siraisho

A letter was slipped under the door, a scream was heard, and people started to crowd the halls of the anime mansion.  The scream was a masculine one, and was cause for concern.  The letter was only given to a select few and contained cards.  Those select few knew what they had to do. Those who had received the letters gathered in the center of the mansion and self-assessed one another.  The envelope on the center table was one that people dread to open up.  Those without the letters hurriedly ran back to their rooms, leaving those with them to their business.  When all was quiet, a messenger appeared and whispered something to one of the mem

“Make me one promise,” he said roughly, his voice cracking as he faded.  The quaint child kneeling at his side nodded, taking his hand. “Yes, grandfather,” she said softly.  He pulled her head in close to his and whispered his last words. “You may have the ship, but never be like me.”  With that, he coughed and fell back to his bed. “Yes, grandfather.” The girl stood, bowed, and walked out of the room slowly, solemnly, and informed the rest of the family of his passing. Whispers sprang up.  No one was sure of his intentions: who should inherit the house, who should take his profits, who would pay fo

“Because he took everything from me!  He stole my story, he took my place on the football team, and he was going to steal my girl!”  The last part was new and I raised an eyebrow.  He chuckled, satisfied that he had stumped me.  “He told me he was going to ask out April Johnson, but I wanted to ask her out.  He was going to steal her from me.  I couldn’t have that.” “All over a video game and a girl.  Such a horrible case.”  Detective Cordain added and waved for the officers to take Kenneth out.  He turned back to me a

“But, in the eyes of so many, you’re mature beyond your years.”  His voice was soft, distant.  I looked at him and his eyes were warm and…  Dreamy?  No… “Hal…  Maybe I need to get some rest.”  I turned and looked down at the couch, sure that I was blushing.  Hal gave me a pat on the head and stood up. “I’ll stay here.  Would you like that?”  Hal sat in the recliner adjacent to the couch.  I smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”  I lied down and, like I usually would, rest my hand on the armrest of that particular recliner.  I started drifting off, when a warm, firm hand at

Thank you For everything That you have given To all you’ve sacrificed So that I may be happy Could there be a better person Than the mother Who watched me grow up And smiled at my jokes And praised my works? Could there be a better person Than the father Who held my hand And played with me No matter how embarrassing it may have been? I sit back and wonder Have I ever told you How much I love you? Have I ever said You were the best one could ask for? No one could replace The perfect people I’m proud to call My parents And my best friends. Thank you For all you’ve done For the love you’ve given Th