Short Stories from a dreaming insomiac

He looked over the golf course and the lights of Stornoway that never go out. It was now that time of the early morning when every sence is working at surgical precision, and the full moon was begining to set. Celeb wished that she could be here, even if it was just to see the stunning silence of it all. It was interesting comtemplating the idear of slipping though Blade's bedroom window and taking her up to the bunkers to watch the sunrise, and though she might be asleep Blade was so very easy to wake up. The sunlight became a hazy aray of colours as he mused over dear memories. If only he didn't get so stressed about trying to be prefect around her. "Fear,"he thought "Bloody fear, I love her. I love her!"

The colours in the sky became more intense which seemed to grow with the feelings in his heart. A tear dropped down into his hands, and the one tear was followed by several. He just did not know what to do anymore, it was all so simple. And no matter what Celeb would always love her.

The leaves on the ground behind him rustled. Celeb turned around and watched intently with blurred eyes. He sniffed the air.

A voice came from out of the darkness.
"It will all work out in the end. Everything will be fine. Just let go of your fear."

Celeb continued to listen intently but nothing more was said. Nothing. Only a feeling of relife and calm came over him, as if Blade was there with him, holding his hand.

Suddenly somthing grabbed his foot. He kicked out and screamed out of shock. A smiling face greated him, Blades eyes twinkling at him in the early morning sun while she genltaly hugged him.

It's so good it is almost erie...

The person I cryed for three months over and watched the harbour religously to see any sign of has come back. Any normal person would be thrilled and over-joyed, but I can't help thinking that it is all far too good to be true. There must be a document of small print behind this happyness. Must I ever be the one with the bleeding heart? The broken memories? Maybe it will always be this way. He says he loves me. But instinc tells me otherwise.

It seems to be that this needs some time to think this though.

lynx

Has anybody else noticed that the labling of packaging is getting a little weird? Recentaly i happened to really take notice of a can of Lynx "dark temptation" spray...i kid you not on the back is written "Chocolate fragranced/scented bodyspray. This is not a food. Do not ingest."
I have only one question flashing in my mind like a 5 foot neon light display. What was going though their mind?

Sir/madam. I would love to share thoughts with you.

Today I bit the bullet. I have begun an oil painting. It is truly a weird experiance as it feels like painting with a mixture of the finest of silk and plastacine. The theme is based around Saturn and all its energies, which everyone in the house is keen to have a look at. Not to mention the attention the smell of paint thinner is attracting.

Will post photo of the finished result here when it is done.
I'm going to get back to work.

Ramblings

So, there are now only 6 days left of school. The end of an era. I constantly try to remind myself of all the good times, but they are few in number and i will be so utterly overjoyed when it comes to an end. I'm now down to counting the ours i have left in school. Perhaps i will miss it when i'm living by myself in Sponish.