pink-e-dink

“Well now this could be the last of all the rides we take/ So hold on tight and don't look back/ We don't care about the message or the rules they make/ We'll find you when the sun goes black.” The Kids From Yesterday, My Chemical Romance I must have let my mind wander a little too far, because soon I had no idea where I was. Being completely and utterly lost, I kept driving down the one way road that seemed to lead on forever until I found a safe place to pull over. I wasn’t too far down the road when I found the graveyard. It wasn’t a graveyard for people with tombstones and flowers; it was a graveyard for old, red,

She hated checking the messages on the machine. For the first few months she had hoped that the message would be someone tell her that they found Percy. Around April she stopped hoping. All she could do was wish that her son would come home. She couldn't even pray. Who would she pray to? The people —the gods— who took him away? The red light telling her she had a message had been blinking in her home phone for days. She didn't want to listen to it ever. She wanted the cable company or the bank or the salesman to just sit there forever. They weren't bringing her son back. Annabeth had told them that the ship was leaving and that th

She had never been late a day in her life. So I got nervous when two minutes before the bell, Anna still wasn't in her seat. I remember the day I met her, her blonde curly hair up in pigtails with two matching yellow bows. I loved them; I was always fascinated with the little things. The next day she was wearing a different bow, this one was purple, and from that moment on I demanded that she wear a different bow in her hair everyday. She did. One hundred and eighty different bows; she never missed a day. She didn't wear bows after Kindergarten. I miss that little girl with the bows sometimes. I think I made her hate them, the bows I mean.

The end. The fucking end. Everything was over; and she didn't get to see it end. There was just as much disbelief -- no there was more than when she found out he left. There were too many endings with them and so few beginnings. Even when things were awful as long as they were together, a team, they were the best times. No matter how scared, or tired, or angry they got, they were always happy. Maybe that's insane to think that you can be sad and happy at the same time, but they were. And maybe they were insane; they were two kids fighting for their lives. But they were living. The end. Their end, every thing was over. They started running

After Armageddon, Carter was named pharaoh, the king. When we got married, I was made his queen. Most people, when they think of the queen of Egypt (or at least the magical world) probably don't picture a twenty-six year old sitting at her kitchen table in her apartment in Brooklyn, typing an angry email to a magician in Germany. Carter and I didn't have normal 9-5 jobs like the rest of the world. We both worked from about 8am to 8pm working with people from all over the world to make sure things continued to run smoothly. Carter and I constantly had to be in different parts of the world (portal hopping, he called it). Some days I would brin

About a week after the first OBGYN visit, Carter and I were sitting on the couch in our apartment. It was one of those rainy Saturdays where you don't do more than change out of your pajamas. Because Halloween was this week, ABC Family was having a Harry Potter movie marathon. We were half way through the Order of the Phoenix, and the two of us were locked in an argument about whether or not Voldemort's death could be considered murder. I said that, even though it was justified and save so many lives, it is still killing another person. Carter disagreed. "What do you think?" Carter asked, lifting my shirt and putting his face close to my, s

I honestly should have seen this coming. Everything added up, all the symptoms were there, I could actually pinpoint the night it happened. And it was the last thing that I had expected. I would have expected the flu, or a cold, or stress but not this. I sat there dumbfounded. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Carter looked the same way. "I'll just leave you two here for a few minutes to talk about things." The doctor said before walking out. I turned to look at Carter. When he looked at me, his face split into a huge grin. "I'm gonna be a dad!" He screamed. He grabbed me and dragged me off the bed, pulling me into a hug. Then he look

I love Carter, I really do, but he can be very over protective. I had let it slip that I hadn't been feeling well and he instantly insisted that I go to the doctors. I was probably jut stressed, and missing a day at work for no reason would only add to the stress. Regardless, I still ended up sitting in a doctors office with nothing to do but read faded, old posters about symptoms of the Measles and the importance of Mammograms. The doctor, a young blond woman who reminded me of Jaz, had asked me all the basic questions and symptoms, took my blood pressure, and (embarrassingly) had me pee in a cup. She left the room to rune a few tests and

"So this is it then? After everything we've gone to you're just going to go back and forget about me?" "I'm not going to forget about you. It's just that, Camp Jupiter is my place, I'm Roman, I need to be there." "She needs you to be there." "No, the 200 kids that are there, depending on me to lead them. I'm their Praetor." "You were their Praetor." "Why don't you come with me if you don't want me to leave?" "You have your place and I have mine. There are kids here who need me." "So you can't abandon your camp but it's okay to abandon mine? That's pretty selfish." "Fuck you! You have what? One year, maybe, before you leave the camp an

One thing about home schooling yourself and trying to baby sit a dozen ankle biters is that there isn't much time for sleep. The only real productive time I have for studying was at night. Sadie thinks I should just quit school and become a full time nanny/runner of Brooklyn house. That won't be happening. But that's how I end up in the library until the wee hours of the night almost every night. Even Cleo's gone by now. I stifled a yawn and checked the time. Ten to one. Fantastic. Perfect time for a snack. And maybe some coffee. I tried to move silently from the library to the kitchen. I could get there in the dark no problem at this point