JustMarieKirkland

    It was during those times when angels lived alongside humans physically. Their existence was an accepted part of everyday life, so it was not unusual to see one walking casually down the streets.    People of the Modern Age have always been fascinated by the stories passed down by their ancestors, reflecting the creativity of the human mind of yesterday’s understanding. Tattered books and old scriptures have been the home of mysterious creatures never seen. Angels, demons, mythical beings, and even gods. However, they have yet to discover the fact that people have lived with them—not just illusions made by the human mind.

A thick blanket of fog hovered over the whole city after hours of endless rain. Tall buildings were barely visible from your apartment window; the same goes with the few people walking down the lonely streets below you. You took a sip from the warm cup of chocolate you held in your hands and sat on a nearby chair. It was one of those quiet days you wouldn't want to exchange for anything else. Some thoughts would often visit your mind palace, getting your attention to things you might have already forgotten a long time ago. The silence talked to you like a long lost friend you barely saw one of these days. Your work, and the constant stress yo

"Well, come on. What are you standing there for?" "It's kind of creepy and dark from the looks of it up here. Do I really need to come?" "Of course. You need to see it for yourself." "What on earth's down there anyway?" Arthur was already halfway down the stairs, while you were still standing hesitantly by the door. His voice echoed aimlessly below, making you wonder how big the room actually was. You could see nothing except for the lonely stairs that lead to a seemingly bottomless pit of black. Your companion was barely visible to where he stood, looking as if he was being consumed by the darkness as well. If only you knew what was down

The day's activities have been exhausting your energy since this morning. By the afternoon, your limp body could hardly move any better to the sound of the music. It was not just true to you, but to other students as well. "I swear I would do anything for a minute of rest." The girl beside you barely did the steps right, occasionally sighing and complaining about the unusually warm weather. "We're obviously not progressing. We're merely repeating the same mistakes over again," she added. I couldn't agree more, you thought to yourself. Round and round you went, twirling and changing partners almost out of sync. Some were faster, and some wer

"Could you at least take a look at this map and verify where we're heading. I have more reasons to believe that you have no idea where we are or when we would be, with all the blasted luck in the world, setting foot on land," you tapped your fingers irritatingly on the wooden table. You have been trying to talk some sense from the so-called captain of the ship, but your pleas have been falling to deaf ears for hours now. Arthur Kirkland remained silent and unmoved, occasionally adjusting the vision of his spyglass to the horizon. He pursed his lips in concentration, his thick brows forming into a frown. The both of you were the only ones on

Your temper was wearing thin. You tapped your heels on the ground and you waited impatiently for a taxi cab to come—an empty taxi cab. It was a beautiful and dangerous night, with all the stars shining up the endless sky to entertain you. It would have been a very fine night to relax and drift away to wonderland in daydream thoughts…if only you were in the comforts of your home. “Taxi!” you called out again for the millionth time. Unfortunately, just like the other cabs you hailed before, it already has a lucky passenger on it. You have worked overtime in the office again. You have been rushing reports and papers lat

Your rain-beaten body advanced forward in the dark and lonely street. You were losing your wits, and you didn’t much cared as to where you were heading. You were just walking straight ahead, staring blankly at absolutely nothing. Raindrops danced wherever the winds were taking them. Their sounds hitting on concrete ground were so loud that you felt like becoming deaf. Your clothes were already sticking to your body, drenched and soaked with rain water. It does not need much thinking to realize that you were so cold and wet, but still, you didn’t cared. You stopped at your tracks and looked up to the dark-filled skies. Droplets of

Scattered and rolling everywhere—that's how your pens sounded like when your case fell on the floor. "Sorry, ma'am," you shyly whispered, beginning to turn red after your silence-breaking I-bumped-my-pencil-case-again moment. Your teacher, being the calm and kind woman that she was, just sighed and smiled at you, "__________, be careful. This is the fourth time you disturbed the whole class." You nodded, unable to think of anything more to say. You moved out of your chair and started picking up your scattered things, feeling so embarrassed and totally stupid. Your classmates were watching you, giggling and whispering at your back. Y

Crisp autumn air mingled with the sweet aroma of fresh brewed tea filled your nose. You slowly opened your eyes, adjusting your vision to the brightness of the place. Red curtains were tied elegantly to each side of the large windows, allowing sunlight to emanate from them. It felt odd, you thought. There was something wrong with everything you see and feel. The bed was bigger and more comfortable than the one you were used to before. You felt as if you were being flipped over head first, but the truth is, you were lying perfectly still. You rolled your eyes in different direction, trying as hard as you could to remember this room…but y

Nothing is more promising than a comfortable chair by the fire and a cup of tea after a day's tiring work. The faint moonlight radiating from the translucent glass windows; a good book at hand, begging to be finished till the last page; and the warmth of the dancing flames upon his skin—Arthur knew that more than anyone else, that feeling of comfort and relaxation, especially if your work is more extraordinary in nature than any other regular jobs out there. He was just about to do that, surrendering himself to his beloved cushioned chair, when a sudden ring from his doorbell echoed throughout the halls. It irritated him, no doubt, for