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Huh... The cookie really did crumble. Are people still alive in here? razz

[Lady Lagomorph]

Maybe they're all writing their entries. emotion_kirakira I hope so.

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Lady Lagomorph

Maybe they're all writing their entries. emotion_kirakira I hope so.

Indeed smile 17 people still to come.

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[Lady Phaet]

I'll be entering XD I just needed some inspiration first... And I might have found it.

[Lady Phaet]

Lady Phaet

I'll be entering XD I just needed some inspiration first... And I might have found it.

I also forgot to mention crumbling cookies.. sorry, it's been a while since I read the rules.

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Lady Phaet

Lady Phaet

I'll be entering XD I just needed some inspiration first... And I might have found it.

I also forgot to mention crumbling cookies.. sorry, it's been a while since I read the rules.

Haha, thank you razz

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Picture 3- Living on the Moment.

“You know I’m dying right? Like, we don’t have the forever I wish we could.” He whispered in my ear, as ran his fingers along my hand. I couldn’t meet his eyes, in fear that my face would say it all. How weak I am, how afraid I am, and how much I love him.
“Yes Luke, I know but, I will have the precious memories of us forever, and that’s all that matters.” I whispered back, barely audible.
“Sam,” He spoke softly, like the snow falling in early December. “Please look at me.” I raised my head to his. His gray sad eyes stood out against his pale skin. The jet black hair that he used to have, had completely disappeared now, and was replaced by few strands sticking out in places. He usually covered his head with the hat I gave him, but he stopped lately. Why cover what you know is there, he said when I asked him why he stopped. His face was thin; his cheeks sunken in, his cheek bones sticking sharply out.
“When I die, my last thought will be you,” I shuddered at the word die, but he continued anyway. “Every moment that we shared, from the first time you met my gaze, to all the times you sat with me during my chemo, the times that you spent the night at my house when I was violently sick, to every laugh that we shared, to every hello you ever spoke to me.” I was staring at him, holding back the tears I never shed in front of him.
“I shouldn’t be your last thought.” I managed to say through my tight throat.
“It’s kinda hard when considering, you consume all of my thoughts.” And with that he kissed me in the dark autumn night.

~

I met Luke through my mom’s job. She works at The Cancer Research Center of California. I used to hate going there; it’s so depressing, seeing all the sad faces that have lost all hope. But then one Saturday, I went to bring my mother lunch. I planned to run in and out as fast as possible. I checked in at the front desk, and asked for the room my mother was in. I took the stairs instead of the cramped elevator. My mother was in the room I was promised, room 204. Instead of using my manners, I busted open the door to see my mother comforting a distort mother.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I sputtered beginning to turn out the room. Just as I turned to leave I caught the eye of Luke. He was on the opposite side of the room from my mom and the sobbing lady. He was staring at me with sad shimmering gray eyes.
“Sam,” My mother called. “Please knock next time!” She scolded.
“Yeah, I got it, sorry.” I murmured still staring at Luke. My mother followed my gaze across the room to Luke’s face.
“Do you two know each other?” My mother asked.
“Yeah, I think we were lab partners last year in science.” I answered. Luke’s face brightened just a bit.
“Yeah, and we dissected the cats and ours wasn’t dead all the way, so you ran out the class screaming.” He grinned as I laughed at the horrid memory.
“Well, how about you take Luke down to the cafeteria while I finish talking to his mother.” My mom suggested.
“Fine, come on, they have like the best milk shakes ever.” I said leaving my mom’s lunch on the counter near the sink. Luke took one last look at his mother before walking out the hallway, with me trailing behind him.
“So,” I stared as we drank our milkshakes. “How’s life?” I asked.
“Okay,” He replied staring at the table.
“Oh.”I said slurping away. We didn’t say anything for a long time before he broke the silence.
“Sam?” He asked.
“Yes?”
“Life’s not okay, at all.” He said staring into my eyes.
“Yeah,” I replied. “But it always gets better.”
“No, it’s not. If anything, it’s all going downhill from here.” He laughed once without humor.
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
“I have cancer. One with no cure, I’m going to die Sam.” Luke said in a steadily.
“I thought it was…”
“No, it’s me. And I don’t know what I’m going to do. There is so much I want to do; I mean I just started high school. There’s so much I need to do, and it’s like God is spitting on me.”
“He always has a purpose; we just have to find it you know?” I said calmly.
“Well, what’s the purpose of me dyeing?” he asked sarcastically flipping his hair out his face.
“Well, if there is so much you need to do, then do it. Just live, so when it’s all said and done, you have no regrets.” I answered.
“Will you help me?” He asked quietly.
“Of course,” I promised.

~

That was four years ago, and since that day we’ve been inseparable. Soon we became best friends, and that powerful friendship turned into a powerful romance. And he hated it. “I hate knowing that we’re going to lose each other.” He would say when we first started dating. Live in the moment I would reply, and he got over it.
Even though I seemed strong and tough on the outside, it was killing me on the inside. I had every fear that he had, and so much more of mine own. I got so attached to him over those four years that I couldn’t bear to lose him. The chemo therapy would work, and everyone would be hopeful and happy; only for our joy to come crashing around us soon after. I would cry myself to sleep, wondering how I could ever lose him. But I never cried in front of him, I never would only prove how afraid I am. I know that if I cry, it would only make him worry.
In the last four years, things have been life a roller coaster. The first year was pretty good; we thought that the cancer was a mistake. We couldn’t be bigger fools. The second year, Luke got worse. Even if there was no cure for Luke’s cancer, my mother tried radiation therapy to slow the cancer. It worked, and the cancer slowed by 43%. Again we got joyous and hopeful, only for fate to hit us again. Luke got worse, worse than before.
He got better the following year, when my mom tried chemo. Again, like the radiation therapy, he got incredibly better, only to get terribly worse. Luke lost all of his hair, he lost over 60 pounds, and his skin got sickly pale. I felt that reality was finally hitting me, that I was actually loosing him. Then the fourth year, this year, my mom told us, that the cancer has spread to most of his body. And that he shouldn’t make college plans for next year, like the rest of the seniors. He was still put on chemo, because without chemo, we would have lost him already. Luke took this information really well, I on the other hand didn’t. In front of everyone I did, behind closed doors was a different story.
He got worse and worse, and soon chemo became nothing but something that made him violently sick. And all we had was each other; each other and hope.

~

I walked up the steps of Luke’s house and opened the door. Mrs. Fletcher was in the kitchen making cookies. “Hello Sam,” She called to me as I walked in.
“Hi Mrs. Fletcher, is Luke ready?” I asked walking into the kitchen and grabbing a hot cooking taking a bite.
“I think so,” She replied turning around and staring at my dress. “Oh, Sam honey, you look stunning. Let me go get Luke; I need to get a picture of this!” She hurried out of the kitchen and up the stairs calling Luke’s name in her singsong voice. I just finished my cookie, and was beginning to reach for another, when she called my name.
I walked to the living room to see Luke blushing fiercely next to his mother. He was wearing a black tux with a red tie and holding a yellow rose corsage. He stood next to me, and began to fasten the corsage on to my wrist. “You look amazing,” He whispered.
“So do you, Love.” I whispered back. After countless pictures, tears and hugs from Luke’s mother, we were finally able to make it to our senior prom. We danced and sang along to the random stupid pop songs, and having a great time. We rested when Luke felt faint, and chatted with friends. Luke was smiling the whole time, and all I could do was smile back. We were voted prom queen and prom king surprisingly, which made Luke blush so hard he looked like and apple.
Instead of going to the countless after parties we decided to go to our favorite place and watch the stars. We crept back into his house and changed our clothes and snuck back out without waking his parents to ask us a million questions. We went a wide opening in the woods behind an apartment complex. We discovered this place when Luke first started chemo, and we needed to escape. We lay in each other’s arms watching the stars and saying whatever came to mind.
“Do you care Sam?” Luke asked randomly.
“Care about what?” I asked
“Me, you know dying.” He explained.
“Of course, how can you even ask that?”
“You never express you do. You’re like a stone when I talk about it, you seem like you’re bored with the whole topic.”
“I have to act that way.” I said simply.
“Why?”
“I have to seem strong, I have to be strong. I can’t have you worrying about me when, it's you…” I started.
“I don’t get it.” He said quietly. I sighed and stood up.
“I’m afraid, more afraid then I have ever been in my whole entire life. It’s terrifying knowing that you love a person so much, that just the thought of them leaving you, them no longer being in your life, kills you on the inside. I’m afraid that when you leave me, I will not only lose you, the most important person in my life, but I will lose myself. I cry, I get upset, and I get frustrated, I just won’t show those feelings in front of you. I don’t want you to hurt more than you already are.” I explained, as tears ran down my cheeks. The tears that I have been holding back for four years, the tears that I vowed never to let him see.
He stood up and walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my frame, pulling me close. I hugged him back tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. He lifted me up spinning me around. How long we stayed like that, I don’t know. I was living in the moment.

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The next day, while I was eating breakfast, I got a call from my mother. Within seconds I was pulling on sweat pants and rushing towards the center. I ran up the stairs to Luke’s room; 204. I burst through the doors and over to Luke’s side, staring at him, trying to catch my breath. I stared at the plugs in his nose, the tubes running through his arms, the shallow breaths leaving through his slightly parted lips.
“Sam,” My mother started coming next to me, and placing a hand on my shoulder. “I think, this is it, dear. I don’t think I can do anything else.” She whispered. I looked at her, with my eyes watering nodding my head. “He wanted you dear; he won’t let his mother back in here in till he saw you.”
“Luke,” I whispered. “Luke, love,” I said tapping his arm. His eyes fluttered open, his grey eyes focusing on me. “Luke, I’m here, like I always promised.”
“Sam, I’m sorry, I tried to beat it or you. God knows I tried.” He said groggily.
“Don’t worry about it, I know you did.”
“I’ll wait for you, you know in heaven. I’ll watch you too, on your first day of college, when you get married, when you raise your family. Forever, I’ll be with you forever.” He said holding on to my hand.
“I thought I could do this, I thought I was prepared. But I’m not Luke, I’m sorry I can’t be strong like I promised.” I apologized.
“Don’t apologize. You have showed me a love that no one has ever shown to me before. You gave me four years of your life, and that is a life time to me. Just don’t forget me.” He whispered.
“I will never forget you, I promise.”
“Remember, live in the moment.” He mouthed, and with that, he took his last breath and he was gone. His heart just stopped, and something inside of me clicked off. Like a light switch in a really bright room has just flicked off, leaving nothing but midnight darkness.

~

I was told that things will get better over time. I was told that I would meet someone new, and I will learn to love again. What those people don’t understand, is that I don’t want anyone new. And nothing ever got better, every time I wake up, and every time I reach for the phone to call him, to hear his voice, I die inside. It’s killing me, and I’m trying to live. I’m trying to live in the moment like I promised I would. But it’s so hard, considering, he was my life.

[jumpforjo]

That's the way the cookie crumbles'

when I finish my story, I just post it in the thread, right?

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jumpforjo

That's the way the cookie crumbles'

when I finish my story, I just post it in the thread, right?

Yep, thats what it says. You have been added smile

[Yutora]

That's the way the cookie crumbles, dear.

Heavy writers block, so I shall join in to get rid of it.
I haven't written anything in months;
besides my Anon stuff from the event.

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Yutora

That's the way the cookie crumbles, dear.

Heavy writers block, so I shall join in to get rid of it.
I haven't written anything in months;
besides my Anon stuff from the event.

Sounds like a plan. You have been added biggrin

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That's the way the cookie crumbles smile oh and i'll be using number 6 biggrin my entry should be finished today.

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#6 The Tree


Kat sat in our tree, smoking her cheap cigarette. As I looked at her, I realized why I loved her so much. She was like the smoke pouring from her mouth; gossamer, fleeting, beautiful. Her eyes sparkled like the morning sun that cut through the leaves. We had been there for hours, but looking at her it seemed like mere minutes, seconds. I felt guilt for seeing her as perfect. I knew deep down that perfection was unattainable, but she was the closest thing I had found. I loved her.

She caught my eye and attempted a smile. This surprised me. Smiling was not her strong point. She had lived in a world of scowls her whole life, surrounded by pain and misery. That made her stir Eros in my heart even more. I smiled back, a grin that hid my teeth but stretched across my face, timidly. She was a sad, but beautiful girl. Just the smell of this ethereal creature's hair made my head swim. I loved her.

It was after church, a church we both hated. We were both raised catholic, but eventually we were led to the same all-too-realistic atheistic apathy. She hated religion. I felt it was unnecessary, but beautiful. But aren't all beautiful things unnecessary? Even she was a luxury, an extra. But that thought made me cringe. The idea that she was not needed was absurd, because I needed her. When I would tell her these things, she'd chuckle cruelly. She was a cruel woman, a woman who felt that love was naive and silly. She felt that I was silly for loving her. I continued to love her.

She was a stunningly wounded girl, abused and emotionally eviscerated. She hurt people to stop her own hurting. I knew why she did this and I allowed her to do it to me. I remembered the way she tasted. She tasted of salt and honey, so justly a representation of her heart, sweet but bitter, bittersweet. I wanted nothing more than to spend my life tasting her, touching her, loving her. But she was dead-set on keeping me at bay. To her I was nothing but pain and misery. She believed that I would leave her with nothing, an empty shell of a person with nothing but agony. But, still, I loved her.

We had a deal. No feelings, No caring, Just fun. At first, I could do this, I detached from the things we did behind closed doors, beneath this tree. But after years of this, of this torture, I gave in. She didn’t notice until I had said something. That’s why we were sitting so quietly. She knew that she had felt love, and it burned her. She withdrew, she hid. She wanted nothing to do with me. But I refused to leave her, as every other person had. She felt no love, though I attempted to surround her wit h it.

She stood from her spot in the tree and looked at me, only inches away from my branch. Her gaze was penetrating, probing, as if she were looking for something. I looked back, trying to find some hint of affection. I found nothing. Though she stirred my heart, there was nothing looking back at me. Because we had touched, because I had violated our deal by caring, she had become that empty shell. Though I hate to admit, I no longer loved her.