felt it fading away, so with the last of it, I flew to the tree branch…. I sat on that branch for hours. I watched as Mildred frantically tried to tell the towns people of what I had done. How I must be cursed or evil. I didn’t come down, I didn’t argue, I didn’t try to stop her. I only sat there and cried. Then, as the sun went down, I looked up at the sunset. How beautiful the sky was… but no one even noticed.. everyone was too busy with their lives, and their watches, and their schedules… That’s the day I learned… but Im more special now thatn I could have ever imagined on THAT day.

part 4

Just as I thought I would finally work up the courage to make her mine, it all came undone. I heard the sound rush back in around me. WHHOSH, CRASH. The cup hit the ground. I whirled around to see the place I had been standing the when the world went still. There was the cup of coffee, and the man who had seen it falling, but had never seen me. Then I saw Mildred. She had seen me. I looked at her, and as I did, she screamed. My sudden vanishing act and reappearance must have terrified her, as I can imagine it would. She ran out of the dinner that day, and didn’t come back. That was over 60 years ago. The day it all started. Mildred is old and withered now, me, im just the same. 20… maybe 22, I don’t really even fully remember how old I am exactly.

Part 3

All at once several things occurred. I saw the coffee cup falling and as a reflex I went to try to stop it and I swear, that for just a moment, everything slowed down. Then it all stopped. Everything. And as I saw the look of the man’s face as he watched the cup falling, I realized everything had just paused. Stopped. Froze. I looked at Mildred; her face still placid, calm, and beautiful,. She hadn’t had the time to react to this accident yet, considering everything stopped… I walked over to her, carefully avoiding the other dinner folk that seemed to be frozen. I sat down in Mildred’s booth, opposite to her. I looked at her face. Her Ruby red lips. Bright Green eyes. Flowing brown-red hair. The kind of girl you see on television, only in black and white.

Part 2

Earlier that day, I noticed things behaving strangely. And I mean in the “defying physics” sort of way. I had been working in a dinner and I was serving a young lady a cup of coffee. She had told me her name was Mildred Montague and I immediately thought of Romeo and Juliet. While all of these thoughts swirled around in my head, a man was scooting his chair backward so that he could stand up, which cleanly knocked the tray and cup of coffee off the tray, only four feet from Mildred’s table.

Part 1

I once was sitting on top of a tree branch. I remember how beautiful the sky was that day. I thought it was odd that none of the other people seemed to notice, they were all too busy with their lives, and their watches, and their schedules. But on that day, I learned that I was different and special for so many reasons.

Do you like to read at all? If so, then what is your favorite thing you have ever read?

Nest

Once I saw a baby bird.

It did not know how to fly.

I kept the bird and fed it well,

in hopes that it would never die.

It grew and grew, day by day

and one day the birdie flew away.

at that moment i was sad

my baby bird had left at last

but then i wasnt sad at all

becasue my baby didnt fall

i loved, and taught, and cared so well,

that birdie flew instead of fell!

and surely and she flew away,

she flew right back that very same day.

she had a twig held in her mouth

and placed it carefully on my shelf

again, she flew away, but then came back,

and the single twig became a stack

days went by, these actions proceded,

i thought my twigs were getting depleted..

she flew to my shelf to get some rest,

and there i found a tiny nest

I thought, so proud of her i was

her silly games had some purpose

I carefully looked, i even crept,

and in her nest, three eggs were kept…

not only was my birdie all grown up now

but she gotten knocked up and laid eggs somehow…

I wondered if she would still love me

after her babies had broken free

but sure enough, when the eggies cracked,

Sabrina always let me come back,

she let me hold the tiny things

while she found food that she could bring

but one day the babies flew one day

but did not return the same way

and soon their mother passed away

but that nest on my shelf is in my heart,

and won’t ever fade away.

Pursuit of Happiness…

You want to know what happiness is?

It’s waking up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason,

shifting under the blankets and feeling the heat of the person next to you.

You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent, and vulnerable state,

and you know that there is nothing more pure and beautiful.

They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone’s shoulder but their

own.

You smile, kiss their face in the most gentle manner so as not to wake them.

You turn back around and an involuntary grin forms on your own face.

You feel an arm wrap around your waist, and you know it doesn’t get any better than

this… and you want moments like this to last and last forever.

What is happiness to you?

MirrorLand- Chapter 1- Isolation.

I had the dream again. what was my name, and what was that place?. It seemed to emanate from beyond my computer screen. I almost remember falling in. Impossible, right? right? I definitely could feel that something big was going to happen; like a door of  fate or destiny was about to open. I probably just watch to much sci-fi, and read 10 times more.

“Nathan! Are you paying attention?”

Whoops, I seemed to have drifted off again. I stared at my open computer screen, I was supposed to have taken notes during this lecture.

“Yes Professor Grey.”

“Let’s hear what notes you’ve taken, then.”

Oh, crud. I should have known he’d do that. I looked down at my blank screen…

What am I going to do? Suddenly, words appeared on the screen as if I were typing.

Need some help?

I looked around, in disbelief…

“Well, Nathan Takiyoma?”

YES! I thought.

Suddenly, pages upon pages streamed down my screen, it looked as if it were all of the information dictated by the professor.

“The Medulla oblongata is the base in the brain of which aggression if formed. the hippocampus is..”

“Very well then, that will do.”

a small smirk of pure satisfaction cracked on my face. Nate 1, Evil Professor 0.

That afternoon on the way home from the train station, my mind was wandering again, it almost felt as though the world was slowing down around me. I walked by a computer store. There was a single camera that the store had rigged to show up on a bunch of different T.V. screens. I stopped in front of the store, like I always do, but this time it seemed different. The screens seemed to almost have a pulse. Then, I seemed to be connected to them, or rather that they were controlling me. pulling me in. losing myself. Silence swept all around me. Absoulute silence. the world around me started to fade away. the day light dimmed…

HONK HONK.

Suddenly all the screens went to static, and the sound of the busy street rushed in all around me, and I realized it was just me standing in front of a store in the middle of the day. I looked up to see about a dozen screens with the image of a skinny, tall asian boy, with jet black hair and light green eyes, standing there staring out from the screen.

“Hey, if you’re not going to buy anything, kid, then get outta here!” The store manager screamed at me.

I decided to move along.

When I got home, it seemed quiet. My house was never quiet, you could usually hear some sort of event or episode from about sixty feet away, but not today. I eased the front door open, listening, I might have even been smelling, trying anything to find some evidence of why this peculiar serenity struck the impossibly dysfunctional house of the Takiyoma zoo. It wasn’t actually a zoo, but there was 6 kids, including me, and two on the way, and that was just from my parents. My aunt and uncle also live here, they have four of their own. my family is a family of multiples. I am a twin, my brother and I are fourteen, but my brother is so different from me, you would never be able to tell we were twins, unless of course you looked at us. Then there are the quadruplets , two boys and two girls, they are going to turn five in about two months. My cousins are sixteen, girls. they can be very kind, loving and generous, as long as you aren’t me. I am lucky I have my own room. Sure, its the highest room, and I think it was supposed to be the attic, but it was mine, it was my escape. Plus, considering the size of my family, the fact that I had a room to myself was somewhat of a miracle.

It was a pretty huge room, it was a pretty huge house. My room has three levels, the walking area, the room part with my bed, computer, and my gadgets, then, there was my alcove,at the top of the ladder. It was about eight feet higher than the rest of my room, and the word “alcove” is an under statement, it was like another room altogether! A small Stair-like ladder went up into the alcove that had window on all sides. There was a small pad for me to lay on in front of one of the five huge windows that looked out onto the surrounding houses, and in the distance, the city, my school, the galleria, everything. my own watch tower…

I almost forgot, why was no one home?… that has never happened, has it? I ran down two flights of stairs, and into the kitchen, there was a note from my dad, it said, “went out”

OBVIOUSLY, I thought.

So back up to my room I went. Naturally, I sat down at my computer first thing.

I turn it on and the screen lit up. I logged on to my normal chat room, there was always people in there, not friends exactly, but usually someone was in there, and I could strike up a conversation.  I sat for about two minutes and realized that no one was on right now, which was strange considering that anyone IN THE WORLD could access this chatroom… yet NO ONE was in it. Suddenly I realized how alone I was. I was almost never alone in this house. The only time I was left here alone was when my family went to Oregon to visit my aunt, but I have become ill just before the trip and asked to stay home alone. Not only was I alone in the house, but the chatroom was empty as well. This chat room is usually full of activity. It seemed that, all at once, the world around me was empty. There weren’t even any cars on the street below, even in the distance towards the city, I saw no cars or people. I looked down at my computer screen. I watched the cursor blink… waiting fro me to type something… anything. I knew no one was in the chat room because my name was the only name in the list of online chatters, however, I decided, It couldn’t hurt just to type for my own peace of mind. So I typed a simple

HI.

For a moment I almost thought that an answer would come from no where. HA, I was really losing it. But then it happened.

Hello Nathan.

It startled me and I jumped slightly, knocking over a small jar or Ticonderoga Pencils off of my desk, causing a large raucous.

Who is this? I asked.

We need your help Nathan…

(To Be Continued)