Even the brightest stars die.

I've been thinking about friendships. Recent and ones from my past. We make promises even now that our friendship will never end. I think back on my past friendships and how close I was with my friends. I would of given my life and various organs and possibly a cousin for them. Now I don't talk to half of them. Don't get me wrong, I've never had a friendship end badly, I would still give my life for all of them, but we fell out of contact. Time has separated us and that friendship we had is just a memory now. What's left is awkward conversations that go like:

"Hi."

"Hi."

"So how are you?"

"Good, good, and you?"

"Fine fine. Been really busy."

"Well that's good to hear. Listen I have to go. Talk later?"

"Yeah, ok."

"Alright bye."

"Bye."

and usually that "talk later" is the same conversation just a few weeks, to a month, to a year later. I love them dearly and wonder how things ever got to be this way. I remember promises of never leaving each other’s side, always being there, getting grey haired and old and watching kids/grandkids together. Is it because of those promises that it's so difficult to reconnect? Because we possibly feel guilt for letting each other out of sight for so long. It soon just becomes easier not to even talk when it used to be we would share everything. An old friend of mine by the name of Megan Thorne said something to me once. It still rings in my ears as I wonder about her now. You see I moved away and everything was good for a time till she moved as well and she fell off the grid. I miss her terribly. She told me once"

"I believe, you are friends with a person until the point you have learned all you can from them and visa versa. Once that is happened you go your separate ways always grateful for the lessons but knowing sadly you will never return."

Maybe she was right. Maybe these relationships only last until you've learned all you can. Holding on any longer can make the friendship turn sour. Friends becoming enemies.

I like to think that no matter where one travels they can always return. Yes it will be different and the road is never the same but a bond once shared can't be broken. Not by time anyways. That the bond you once shared can always be shared again as long as both are willing. Who knows? I miss them all. My friends, those who have touched me, taught me, I loved them as family and in return a bond was created. I won't ever forget them and hopefully one day I will meet them again when we are old and grey, experiences had and lives lived. We can sit back watching little ones play making friendships that we share ourselves, sipping sweet tea, and telling stories. Reminiscing on past adventures and just being friends again. Maybe once all is said and done the fable of life is just that people are gone. Maybe they will always be there and when your old and grey time will bring them back to you. Just maybe.

As I Promised

It all looks so picturesque. The oak trees that dot the city. The buildings seem to hold their own history. Everything so neat, so perfect. I know the true story behind this perfect picture. The smell of blood and alcohol mix with the smell of the humid perfumed air.

It was 1920, the world seemed to be trying to grab life before it slipped away. She was the most beautiful creature God ever thought up. She flouted between the oaks like a dancer, her golden hair and pale complexion gave her the appearance of a ghost. She was attending the university as a music and theater major, an angel among demons. Sylvia Reynolds. Born 1901 to two proud cane farmers. An angel, a wonder, a lover, my world. Died March 8^th 1920 only 19 years old. Slaughtered on the very stage that she stole my heart.

I was the ebony surrounded by ivory, only allowed to clean after others. From my worn work boots to my dreaded hair, I didn’t belong. And yet she didn’t mind. I was working late one night, cleaning up the auditorium after the theater department’s première of Les Miserable. I wasn’t even half way done with picking up the trash the audience left behind when she came upon the stage. Her bare footsteps were heavy from growing up as a farmer’s daughter. I turned to see and she smiled at me. Without warning she began to sing. Her voice was so pure I had stopped everything just to listen. The glorious music stopped and she giggled running off, returning with a script. “Come here, little finch. Come sing with me.” Her voice echoed through the auditorium. I spun my head, looking for someone else, even though I knew I was the only other one around. “Don’t be scared little finch, I bet your song is beautiful.” Sylvia said smiling. Hesitating, I dropped my trash bag and scrambled up to the stage, joining her. “My name is Sylvia Reynolds. I’ve noticed you for a long time now. What is your name?” I blushed like a fool and looked down at the script. “Brianna Lareaux.” I replied with a small squeak. “I beg your pardon miss but I can’t read.” Sylvia smiled and leaned towards me brushing my hair behind my ear. “Mrs. Brianna Lareaux you are gorgeous and I shall teach you this song, no reading needed .” She was so close to me that my heart had leapt into my throat. I began to blush and then it happened. She touched my chin softly with her hand and our lips touched for the first time. It seemed to last forever. She taught me a song called The Confrontation. All I remember of the song is the first line. “Valjean, at last, we see each other plain.” We saw each other plain and it was perfection.

After that night I didn’t see Sylvia again for weeks. It was torturous, but we found our way back to each other again. We couldn’t be seen talking, let alone kissing, or I would be fired and she would be kicked from the university. We found ways though. I started to make her home my own, embracing each other in the night, and rumors had begun.

It was one year after that faithful night in the theater. She was playing a nun in the newest play. After the performance they came. I tried to protect her but one of the men broke a whiskey bottle over my head. I woke up to find my angel dead in a pool of blood. The smell of alcohol and blood drifted in the air. A note laid beside my angel’s head that read ‘Burn in hell, abomination.’ The police shrugged in off, calling it a robbery gone horribly wrong.

We had loved with a love that was more than love. I alone see the illusion slipping, the demons that roam the streets of this once beautiful city.

For my love, for my Sylvia, I live on.

I live on.

Yep it probably sucks but that's what I get for writing while half asleep. Based upon nothing real, I hope. The fable of life is thinking tv isn't a distraction. Peace.

Hot coffee at Midnight..... Hush .... It's a good idea..... Maybe

I did it again. I stopped writing...... I'm a bad putty tat. Ok so lets catch up. No I didn't complete Nanowrimo which is ok. It was a choice between good grades on exams or nano. I choose good grades. I'm changing colleges finally which is nice. Lsu really isn't my kind of beat, also I may change my major. Who knows. ^.^ I think I'm just going to ramble in this blog, for that I'm sorry, I'll come up with a short story or something for my next one. I've been watching Arrested Development, My name is Earl, Firefly, Dead Like Me, Doctor Who, and the best show so far How I Met Your Mother. I have gained a small obsession with Neil Patrick Harris. If you haven't seen Dr.Horrible yet GO WATCH NOW!!!! Movies love me this year. I watched so many I couldn't list them all, but like so many before I have fallen in love with Casablanca. Music wise I have fallen back into jazz singers like Billie Holiday, indie such as Animal Collective, and just plain good like Hey Beautiful by the Solids. Oh if your ever on Myspace check out Prom date. They are a great local band. There is entertainment for you. Well I'm off for the night. I have midterms coming up and I need to study. Sweet dreams , if there are dreams to be had, and safe travels.

The fable of life is that the smallest thing will end it all.

I will leave you with a quote.

"It's a dangerous thing, stepping out your door...

You step into a road and if you don't keep your feet there is no telling where you might be swept off to." - Bilbo Baggins

Alyss = Alice oh look another tie!

This is a random dream sequence in the novel I'm writing for NaNoWriMo. If you don't know what Nanowrimo is then go read the post before this one....... well here it is..... oh quick thing..... It's really random, a bit creepy, and takes Lewis Carroll to the extreme so be forewarned now.

"John slowly slipped into a strange dream. A guy with a blue shirt on, and cat ears appeared in front of John and suddenly cut off two of his four hands with a clever, being held by his long skinny black tail. The crazed four armed bleeding man kept repeating "It's all fun and games....until it's a scavenger hunt." Over and over as if he was stuck on some kind of a loop. The man gave John a cheshire grin and swung the clever at John and before the knife hit John the guy disappeared. John stood in the black of his dream and heard laughing. John walked, his footsteps echoing through the darkness till he came up to a girl. She was laughing and moving her head back and forth as if she were looking something. “Hey” John said, about to put his hand on her shoulder when she turned around. John jumped back and had to stop himself from screaming. The girl had no face. The girl raised her hand to show there was a mouth in her palm and laughed. “You could be described as a
jumping bean. Don’t be scared little bean I’m searching the great white rabbit for once I find him I shall get a wish.” The girl’s voice sounded very cheery but it was also and flat and chillingly cold. John nodded and ran his fingers through his head. “Good luck, look out for the bleeding clever dude.” John replied trying to process what he was witnessing. “Cheshire is a cruel old cat. I’d be weary little bean, Cat’s like mice you know. It’s the hatter who will have your head.” The girl broke out into laughter again and disappeared into thin air, leaving John thoroughly confused. “I’m stuck in an even more demented version of Alice in wonderland than the original.” John said to himself as the smell of tea drifted through the air and a strange sound followed it. It was like someone was repetitively dropping a top hat on the floor and picking it up and dropping it again. Unbeknownst to John a shadow figure came up behind him. The sound stopped and John turned around to see a dormouse riding a giant hat with maniacal yellow eyes and dripping red fangs. “What the fu….” Before John could complete his sentence he was eaten by the top hat and woke up in a cold sweat. The book fell off his face and he sat there glaring at the cover. “Lewis Carroll that is the last time I’m letting any of your books anywhere near me when I sleep.” John groaned staring up at the blazing sun."
- previous dream sequence is copyrighted by Cori Marsh

The Fable of Life is copy and paste
If I find anyone stole this from me I will go medieval on your ass and get the boiling hot tar!
Thanks for reading, I'm off. Need to read twelve thousand words before my friend does.
Wish me luck!!

Ok I failed.

I have a good reason for not posting though, and why this zombie like blog will actually probably die after this post till December. Well I'm doing NaNoWriMo this month. If you don't know what it is then let me explain/pour boiling oil on you. Joking. NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month that happens in November. So that means while I might neglect my blog I shall be typing busily away trying to force fifty thousand words from my fingers. Hopefully due to my lack of posting...... I mean less then now ..... I shall not be forgotten. Speaking of writing what am I doing?! I need to get to eleven thousand by tonight and I have a fiction paper to do. >.<; Oh nos......

The fable of life is thinking that something is impossible.

I SHALL SUCCEED!!!!!! ....... I hope....... Wish me luck.

Sorry again for the short post and lack of posting.

I might start posting prompts on here for anyone amusement.

Sonata in F Major

Hey look I've posted again. So far I'm doing a lot better then last month! In all actuality I'm sitting here in my studio class listening to my peer, Robert, play the piano. Did I mention I'm a musician? Well if not i am. I play the upright bass, electric bass, and guitar. I want to officially learn piano, I only know a few songs, also I used to know how to play the trumpet, trombone, and cello but it has been year since I have picked them up. I found a love of writing, cooking, and better instruments, what can I say? Yes the writing aspect may surprise you. This blog is not necessarily my best work so don't judge off of this. I am an English major at my college and next year I'm going to try and enter The New Writing Dundee which is a fiction magazine based in Dundee, Scotland but they open their pages to anyone from around the world. Also I want to put out in the world that I am a nerdfighter who loves Trock. If you don't know what ether of those I shall explain. A nerdfighter is just like a regular human but instead of being made of tissues and organs and stuff we are made of awesome. Go to nerdfighter.ning.com to find out more. Trock is the abbreviated name for time lord rock which is a genre of music based entirely on Doctor Who. I am obsessed with Doctor Who and another show called Firefly, which unfortunately was canceled. Look I'm going on and on about things I'll sign off now.

The Fable of life is thinking we are split, Browncoats and Alliance. We are all one.
Peace

My Hope

I'm listening to My Hope by Youtuber sweetafton23 aka Molly Lewis. It is catchy and a great song all together and I believe you should go subscribe to her. I've been thinking about you, who ever you are. If I don't know you past say a username do you exist? I doesn't seem there is an issue seeing as there is no you yet =P Well not much has happened since I last posted, or now that I think about it, maybe a few things have. I got my bass fixed which makes me happy, I got hit by a car. I'm ok don't worry, and I finished my English profile piece which I feel was really amazing but that isn't my decision it's my professors. They fixed the stove in my dorm so when I get pots and pans I shall start cooking and blogging about it. The idea is up in the air but I might start a collab channel with my friend on youtube. >.<; scary. Also I am in the middle of making my Halloween costume and trying to save my band. Our drummer moved away and our singer doesn't want to sing. Wish me luck.

Sorry this one is so short, exhausted.

Always remember that reality is a fable of life, no matter what people tell you you can make your life into anything you want.

Peace