Listening to: Bulletproof Heart
15) Galaxy
If the world had no gravity, then where would we be?
Would we fall to knees only to find that we had risen higher than we had ever thought?
Would we be able to look past our fears, and broaden our minds, our hearts, our hopes so far that the galaxy wouldn't be able to hold them in?
Would we be able fly higher than we thought, with no chains of gravity to hold us down?
Or would sink down further, as the freedom would scare us?
Would we yearn for the security of those chains, those strict, strict but comforting chains?
If gravity means nothing to me, then why would it mean so much to you?
Are you scared of that freedom?
Are you the bird with its wings clipped? To be let out of your cage, but cannot fly?
I am not scared.
I am not scared, because when I am with you, then I will be free, even if my wings are clipped.
Because you will break my chains of gravity. You will make me fly high.
We will run away, we will run away from here.
With your bulletproof heart, and my hollow-point smile, we will blow this town.
I will save us.
I won't rely on you, now you have to rely on me. I trust you. Do you trust me?
Are you going to be the one to save us?
Are you going to save me from this black feeling?
We are going to run away. And all our problems against us, we will knock them down.
With your bulletproof heart, and my hollow-point smile, the galaxy won't be able to stop us.
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That was confusing. Sorry about that. I'm feeling all zen-like, it's because I'm in study. Where I do nothing.
And the Klaine continues! I'm so sorry everyone. It's getting borderline, creepy, I know.
16) Boy
I see the looks on their faces when they look at me, look at you. Look at us.
If I were a girl, they wouldn't look at us.
But would you still love me if I was?
I already look like one, I already act like one, I already dress fashionably enough to be called one.
So if I were one, would that matter?
I don't care if you were another gender, another age, another race, I would still love you.
But God made us what we should be, so be happy for it.
I don't believe in God. I gave up a long time ago.
It doesn't matter. You are still perfect. Just as you are.
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That was difficult. But I felt good, leaving it there.
17) Planetary
[listening to: Planetary GO! by My Chemical Romance]
"So that's the new kid?"
"Yeah, something Berry. Strawberry? Blueberry?"
"Blackberry?"
"Yeah. Like the phone. She's a right bitch, but her make up's amazing. Full turbo engines, able to go 0-100 in 7 nano seconds."
"Holy crap. That's a stunner."
"She's gonna give us back the title. And we'll take the money and run."
He looked at the robot, which had the facade of a metal human, but was able to shift parts of itself into engines, thrusters, even things like a hoverboard could be made out of its feet. It was truly amazing.
His friend patted him on the shoulder.
"Pretty isn't she?"
"Gorgeous. Looks a winner."
"Let's boot her up, then."
His friend touched a button where the navel would be. Energy lines webbed through along the robots body, its eyes opening, showing its red eyes.
"Blackberry, this is Hudson. Your new pilot."
A robotic female voice issued from its voice box. "Good evening, Mr. Hudson. I am all yours."
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I should do a Glee AU for this. HOLYCRAPHOLYCRAP.
Well, I always need something to do in English... kidding. =D
Reading through it, I didn't mean to stick all those innuendos in there- I swear!
What's with all these space words?
Listening to: Bluebird, the Naruto ending song
18) Wing
Sometimes she wished she could spontaneous sprout wings.
Although it would go against basically all forms of the human structure, it would be useful.
She could fly, far far away, and she could forget all of her problems.
If she was being harrased, or just annoyed, she would sprout wings and they'd just cocoon her into her private space.
It would be like someone was hugging her.
But then she thought, her problems would go away.
And although she isolated herself from the people, they wouldn't just go away, and she could still hear them.
And she had plenty of people who could just hug her.
So she didn't really need wings anyway.
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I did not like writing that. It felt awkward, and it was such a great prompt. Damn.
19) Upbringing
To be honest, they were probably the main things she'd talk about. Her cousins. She'd always ramble on about, "Oh Yasmin's doing zumba," "Kaitlyn apparently hates Justin Bieber," etc etc. She swore all her friends knew more about them than her parents did.
She considered herself lucky to be close to all her cousins. They were always there, ready to be random, ready to put up with her sarky comments and not-really-that-witty taunts, ready to listen her ramble and ramble and ramble.
They grew up together, the older of them watching the younger of them grow up from being babies to being someone they could talk to, to a certain point.
They would continue to grow up together, and even though there was about a 8 year difference between the oldest and youngest, they were still close.
They would tolerate each other to a certain point, and there was a sense of respect, but also silliness. They wouldn't let the older ones turn all stuffy and adulty just yet. They wouldn't let the younger ones run away with the fairies or try to be all old and teenagy just yet.
And she always appreciated that.
20) Drivel [what? seriously?]
Half the words that came out of her mouth were drivel. She seriously considered giving her friends, "Congratulations on Putting up with Sylvia" awards because although she didn't talk much, when she did, she talked. And talked. And talked. About absolutely nothing.
And although at first she did it purpose, maybe because of her now more childish nature, she started ending her sentences with -aru. Ok, -aru was short lived because it was more than one syllable, but then she started ending them with, nn, and that seemed to work.
It takes 21 days to create a habit. It took her 2 weeks. She now randomly said it at the end of her sentences, no prompt needed.
She started making more weird noise-words. 'Min?' was her, 'huh? yeah?', nn had become her yes and sometimes her no.
It was weird, but it was part her. And she supposed, anyone who had a problem with it could deal with it.
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That's it for now!
~Sylvia
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