2/14 a Recollection [Archive]

Sayara

Feb 15, 2007, 09:43 AM

I was going to post this yesterday, but alas! >_>

Love is a very re-occuring theme in everyones art work. Be it friendship, coupleshipping (AKA love partners), betrayral/heartbreak, or just great loyalty and partnership. Join me! As I regather and re-display my artwork featuring a theme of Love.

Also! If you are a poet, sonnet writer, or fanfiction writer, you're chapters, passages, poems, sonnets, songs involving love are acceptable too!

2007:
Healen (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/Snoopychan/HEALEN.jpg)
2007 Love Song (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/Snoopychan/2007LOVESONG.jpg)

2006:
Blurring (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/29047263/?qo=85&q=by%3Anokame&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps)
Loveholic (http://jziadi.net/Art/Jan%202006%20to%20December%202006/Digital/October%2006/Loveholic2.jpg)

2005:
Last Winter (http://jziadi.net/Art/Jan%202005%20to%20December%202005/Digital/December%2005/LastWinter.png)

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CupOfCoffee

Feb 15, 2007, 11:40 AM

Haha, hmm...

Excerpt from Chapter 16 of Pinhole

"Haley, wake up."

Haley mumbled groggily and rolled over in her bed, tangled in her heavy comforter. It had been a hand-sewn gift from her grandparents one year, and even though it was usually way too warm for summer nights, she loved the feeling of waking up completely entwined. It always made her wonder what kinds of strange scenes she acted out in her sleep.

"School's been canceled," her mother's voice said worryingly.

She looked up with squinty, sleepy eyes. "Why?" she mumbled dully.

"Someone called in a bomb threat, believe it or not."

"Seriously?" Haley asked, still half asleep.

"Yeah. It's on the news and we just got an automated phone call. You don't have to go today."

"Cool," she muttered and rolled back over.

"Yes. Well. Cool for you, maybe, but this is a little scary for a mother. I guess I'll let you get back to sleep," her mom said, standing up. She looked down over her daughter and felt a lump rise in her throat. The thought of someone wanting to hurt Haley and the other kids in her high school en masse, unprejudiced, with no motive but pure malice... it haunted her. She listened to her sweet daughter's deep, slow, sleeping breaths and thought for what seemed like the billionth time in her life that she would give anything at all, her money, her limbs, her life or her soul... anything to keep Haley safe. It was not a question of maybe.

Haley, unconscious, turned her head slightly and sighed. "I love you too, Mom," she whispered, her face still partially buried in her feather pillow.

Her mom gasped and put her hand to her mouth. Tears welled in her crystal blue eyes, and she didn't even try to blink them away. They rolled down her cheeks and over her fingers one by one, pulling her eyeliner downward in thin, spidery streaks, but that seemed utterly unimportant. Under her hand, she was smiling.

She never expressly told Haley what had happened that morning or thanked her daughter for providing her a moment that she would never in her life forget, but she didn't need to. Haley could tell that somehow, even if only accidentally, she had finally told her mom that she was a clairvoyant. She could tell just by the way their conversations tended to flow after that that her mother knew. It felt good and scary and indescribable all at once, but she was glad. Her mom deserved to know.

Haley's mother tenderly pulled the edge of the comforter back over her daughter's slender shoulders. The tears kept coming, one at a time, and she didn't mind when one dripped silently beside Haley's sleeping head--it seemed somehow poetic.

She walked as quietly as she could through the door and closed it gently, turning the knob when it reached the doorframe to keep it from making that clicking sound as it pulled shut. She kissed her fingers and touched Haley's closed door, letting her hand linger for a moment, and realized for the first time how difficult it was going to be when Haley left college. There would be no one there to cover her back up when the school closed due to bomb threats.

She had a feeling, however, that things would turn out all right.

And one from Chapter 17

"Hurry," Haley gasped.

Sam looked at her with huge eyes, his shaggy hair flying in front of his face. He brushed it away with one hand.

"You'll make it," he promised her. "We'll make it."

"What happened to..."

"Dead."

"Y-You?"

"Don't talk."

They drove wildly, speeding through intersections and changing lanes almost carelessly to pass slower motorists. Sam weaved between cars and around buses, trying his best not to jar Haley too much but fearing he wasn't doing very well. He just had too much adrenaline, was too desperate and far too afraid that if he didn't go as fast as he could, they would never make it to the hospital.

He felt Haley's hand lightly touch his.

"Love," she said softly.

"Love," he agreed, taking her hand with his free one as he steered with the other. He held it as they fled the Angel of Death and sped through the early morning sunlit streets, and as he thought to himself that he would willingly lose his little sister a thousand more times if it meant he could save Haley just this once, he realized that he would never be truly okay if he failed. They had to make it.

It was not a question of maybe.