I Like Gel Pens And Fancy Journals

He was given a brush

And all the best paints

He had a beautiful painting in mind

But his canvas was already framed

In a magnificent, golden frame

I read in the light

But write in the dark

For a perfect sight

Triggers no spark

Imagination has no desire

When senses interfere

With the creative fire

I was a tragically beautiful girl on a beautifully tragic painting. Brought home by a man and a woman to hang in the living room of the new house. I was so happy. I would get to watch the average family live their lives, like so many paintings before me. There was father, mother, son and daughter. When I was mounted on the wall I walked from frame to frame, room to room.

If I had one wish,

I would wish to tell them things.

Mother, who is she, that father brings home on his day off?

Mother, why does daughter only blow the smoke out of the window?

Mother, why did son take your necklace and earrings? He doesn't wear them.

Mother, why do you hide the flask?

Who is she, Father?

What's in it, Mother?

Where do you take them, son.

Dughter, you missed the ash tray.

If I had one wish.

I would wish to talk to them.

I wish I could wake them up.

I wish I could warn them.

I wish I wasn't stuck in these pictures.

I wish it wasn't so hot.

From the ship she watched, the huge beast swirled over the island. Every person was screaming, frantically running to seek refuge. Some began to swim out to sea. She thought about turning the boat around to save them, but she knew she’d never make it.

The beast seemed to rile. It swelled and pulsated; coiling and uncoiling. Musty air filled her lungs and she thought she might wretch. Smells of eminent death were almost worse than that of death from long ago. As if in fear of the beast, the sun hid safely behind a doom-filled cloudy sky. It was as dark as if there was a thunderstorm. But there was no rain to shield her eyes from the atrocity.

It only took a second. In just one second, the beast swooped down like an owl on a mouse and swallowed the island, people and all. It happened so quickly, there seemed to be a ginormous crater in the ocean. Not even the flow of water was fast enough to fill where the island had been before the beast was gone.