XScissorLuvX

People are your business. People with weak minds and desperate hearts. Those without hope or a prayer in this world come to you with their pleas. And you're there to ease their pain...but for a price. Anyone who wants something has to give you something in return. Is it gold? No, you want something more valuable than that. Is it power? No, you already have that. It could be a soul. It could be a person. It could be anything....anything precious and painful to lose.   That's just how you are. But what if...what if someone came without a plea, other than wanting to spend a moment with you? What if someone merely wanted to kn

Caryn sank to the steps of the math building, tears streaming down her face.   How could she forget me? We were best friends! How could she just blank me out? Those thoughts pounded into her brain as she tried to gasp back the sobs in her throat. After how she'd been feeling lately, this was about to send her over the edge.  She well and truly wanted to scream at people, but was afraid they'd hate her for it.  She didn't want to hurt anyone, but her heart was hurting so badly she just couldn't handle it right now.   Caryn squeezed her eyes shut and tried to will herself to stand up and go back to her a

Perhaps... People have noticed the fact that I become attached to actors, characters, and singers (my muses)....I've been musing on the possible reasons why. Perhaps it's because I was a military brat, moving from one place to the next for most of my childhood. Perhaps it's because when you get attached to someone who isn't there...who doesn't really know you...or who isn't real (ie a character) or who isn't even alive anymore, they can never leave you.   You can take them anywhere and everywhere you go, and they don't ever say goodbye. Perhaps it's because, unlike family, they won't ever judge you.   You can be yourself around your p

I've been told family should come first. But how can I put them first, when they wouldn't be able to handle who I am? When they're the most judgmental people in my life? Only my brother, sister in law, and a few cousins know the real me.   My parents haven't known the real me in years.   I envy people who can tell their parents anything and everything and not be judged.   I've been judged all my life...

Rochelle felt a smile start on her face as she saw LePieu and his men approach.  She always wondered why he needed so many people with him.  Was it for protection, or did he just buy so many things he needed them to carry it all? Rochelle wondered if she should ask.  LePieu didn't appear to appreciate her jokes this early in the morning, so she decided to ask later.   Before she could say anything, however, another customer came to her with a head of lettuce to pay for.  Rochelle smiled kindly, taking the woman's money and giving her the merchandise before turning to LePieu. "May I help you

The air was warm and inviting as the carriage bumped along the dirt road on the way to the market.  The man sitting in the carriage gazed out the window, boredly fingering his goatee. Another week, another shopping day.   It seemed such a waste of time, every week held the same wares.  He bought the same things every week, depending on what he needed.  Every week he'd walk through the marketplace, browsing around and ordering his men to buy this or that.  He very rarely handled the merchandise, much to the delight of those selling to him.  The villagers didn't like him very much, especially these days. It had been a year since the Princes

The phone rang one day while Mac was out.  I'd been visiting him and he'd had to go pick up a friend of is at the airport, I seem to remember it was a girl.  Mac was girl crazy in those days, and it was a wonder to me how he didn't have dozens of illegitimate children out there.  Later he told me he used tons of contraceptives to ward off unwanted pregnancy.   I answered the phone with the customary, "Hello?" "M-Mac?" a shaky voice sounded on the other end.   "Mac's not here right now, can I take a message?" I said, not yet recognizing the voice.  The voice recognized me, however. "Melinda, is that you?" my name came out "Melindar", and

(Disclaimer: Melinda and her cousin Mac are the only characters in this story who are mine.  Freddie, Brian, Roger, John, Phoebe, Mary, and Jim all belong, or belonged, to themselves! My thanks to them.) It was 1980 when I met him, and I was 21 years old.  My cousin Mac knew how much of a Queen fan I was, and I nearly screamed his ears clean off when he told me he'd met them while they were on tour.  You see, Mac is a roadie, and to my extreme delight, was hired by Queen the week before he told me about it.  He was set to go on their next tour with them, and they invited him to a party and had told him to bring anyone he wanted.  He brought

She began to pursue me almost immediately after I met her.  To this day I don't know why...she says it was initially because she found me "sweet and cute", but then she just couldn't get enough of me.  Truth be told, she could have had almost any other girl, or guy she wanted.  There were so many to choose from, all of them better looking than me.  But she chose me.   I'd never been pursued by a woman before.   She knew it, therefore she was different with me than she ever was with any other.  I met her in August, after school started for the semester.  She offe

 Lara smiled as she watched him move up there on the stage at Wembley.  He was so beautiful and full of life.  It was hard to fathom that he was gone now.  She gazed at the TV screen, her eyes sparkling with love for the man strutting back and forth as he sang out clear and beautiful, and for a moment or two Lara felt a sense of sadness.  It was about that time in the year.  Two months before she and her mother and sister had celebrated his birthday.  Now the time was approaching to light a candle for his death.  In fact, it was the next day.   She'd been a Freddie fan practically her whole life.  He'd died when she was eight years old, and