Don't ~
Call For Silence

You didn't ever ask me why it's "all for love," did you? You just assumed that "all for one" meant not "only for one" but "one for all." You misunderstood when I said "all for love." It didn't mean that I forgot friendship or alliance. You should have read the book, girl, rather than writing your own and pretending I wouldn't see what you'd hidden beneath it. I lifted those pages away and it's still "all for one." When will you learn to see what I said when I said "all for love," or won't you ask me?

I understand your jealousy, girl. I simply cannot forgive it.

Third Person Objective

A man in a heavy overcoat wisked into the room. Without bothering to close the door behind him, he turned around twice, looking for something. A short woman in a floral top followed him in, fanning herself with a cloth and leaning against the door frame.

"Maggie! I think it's here this time! It's gotta be!" he exclaimed, hurrying on to the next room.

Third Person Limited

Flinging open the door, Nicol Carl bounded into the dark room. No time for lights, he turned around, taking in every corner, then looking again in case he'd missed anything on the first turn. Behind him, Maggie Carveright appeared at the door. Always immune to his excitement, she was.

"Maggie!" he exclaimed, not bothering to glance at her, "I think it's here this time! It's gotta be!" With that he bounded off into the next room, trusting her to make her own assessment before following him.

First Person

It was so, friggin, hot. How the Detective could bound around in this heat wearing that ridiculous overcoat would always be beyond me. I pulled out a cloth from my handbag to use as a fan as he busted the apartment door open. I followed him casually as he went about his usual flamboyant gesturing that meant he was picking up a clue. We were four stories up and it was just getting hotter by the floor. The sooner I could get to an open window, the better.

“Hey there,” she said, pulling her legs up a step.

“Hey,” he replied. “What’re you making?”

“Paper cranes, for summer. I was thinking, if I can make enough I’ll turn them into a curtain for the living room.”

“Oh. Why’re you doing that out here?”

She smiled and handed him the one she just finished, “I like it better out here.”

“What’ll you do if the wind picks up?” he asked.

“I guess I won’t have any cranes, then,” she laughed. “Do you want to try? It’s really easy.”

He shook his head, “No, I just game to… I wanted to apologize about yesterday. I hope it doesn’t, like, smell too bad in there, or anything.”

“Nah! No big deal. Don’t worry yourself about it.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“I appreciate it, but it’s really alright. It’s all cleaned up now so there’s nothing to worry about. Go ahead and help me make a few of these.” She handed him a slip of paper.

“No thanks, I’ll just go now.”

“You might as well sit down and stay awhile. The sun’s going to set and it’s best to watch from the porch,” she patted the deck space beside her, “I could go get you something to drink.”

He sat down, “I’m just really sorry.”

“I’ll drive you home after the sun’s down. What do you want to drink?”

He shook his head.

She lightly punched his shoulder, “You’ve got bigger things to worry about than my upholstery you know. You should be worrying about classes, and homework, and getting a girlfriend and all that.”

“I know, I just couldn’t let it go like that. You’ve been all really cool letting us hang out here and we just go and-“

“I wouldn’t let all you teenagers come around here if I didn’t like having you around,” she dumped another crane onto the paper he was still holding, “Now, then sun’s going to be setting here in a sec, you sure you don’t want anything?”

He shook his head again and set the paper and crane to the side. “You’re really cool, Miss Shepherd,” he decided.

“I know,” she replied, “Just stick around and help me out next time rather than having to come back late and making your mom worry, okay?”

He laughed, “Okay. I will.”

“Good, now watch, I’ll show you how to fold these.”

Forgiveness materializes along the path

In a blue frock and golden eye

Asking you to remember

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Come, wisdom,

Pick up and go,

This world you subscribe to is beautiful.

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In Autumn

I came to the gates

Expecting to take a walk,

But the happy rays

Of smoke that rose

From the village up ahead

Made me take back my decision

And spend the evening drunk instead.

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I don't know what it is

That makes you turn the lights on

At two in the morning.

I don't know the reason

You rise from bed

And cannot sleep.

I hope you know

That I'm not bothered

That you rummage about

While I dream.

It's face is cracked and jagged, hollow where blue eyes should be blinking back from under too-thick eye lashes. It's skull has been shattered straight down into it's jaw so that now it's sitting in a cup-like space that it should have been securely covering. A touch would cause what's left of this delicate face to crumble away, leaving only dust and a body with no left hand upon the floor.

            Ami opens the door for me. She’ll be acting as my second in this faceoff, stepping in if something happens, or running away. This is her trial to begin with and I still had to take on the role of the hero and complete this task, leaving her only to make sure we’re not locked out and stranded in the night.

            The night is warm but quiet. A blanket of cloud obscures the stars but a half waxed moon peers through at intervals, lighting my way.

            I step out onto the archway that connects our side with the side we’re making our transaction with. Across the way their door also opens and John steps out, Jonny as his second, holding the door open for him as Ami is for me. John notices that I’m standing outside as well and nods just enough so I can see across the distance and through the thick darkness. He looks around to make sure there’s no patrol along the ground beneath us, and nervously I feel obligated to do the same. Then we begin to walk forward.

            I can see the object Ami wanted to retrieve from him in his hand, and I hold up our side of the deal in mine for him to see.

            We meet at the dead center of the walkway. I look across to Jonny, holding open the door on their side, I wave casually at him and he nods back. I look back over my shoulder to make sure that Ami is also holding open my way back, and she waves hurriedly at me. A cool breeze blows across the bridge.

            John and I exchange a few words first and a show of friendship, then I place the packet of Twizzlers in his hand and he places Ami’s steaming Cup Of Noodles in my hand. We nod, turn at exactly the same time, and cross back our separate ways.

            A success. No guard has spotted us, no alarm has been set off. Upon reaching the door I hand the Cup of Noodles to Ami and she thanks me. The boys have already entered their side of the building, so we carefully close our door, checking again for guards, and slip back into the safety of our camp dorm room.