Jane and Sophie are roommates and the best of friends. They are both in Sophie’s room; Jane is reading a book wile Sophie is rummaging through her closet.
Sophie: I’m not sure what to do, what do you think?
Jane: Do about what?
Sophie: My Date Tonight! Weren’t You Listening To Me?!
Jane: I don’t know, why do you bother with that anyways? He’s just a stupid boy.
Sophie: Have You Lost Your Mind!
Jane: *shrugs*
Sophie: He Is Not Just Some Stupid Boy; He Is The Star Quarterback For The Longhorns!
Jane: Ok, whatever.
Sophie: Anyways, So what should I do about my hair? Do you think it would be too much to put it up? And what about my clothes is a sun dress too much? Should I wear a more casual outfit? Or maybe I should wear something more formal? Oh I just don’t know. What do you think?
Without saying a word Jane gets up and leaves to go to her room to finish reading her book.
Sophie: Some help you are!
Sophie picks up her cell phone and calls her mom. Sophie’s mom is the best and always knows what to do.
Mom: Hello?
Sophie: Hey mom, so I have a major problem, I have no idea what to wear or how to do my makeup or my hair. Help?!
Mom: Well why don’t you tell me where you are going, that might help me understand better what you need.
Sophie: Did I Not Tell You!? I Have A Date With Josh Alan! The Star Quarterback For The Texas Longhorns!!!
Mom: Oh Sophie! That is exciting. Do you have any idea were he is taking you?
Sophie: He is taking me to dinner and a movie. Oh Mom I’m Just So Ridiculously Excited I Don’t Know What Too Do!
Mom: Well where is Jane? Couldn’t she help you with all of this?
Sophie: Jane’s in her room immersed in some book. She’s been acting really weird lately, I feel like I don’t even know her anymore. She doesn’t seem to care about anything she used too.
Mom: Have you tried talking to her?
Sophie: No, not yet. I just don’t know what to say. I mean if something is really bothering her I feel like she would tell me. I mean were best friends. Why wouldn’t she tell me?
Mom: Well maybe she is embarrassed or scared. You really should try talking to her. Well honey I have to go start making dinner but before I go, you should wear those cute black jeans with the embroidered sides, that sapphire dress shirt that makes your eyes look so beautiful and the sapphire ballet flats. Also, keep your hair down and curly and don’t wear too much makeup. I love you dear, have fun on your date and remember what I said about Jane. Good Bye.
Sophie: Good bye mom, I love you too.
Sophie put down her cell phone, sat on her bed and looked over at her desk. On her bulletin bored what a collage of pictures that Jane had made her of the two of them a couple years ago. It was hard for Sophie to believe that they had met each other only two years ago, it seemed as though they had known each other for there entire lives. She could only think of one word to describe it, Soul Mates. Sophie picked up her phone yup again and dialed Josh’s number.
Josh: Hey Soph, what’s up?
Sophie: Hey Josh, I was wondering, would it be ok with you if we moved our date to tomorrow night. I need some girl time with my roommate. Is that ok?
Josh: Yea, sure, I understand. See you tomorrow then, seven p.m.?
Sophie: Definitely
Josh: Aight Soph, cya then!
Sophie: Thanks again Josh. Bye!
Josh: Bye.
Sophie put her cell phone down on her bed, threw on her favorite wholly jeans, a t-shirt, tied her hair back in a pony tale, and grabbed her comforter. She walked out into the living room and toward Jane’s room.
Sophie: Hey.
Jane: *looked up and smiled* What happened with your date fiasco?
Sophie: Meh, that can wait. *goes to sit by Jane on her bed* Are you ok?
Jane: *an extreme sadness comes over Jane, as she leans into Sophie’s lamp, she starts to cry*
Sophie: What’s wrong Jany? *stroking Jane’s hair*
Jane: A couple months ago my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. When she told me I felt like everything in the world was coming to the end and that trivial things didn’t matter all that much anymore.
Sophie: Oh god, Jany. Why didn’t you tell me?
Jane: I don’t know. I was just so upset when I heard; I just wanted to believe it wasn’t true. I’m sorry I didn’t tall you.
Sophie: I’m sorry too, you just seemed so down and I didn’t even take a moment to ask you why. You’re my best friend and I’ll always be here for you. Forgive me?
Jane: Only if you forgive me first.
Sophie: Deal.
Sophie and Jane hugged and then went into there living room to watch there favorite TV show Americas Next Top Model and pig out together, Friends Forever.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
October
On a clear October night she looked down at the town of San Isabel from her balcony. She wondered what the night had in store for her and the rest of the town. Looking down on the town she had called her own for many years, Evangeline watched and waited for something or someone.
Moments later Derik walked out of a horror movie on that clear October night. As he walked to his downtown apartment something made him look up at the old abandoned Castle. He couldn’t explain why he found himself drawn to the Castle. It was called the Clementine Castle. The rumor was that the daughter of Dr. Clementine haunted the castle, which was a favorite Halloween story of the town. However, the closer it got to Halloween the more the story felt real. Derik Thompson had grown up in a little larger town just north of San Isabel, in Colorado Springs. His life was normal enough, with a mother, a father, a brother, a sister and a dog named Smith. But, through this normality Derik dreamt of adventure and seeing the world. When Derik was twelve years old his family took a vacation in the summer to San Isabel. There Derik was instantly enthralled with Clementine Castle and the stories it held. So much so that even through all of Derik’s schooling he continuously was doing research on the castles myths. When he graduated with his PHD there was only one place Derik wished to go, San Isabel, to continue his work on Clementine Castle.
Derik’s apartment was neat and tidy, but in no way small or unfurnished. He lived on the top floor of a 5 story apartment complex with a wall of windows in the living room that looked out to see the magnificent castle reaching toward the sky at the top of a mountain. His living room was big with comfy couches, wood floors, a big plush rug and a fireplace that was always burning. The Kitchen was modest and of to the left from the living room. The bedroom and bathroom were large, situated also to the right but next to the kitchen. It had a great big king bed with more large windows that showed a view of the city. The bathroom had a large tub and separate shower, with huge counter and a big closet.
Most nights when Derik was finished with work or finished with his evening activity he would come home to his apartment alone. He would make a cup of coffee and sits down in his living room to stare at the castle and look over his research. When he slept Derik would dream of what the daughter of Dr. Clementine would look like in today’s society. He has seen old photographs of her and she was truly an enchanting woman to study. He dreamed that her hair would be long and auburn, the color of autumn. Her skin would be soft and ivory like a statue of a goddess. Hey eyes would be green like emeralds and her lips as red as rubies. Derik would wake up with that image of her in his mind morning after morning.
On the evening of October 25th, Derik was coming home from a local bar when he noticed that there was a letter taped to his door. The letter read:
To: Mr. Thompson
Hello, my name is Erik Damour. I am the current owner of the Clementine Castle and would like to invite you to a very exclusive action of the property. You are receiving the invitation based on the interest you have shown towards the property. The action will be October 30th, 7:00pm at The Clementine Castle. If you do not show up on time I will not be permitted to give you any more of my attention.
Sincerely
Erik Damour
After reading this letter Derik sank into the couch that faced the mountain and the Castle. This was it he thought, the moment that he had always waited for but never thought he would get. He was finally going to be able to go inside the Castle that had been a part of his like since his childhood.
The next five days were a complete blur. All Derik could think of was the Castle, more so than he ever had before. October 30th finally came, in the form of a bitter cold cloudy night. Derik did not even have to consider what he would wear to the Castle, after his shower he went to his closet and pulled out a nice pair of black shoes, black slacks, blood red button down shirt and a black leather jacket. At 5:30pm Derik went down to the garage and took off the cover of his jet black Aston Martin V12 Vanquish. He did not drive it very much but it was one of his favorite toys.
Derik knew that it was only going to take him an hour tops to get to the giant iron gate of the Clementine Castle, but he hated to be late and dared not to be for this. Derik slowed to a stop a couple feet from the giant black iron gate with stone walls protruding out from each side which surrounded the grounds. He was not sure if he should wait or get out to see if he could call someone or open the gate himself. At the same moment when Derik had decided to get out of his car the great gate opened to reveal a long driveway that circled right in front of the steps to a gorgeous castle. It took Derik a couple minutes to compose himself from feeling like he was going to jump out of his skin. As soon as he felt composed he drove through the gates and up in front of the stares. When his car came to a stop he got out and rounded his car. As soon as he got to the other side of his car he looked up to the two great wood doors to see a man standing just outside them. He came toward Derik with a brilliant smile. He was a decently tall man, the same height as himself, Derik thought. The man had sandy blond hair, wore nice black shoes, black jeans, and a blue button down shirt the color of sapphires. The man walked directly up to Derik and offered his hand.
Hello, you must be Derik Thompson, I am Erik Damour.
Taking Erik’s hand in his they exchanged greetings and small talk about the drive.
Why don’t you come join the rest of the group with me in the study Derik?
Where should I park my car?
Oh do not worry about it; Smith will take good care of it for you.
Turning only slightly to the left Derik notices that a man was standing only a couple feet away from them. How come he had not noticed him before? Smith was a small old man, probably around his 50’s, wearing dark jeans and a dark t-shirt. Derik gave smith the keys and followed Erik into the Castle.
Might I ask who we are joining?
Do not worry Derik, all will be revealed in good time.
The two men walked through the great wood doors into an entry way decorated in white with marble floors and a fantastic staircase that wound around to the right and the left. There were three hallways that went off from this main entry way, Derik fallowed Erik to the right down a white hallway and turned again to the left into a wood walled study. When they entered the study Derik noticed that the wall in front of him was all mirrors two stories tall, the other three walls held all books. More books than Derik had ever seen in a house. There were also three other individuals in the room besides himself and Erik. A middle aged man was sitting in a comfy arm chair facing the fireplace with a book in his lap, feverishly flipping the pages and had not even notices that we had come into the room. The other two individuals were younger women, most likely in there twenties. One of the women had black hair set off by a sapphire cocktail dress and black heels; the other had blond hair and was wearing a black cocktail dress that dipped incredible low so you could see the swell of her back. Derik stood in the doorway uncertain of were he was suppose to go. Erik crossed the room to the two women standing by the wall of windows and wrapped his arms around the women in the sapphire dress, kissing her lightly on the neck. Erik spoke quickly to the two women and the three of them moved over to the chairs by the fireplace, were the other man was sitting. He motioned to Derik to come over and take a seat.
Now that we are all here, Erik began; we can start with introductions and then take a tour of the house. To my left is Katrina Drake, Katrina is a novelist from Bolder. Next to her is John Henderson, John is a professor from Denver. Next to him is Derik Thompson, Derik is an entrepreneur from Colorado Springs but lives right here in San Isabel. Last but certainly not least, to my right is my wife, Amelia Damour, originally Amelia Clementine.
As soon as Erik said her last name Derik felt a power come about him that he did not recognize, a power that he quickly dismissed as heat from being to close or nervousness.
Now that we all know each other, let us take a tour of the house. Then we will come back here and discuss some business.
Erik and Amelia gracefully got up from there chairs and headed to the door, arm in arm. John followed almost on their heels. Derik motioned for Katrina to go next which she did without even a second glance. The tour consisted of seeing the kitchen, the dinning room, the ball room, the living room, and the four bedrooms upstairs. Erik and Amelia did not take them up to the four columns, were you can walk around the top of the castle, just lightly mentioned it. Derik wondered what was up there, and if Erik and Amelia were hiding anything. They all reconvened in the study next to the fire were champaign was waiting for them.
After they had all sat down next to the fire with their champaign glasses, Erik began to explain how this auction was going to pan out.
Since all of you are extraordinary individuals my wife and I have come to an agreement on how we are going to auction this property. We propose that the three of you along with Amelia and I will stay in the house for the weekend. By the end of the weekend Amelia and I will know the best decision to make on whom to give the property to. Do not feel like you must stay, if you do not feel comfortable with these terms you are free to leave whenever you would like. But may I caution you that if you do leave before Amelia and I have decided to whom the property should go to we will consider you uninterested in the property.
Moments later Derik walked out of a horror movie on that clear October night. As he walked to his downtown apartment something made him look up at the old abandoned Castle. He couldn’t explain why he found himself drawn to the Castle. It was called the Clementine Castle. The rumor was that the daughter of Dr. Clementine haunted the castle, which was a favorite Halloween story of the town. However, the closer it got to Halloween the more the story felt real. Derik Thompson had grown up in a little larger town just north of San Isabel, in Colorado Springs. His life was normal enough, with a mother, a father, a brother, a sister and a dog named Smith. But, through this normality Derik dreamt of adventure and seeing the world. When Derik was twelve years old his family took a vacation in the summer to San Isabel. There Derik was instantly enthralled with Clementine Castle and the stories it held. So much so that even through all of Derik’s schooling he continuously was doing research on the castles myths. When he graduated with his PHD there was only one place Derik wished to go, San Isabel, to continue his work on Clementine Castle.
Derik’s apartment was neat and tidy, but in no way small or unfurnished. He lived on the top floor of a 5 story apartment complex with a wall of windows in the living room that looked out to see the magnificent castle reaching toward the sky at the top of a mountain. His living room was big with comfy couches, wood floors, a big plush rug and a fireplace that was always burning. The Kitchen was modest and of to the left from the living room. The bedroom and bathroom were large, situated also to the right but next to the kitchen. It had a great big king bed with more large windows that showed a view of the city. The bathroom had a large tub and separate shower, with huge counter and a big closet.
Most nights when Derik was finished with work or finished with his evening activity he would come home to his apartment alone. He would make a cup of coffee and sits down in his living room to stare at the castle and look over his research. When he slept Derik would dream of what the daughter of Dr. Clementine would look like in today’s society. He has seen old photographs of her and she was truly an enchanting woman to study. He dreamed that her hair would be long and auburn, the color of autumn. Her skin would be soft and ivory like a statue of a goddess. Hey eyes would be green like emeralds and her lips as red as rubies. Derik would wake up with that image of her in his mind morning after morning.
On the evening of October 25th, Derik was coming home from a local bar when he noticed that there was a letter taped to his door. The letter read:
To: Mr. Thompson
Hello, my name is Erik Damour. I am the current owner of the Clementine Castle and would like to invite you to a very exclusive action of the property. You are receiving the invitation based on the interest you have shown towards the property. The action will be October 30th, 7:00pm at The Clementine Castle. If you do not show up on time I will not be permitted to give you any more of my attention.
Sincerely
Erik Damour
After reading this letter Derik sank into the couch that faced the mountain and the Castle. This was it he thought, the moment that he had always waited for but never thought he would get. He was finally going to be able to go inside the Castle that had been a part of his like since his childhood.
The next five days were a complete blur. All Derik could think of was the Castle, more so than he ever had before. October 30th finally came, in the form of a bitter cold cloudy night. Derik did not even have to consider what he would wear to the Castle, after his shower he went to his closet and pulled out a nice pair of black shoes, black slacks, blood red button down shirt and a black leather jacket. At 5:30pm Derik went down to the garage and took off the cover of his jet black Aston Martin V12 Vanquish. He did not drive it very much but it was one of his favorite toys.
Derik knew that it was only going to take him an hour tops to get to the giant iron gate of the Clementine Castle, but he hated to be late and dared not to be for this. Derik slowed to a stop a couple feet from the giant black iron gate with stone walls protruding out from each side which surrounded the grounds. He was not sure if he should wait or get out to see if he could call someone or open the gate himself. At the same moment when Derik had decided to get out of his car the great gate opened to reveal a long driveway that circled right in front of the steps to a gorgeous castle. It took Derik a couple minutes to compose himself from feeling like he was going to jump out of his skin. As soon as he felt composed he drove through the gates and up in front of the stares. When his car came to a stop he got out and rounded his car. As soon as he got to the other side of his car he looked up to the two great wood doors to see a man standing just outside them. He came toward Derik with a brilliant smile. He was a decently tall man, the same height as himself, Derik thought. The man had sandy blond hair, wore nice black shoes, black jeans, and a blue button down shirt the color of sapphires. The man walked directly up to Derik and offered his hand.
Hello, you must be Derik Thompson, I am Erik Damour.
Taking Erik’s hand in his they exchanged greetings and small talk about the drive.
Why don’t you come join the rest of the group with me in the study Derik?
Where should I park my car?
Oh do not worry about it; Smith will take good care of it for you.
Turning only slightly to the left Derik notices that a man was standing only a couple feet away from them. How come he had not noticed him before? Smith was a small old man, probably around his 50’s, wearing dark jeans and a dark t-shirt. Derik gave smith the keys and followed Erik into the Castle.
Might I ask who we are joining?
Do not worry Derik, all will be revealed in good time.
The two men walked through the great wood doors into an entry way decorated in white with marble floors and a fantastic staircase that wound around to the right and the left. There were three hallways that went off from this main entry way, Derik fallowed Erik to the right down a white hallway and turned again to the left into a wood walled study. When they entered the study Derik noticed that the wall in front of him was all mirrors two stories tall, the other three walls held all books. More books than Derik had ever seen in a house. There were also three other individuals in the room besides himself and Erik. A middle aged man was sitting in a comfy arm chair facing the fireplace with a book in his lap, feverishly flipping the pages and had not even notices that we had come into the room. The other two individuals were younger women, most likely in there twenties. One of the women had black hair set off by a sapphire cocktail dress and black heels; the other had blond hair and was wearing a black cocktail dress that dipped incredible low so you could see the swell of her back. Derik stood in the doorway uncertain of were he was suppose to go. Erik crossed the room to the two women standing by the wall of windows and wrapped his arms around the women in the sapphire dress, kissing her lightly on the neck. Erik spoke quickly to the two women and the three of them moved over to the chairs by the fireplace, were the other man was sitting. He motioned to Derik to come over and take a seat.
Now that we are all here, Erik began; we can start with introductions and then take a tour of the house. To my left is Katrina Drake, Katrina is a novelist from Bolder. Next to her is John Henderson, John is a professor from Denver. Next to him is Derik Thompson, Derik is an entrepreneur from Colorado Springs but lives right here in San Isabel. Last but certainly not least, to my right is my wife, Amelia Damour, originally Amelia Clementine.
As soon as Erik said her last name Derik felt a power come about him that he did not recognize, a power that he quickly dismissed as heat from being to close or nervousness.
Now that we all know each other, let us take a tour of the house. Then we will come back here and discuss some business.
Erik and Amelia gracefully got up from there chairs and headed to the door, arm in arm. John followed almost on their heels. Derik motioned for Katrina to go next which she did without even a second glance. The tour consisted of seeing the kitchen, the dinning room, the ball room, the living room, and the four bedrooms upstairs. Erik and Amelia did not take them up to the four columns, were you can walk around the top of the castle, just lightly mentioned it. Derik wondered what was up there, and if Erik and Amelia were hiding anything. They all reconvened in the study next to the fire were champaign was waiting for them.
After they had all sat down next to the fire with their champaign glasses, Erik began to explain how this auction was going to pan out.
Since all of you are extraordinary individuals my wife and I have come to an agreement on how we are going to auction this property. We propose that the three of you along with Amelia and I will stay in the house for the weekend. By the end of the weekend Amelia and I will know the best decision to make on whom to give the property to. Do not feel like you must stay, if you do not feel comfortable with these terms you are free to leave whenever you would like. But may I caution you that if you do leave before Amelia and I have decided to whom the property should go to we will consider you uninterested in the property.
Monday, September 21, 2009
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How, Why, When, Were and With Whom?
These are the questions that are my doom.
Listen, Look, See, Answer
These are the realities that we counter.
These are the questions that are my doom.
Listen, Look, See, Answer
These are the realities that we counter.
Earths Entangled Love
The ivy grows around the castle,
its green and swirling leaves surround
the once fantastic castle,
The castle is tall
as it is wide
with gargoyles looking over the land
Is this glorious castle forsaken?
Is this glorious castle lost?
No, this glorious castle is nestled safe in the woods that she loves
The woman that has clamed this castle as her own,
is indeed an interesting woman
One that loves with her whole heart,
One that is immersed in her love and life
She is a woman of the earth,
The goddess of living things,
She loves the life that entangles her castle,
This life and love entangles her and her heart
its green and swirling leaves surround
the once fantastic castle,
The castle is tall
as it is wide
with gargoyles looking over the land
Is this glorious castle forsaken?
Is this glorious castle lost?
No, this glorious castle is nestled safe in the woods that she loves
The woman that has clamed this castle as her own,
is indeed an interesting woman
One that loves with her whole heart,
One that is immersed in her love and life
She is a woman of the earth,
The goddess of living things,
She loves the life that entangles her castle,
This life and love entangles her and her heart
The Boy
He is the one,
The one for her,
The one that sees into her soul.
He is the one,
The one for her,
The one that is always on her mind.
He is, he is
her one, her only one.
The only one who thrills and wonders
her soul to know were she belongs.
The one for her,
The one that sees into her soul.
He is the one,
The one for her,
The one that is always on her mind.
He is, he is
her one, her only one.
The only one who thrills and wonders
her soul to know were she belongs.
Alive and Alone
She walks alone
Throughout the wood,
On that rainy day in may.
She walks here
She walks there,
But no one passes her way.
She is alone,
But that's ok,
For she walks alone to savor the day.
She is alive when she is alone,
No one there to hurt her
And no one there to turn her.
All alone with the woods on that rainy day in May.
She loves to walk
And she loves to run
Through those woods in may.
They are her castle
They are her strong hold
Those woods on those rainy days in May.
Throughout the wood,
On that rainy day in may.
She walks here
She walks there,
But no one passes her way.
She is alone,
But that's ok,
For she walks alone to savor the day.
She is alive when she is alone,
No one there to hurt her
And no one there to turn her.
All alone with the woods on that rainy day in May.
She loves to walk
And she loves to run
Through those woods in may.
They are her castle
They are her strong hold
Those woods on those rainy days in May.
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