MisterColle

From among the maple tree, a mosquito lands on my arm and sucks the sweet blood within. Easily I could have squatted the bug, preserving the blood within my body while destroying the creature attempting to take it so it may sustain itself. I ultimately refrain from doing so. As I consider the insect doing what it was meant to do, an unusually unique and familiar feeling dawns upon me. This is a feeling I had not felt in what seems like years now. It is a feeling I only felt when in the presence of one particular person. I feel an unmistakable purity of the Now. This is feeling I’ve all too often tried to avoid since their passing. But

A porch. In the middle stands a door. They are old and tattered. A boy appears from outside the door, running. He is young. About 10. He is very energetic and playful. He immediately runs to the green lawn and starts to skate like a hockey player. He body-checks a few players. He calls out for a pass from his center. He receives it. He skates with the puck around the lawn. He stops, winds up with his imaginary stick and takes a slapper. Nick: HE TAKES THE SHOT! HE SCOOOOOOOORES! Nick celebrates around the lawn, running now. He yells at the top of his lungs for a few seconds. He eventually starts to lose speed. He gets tired. Gradually, he

The mill was a two century-old structure that housed the lives of seven generations of the Petite family. It sat on the Tarn River, just outside the peaceful village of Sainte-Enimie. The wood that made up the seemingly ancient structure was old and decaying, like I. Planks of wood would often break off the walls, the ceiling, and even the watermill itself. Every day I feared that one of the planks would hit me, but they never did. I never knew why they never did. Prior to my time in the Petite mill, I had lived a life void of religion. My parents were both devote to their religion, and I was obligated to join them for mass every Sunday. Sur

Star above that shines so bright Won’t you give me your sweet light? You are so far away above the sky Yet you are so close to my sad eye Tie me to my waist and pull me there I’ll leave all my friends, I don’t care Give me the happiness I’ve always deserved Give me the happiness I’ve always preserved Yes you’re dead and that’s a shame I didn’t even get to know your name But pull me up and let me smile And let me stay, for a little while

Sure, most of the time they beat you to the punch. But once in a while you manage to get in there and shout it out before they're done... "Can i quickly buy a cup of tea??".   The woman looks at me with her lazy eyes. Obviously wanting to go home, she slowly goes back behind the counter. Forgetting that a polite employee is supposed to respond to such a question,, she quickly looks up and says "Sure" with no genuine kindness whatsoever. I do not blame the girl. She probably had a shitty day at work, and wanted to get the hell out of her place of work. "Sorry", I say with complete sympathy. "Oh don't even worry about it." She sends a fake s

'Seven women sat in a circle. One felt the wind blowing. Another...' 2: Uhhgg... 3: Two? What are you so sad about? 2: Ohhhh... 5: I don't think she's sad, my dear Three. She's...... 1: Pleasured! 7: Oh, One. Always on the pleasure. Always searching enlightenment through pleasure. Sixty-nine has really had an influence on you. 2: Oh my..... 4: Two? Can you tell us what is bringing about such pleasure? 6: It's not pleasure! You dirty girl! It's... *Everyone is silent* 2: Oh...my. Oh my. I am so sorry. I don't know what went over me! I just had the most wonderful feeling in the world. 1: You were thinking about Twenty-Three weren't

Toothpick in her mouth, sunglasses covering a large portion of her freckled face, Becky Daunt knew exactly what she was going to do once she woke up this fine morning. Maybe it was the fact that it cut down a surprising amount of daily expenses, or maybe it was because of the sheer thrill that it brought her; stealing toilet paper was a hidden joy of Becky's, and this morning will be the morning to do it. Ryerson University made it so simple and easy; it would be a shame if it weren't shamefully stolen. And the rolls! They lasted for weeks! Becky entered her destination, Balzac's Cafe (located in the Image Arts building), and went straight to

*Enter. Examines self. Very pleased.* Pride: Good warm morning, ladies and gentlemen. *Looks around at them* What are we all staring at? *Notices box* A box! Envy: Before you so joyfully strolled in with your entire swagger, yes, we were examining a box. Pride: A swagger greater than most, I might say! You see, my quality of fineness- Wrath:  Oh shut up, will you?!? I’m sick and tired of you strolling in everyday, glorifying yourself to the point of no return. Greed: Oh calm down. There are more important things at hand. What is in the box! It could be money. A few gold bars. (Pause) You know, how about I take it home and see what&

Kat: I've never had a dream in my life. Nick: I find that hard to believe. Kat: It's the truth. I never have. It gets me sad sometimes, especially when everyone talks about theirs. Nick: What do you think dreaming is like? Kat: From what I hear about them, they sound like a second life. No. They sound like thousands of lives. Because you're always in a different situation and are under different circumstances, right? Nick: Not always...but most of the time. (Pause) Some people have the same dream over and over. (Pause) Kat: I've always wanted to know what it's like, dreaming. Nick: Well...when you're in a dream, you usually don't reali