Short story idea thing. And I was tagged.

9:11 p.m. @ 2006-06-03

Apparently I was tagged by meganwaits. For the record, I've done this on my other diary as well here. The six people I tag there remain the same here. Yet I shall redue this to make it approiate for this diary.

And the rules:

The first player in this "game" starts with the topic "6 weird habits/embarrassing things/about yourself", and people who get tagged need to write a blog about their six weird habits/embarrassing things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

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1. I can usually never finish a book.

2. Or when I start I notebook with my poems or anything, I never write completely through a notebook.

3. I cannot count meter in a poem.

4. I still enjoy writing and reading fanfiction even though I have moved my talents to creative writing as well.

5. I am very picky about what kind of pens I use to write with.

6. I started writing at eleven.

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And now, my victims for this meme. Sarah, Gabriela, Zoe, Claire, John, and Megan

And a something to make everyone happy.

We walked along an endless canal in Normandy. Arm and arm. It was the middle of winter. January maybe. The trees that lined the looking –glass canal were bare and skeletal, bare reminders of their former life. The fog hung just above the tree tops, giving some closure to stark dead.
Yet it wasn’t that cold. I remember that now. You wanted me to stay close. You didn’t want me to catch cold. I didn’t fight. I enjoyed being close to him.
I remember now that I was also in love… well, now that I think, I’ve always know that I was in love with him. It just felt different that day. It felt like I was falling for you all over again. Even though we are married…
We walked along an endless canal in Normandy, arm and arm. This day I felt young again (even though I was not that old to begin with). I felt no burdens of modern society. I felt no obligations to a higher power. I only felt responsibility for you and us.
You looked at the sky, commenting on the grayness. You missed the sun and the blue. I knew him that well at least. It could’ve been the perfect black and white picture, you said.
I laughed.
I wondered down the banks of the canal, stopping inches before the silvery looking glass. I saw myself, or a fragment of myself, several thousand years before. I felt your arm around my waist, drawing me back from the water’s edge. Yet I leaned forward with him gazing at our silvery reflection.
What do you see, I asked.
Us.
Besides that.
Us, you replied, happy. Like we were when we married.
You looked at me for a few moments, either digesting my words or perhaps thinking me a complete fool. My husband is ever the enigmatic puzzle to me. You smiles though at me, either declaring full certainty that your wife is either crazy or I am right.
I’m not sure.
You smiled cryptically. I hate that smile. I never know what you’re thinking. I hate that too.
I’m annoying you, you said quietly.
And doing a very good job at it too, I whispered.
You smiled sheepishly, I do it with the best intentions.
I laughed. I could not help myself. The moment demanded it. You watched me carefully, as if measuring my sanity.
You are right, you declared after a pregnant pause. Though it feels like we have lived long years, we are happier. You are happier therefore I am happy.
Adorable ass.
You were always strange to begin with, husband. I think that is why I decided to marry you. I merely smiled.
We walked arm and arm along an endless canal in Normandy. It was winter. I remember now I was in love. I remember I was falling in love again with you. I felt like I had been reborn. Like we had a second chance at this. I like this feeling. Let’s keep it.

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