Today is born a seventh one, born of woman, a seventh son, and he in turn a seventh son. He has the power to heal; he has the gift of the second sight. He is the chosen one. So it shall be written, so it shall be done. – Lyrics from Seventh son of a seventh son by Iron Maiden.   Eleven-year-old Jamie was out playing ball by himself. He had been fighting with his brother until his mom scorned him. Jamie is the older brothe...

Chemistry is a thiefMore than once it hastried to addle my brainNow it threatens my sightChemistry is a friendTrying to help in the warThe fight to regain my stepsNot sure for how long or how briefChemistry is a curseWill I recover and stillSee colors, hues, and lightFor now, I feel only griefChemistry to battle is my planA familiar fight butnow involving my sightTime the only measureChemistry I prayis my only course fora...

Do people go through life on a predetermined path, like a straight line? I often wondered that during the summer of my junior year of high school. I lived a straight line, it seemed like, and it was routine to me. I’d do the things normal people would at my age: hang out at the mall with friends, play video games, watch movies, that sort of thing. It wasn’t hard to admit to myself that things were pretty boring, but that...

It was dark and cold under the looming canopy of trees. The moon shown through the leaves, casting pale patches of light, obscuring the eerie shadows. Everything was still for this was the meeting place. A frigid breeze sliced through the trees filling the empty space with the rushing sound of leaves. The wind faded leaving a deathly silence and a gathering of figures appearing. Solemn and silent they stood, examining the...

“Amy, this is Cynthia, don’t be alarmed, she’s friendly,” Rufus told Amy.Amy never spoke, unfortunately she was mute, but she was easy enough to read. That’s one of the many things Rufus loved about Amy.“Um, hello Amy,” Cynthia greeted Amy.Amy hid behind Rufus. She was nervous, but she flashed a shy smile in Cynthia’s direction. She seemed to be warming to Cynthia. Rufus handed Cynthia a cup of tea and beckoned her into t...

His finger stroked the mouse, hovering over the button. His heart was beating in his chest and his hand sweating.“Oh, just do it,” Rufus said aloud.Finally, he clicked the ‘send request’ button, confirmed whether he wanted to send the request and immediately shut the computer down and went to bed.“Up early tomorrow, after all... Night Amy,” he said to the empty room.Rufus laid awake thinking of Cynthia. He couldn’t get he...

He looked at the timetable and then at his watch and back to the timetable.‘Missed it, eh?’ He thought.He tapped a woman on the shoulder to ask her when the next bus was due.“Not for another hour and a half,” she told him.The dusky light was dim and he was tired, but that didn’t stop him realising who it was: cute passerby/bus stop girl! His eyes glinted, his heart jumped and a smile came across his face.Her smile also gl...

He stood at the bus stop, drawing on a cigarette. Nodding his head to the music from his headphones, he looked at his watch. ‘Fifteen minutes... Ugh, hurry, stupid bus!’ he thought.He discarded his cigarette butt on the ground and looked around. ‘Cute bum,’ he thought, regarding the curvy woman next to him.He changed the music to his favourite band and smiled at the recent memory of having seen them live. ‘Man, Cristina S...

‘Who is that?’ He wondered. He noticed her walking past him and was stunned. He watched her walk past and looked back again for one more look. She was cute and curvy, two of his most favourite features to see in a woman. He wondered if he’d ever see her again. He hoped he would and maybe even they could talk. Captivated, he smiled. ‘It’s probably futile, she likely didn’t even see me, much less notice me.’She saw him, alr...

How fragile is life not seen but listened to and felt. A delicate screw, that held my right eye lens, fell onto the tiles. Feeling my way with my feet, I saw the world through a blur. Weightless for one second, falling, I did not see the opticians’ notice; Caution, mind the step.

He catches her eyes, and smiles all grand,He revels in her beauty,He saunters over, and asks for her hand,With unbridled desire, t'was never in duty.Her heart soars, no longer lonely,And she accepts in glee and grace,She sees she's found her one and only,With a growing smile upon her face.Gazing into the deep wells we call eyes,They twirl around the floor,They make it their own, it's no surprise,You feel it in your core.T...