My apologies…

I only successfully posted 8 stories in this section before the year was up, I owe you 17 more stories and as such I will work on posting those. They may be short, or long. And they might not just be in story format, but in poem format. It can vary depending on how I was feeling when I was writing the story. I tend to be happy when I write stories and when I write poems I tend to be more depressed.

Fare thee well!

Karen Alyse


Hah. I have way too much fun writing things like this… I haven’t even experienced this before either… Hopefully will soon, though ;)

Yep. It’s me again. It’s sorta been a while… Well this is just something I wrote this morning cuz I was bored. Good stuff. I get all giddy when I do stuff like this cuz I don’t even know if I’m doing it correctly because I know nothing about these things… Well. Enjoy my non-understanding of topics like kisses and such. These types of posts may come up more often. :3

Walking hand in hand with Him just felt right. Like we were meant to be. I wouldn’t have been able to explain it to someone if they had asked, I just knew, in that moment, that we belonged together. Him and me. Me and Him. We. As we followed the sidewalk into an area furnished with many overhanging trees, I sighed and breathed in the lovely scent of the honeysuckle bushes that were littered along the trail. Then all too soon He stopped walking. I made a sound of slight outrage, but then I felt an arm slip around my waist, His arm. I felt Him pull me closer and closer and closer until there was barely any room between us, “you are my everything, sweetheart.” And then He pulled me the last little bit of space closer and kissed me softly, lovingly, adoringly. And my heart nearly stopped from the amount of love I felt at that precise moment in time. That was when I knew it. I knew that He was the one. I knew that He was my soulmate.


Welp. Fare thee well!!
Karen Alyse

Boys and Girls.




Isn’t it always about boys?

The world is so intricately designed

and yet all girls truly care about are boys.

What would the world be like if that wasn’t all there was?

What would girls do if they weren’t obsessed with boys?

Maybe be more independent? Maybe be brave.

Maybe they would be proud of who they are.

Maybe they wouldn’t think twice if a boy looked their way.

Maybe they’d be more than they are now.



Alternately, boys tend to think only about girls.

Girls are something to get. Something they have.

Something to flaunt. Something that they “acquired”.

Does that sound like a person? To me it sounds like an artifact.

A toy that can be used at their pleasure and tossed away when it gets old.

A thing that has little value once it gets old.

A thing that a boy may toss away when he is bored.

What if boys respected girls more?

What if girls were actually a special addition to a boy’s life?


Boys & Girls.

Together they can do great things.

Together they have great power.

Together they can get married.

Together they can fix their problems.

Together they can build a home.

Together they can council their friends equally.

Together they can dance.

Together they can sing.

Together they can do great and noble things.


So why?

Why do boys think of girls as objects? And why do girls think of boys as an escape?

Why do boys parade girls? And why do girls chase after boys?

Why do boys cast away girls when they get bored? Why would a girl run back to a boy who was so cruel to her?

Why do boys ignore girls until having one suits them? Why do girls think it is okay to be ignored?

Why do boys and girls use each other so wrongly?


Just some thoughts that I had on my mind. I’ve noticed these instances a lot more lately. I just don’t think we should truly hang our whole life on one other person. Girls shouldn’t plan their lives around a guy and drop everything just because he wanted to do something and guys shouldn’t drop everything just because the girl wanted to do something. It should be relatively equal and they should agree on the terms of their relationship. If they go to a dance and meet up there and the girl wants to talk to her friends because she hasn’t seen them and rarely ever does, then the guy should let her. He shouldn’t attempt to box her up and tell her she can ONLY spend the night with him and then when she doesn’t listen to him he shouldn’t leave without telling her. That is not the way things should happen. And guys shouldn’t feel suffocated by the girl. He should be able to be as free as the girl is. They should be on the same grounds in these areas.

Just some of my ideas and opinions. Tell me what you think! I actually am really interested!!

Fare thee well!!

Karen Alyse

Silver-Lined Heart (Write Alike Poem) from my Senior Year (2013-2014)

I’m for reckless abandon

and spontaneous celebrations of nothing at all,

like those times when no one is around you

and your automatic reaction is to dance around with no inhibitions!

See things you hate, things you despise,

student drivers who aren’t aware of their blinkers,

driving 5 miles per hour below the speed limit,

that’s all well and good.

And as far as sending text messages goes,

I guess you should.

it might just be a text that saves someone’s life,

brings true happiness to a friend or true love to adults.

But as far as what soothes me, what inspires and moves me,

honesty behooves me to tell you your rage doesn’t move me.

See, like the darkest of clouds my heart has a silver lining,

which does not harken to the loudest whining,

but beats and stirs and grows ever more

when I learn of the things you’re actually for.

That’s why I’m for leaps of faith, perfect love, and stories of friendship,

nothing but the music of successful long distance friendships.

For the fact of love being true

the way it is portrayed in love stories that we may just know it.

For movies when you need them,

and books when you need them.

And the wisdom to know the difference.

I’m for wishes upon stars, for friendships that endure,

for unconditional and divine and wise true love,

that it will always grow and burn throughout trials.

For dancing in the rain, and for the rain itself,

by which I mean the individual raindrops. Definitely for the raindrops.

Warm hoodies, and homemade chocolate shakes,

And stories written with your own imagination in the comfort of your home:

I’m for all of these.

So don’t waste my time and your curses on verses

about what you are against, despise, and abhor.

Tell me what inspires you, what fulfills and fires you,

put your precious pen to paper and tell me what you’re for!



Fare thee well!!

Karen Alyse

Cruel as It Is, We Somehow Go On (Write Alike Short Story) from my Senior Year (2013-2014)

Sometimes the fandom life is cruel.

That is ultimately the fundamental lesson here, as fangirls wail, celebrities sleep calmly in hotels, and the angsty teens lie unclaimed in the rubble that once was real life.

Sometimes the characters fall and will not stop. Sometimes the writers turn evil and will not write. Sometimes the producers rise and smack the storyline like a fist. Sometimes the producers delay and split the story. And sometimes, the emotions rattle and heave and split in two.

Sometimes the fandom life is cruel.

And always, when it is, we do the same thing. We dig ourselves out. We weep and mourn, we recover and memorialize the fallen, we rebuild our hopes. And we go on. This is the price of being a fangirl. And also, arguably, the noblest fandoms.

Sometimes the fandom life is cruel, and you have no choice but to accept that as part of the bargain called fangirling. And when it is your turn to deal with it, you try.

But what if it’s always your turn?

Surely some hopeless, tear-streaked fangirl can be forgiven for thinking it is always her turn this evening, two minutes after the most angsty fandom in the world saw its episode airing delayed by the strongest force it has ever known, an evil producing monster. Surely, the rest of us watching from afar, experiencing tragedy and devastation from the comfort of desk chairs and living room couches, are tempted to believe the same thing.

Bad enough, fangirls are wretchedly poor. Bad enough they have a history of emotional instability and weakness, of being ignored by the major powers when it is not being exploited by them. Bad enough, all that, yet at the end of the day, those are disasters authored by the producers hands, by producers greed, producers corruption, producers economic predation.

Sometimes, though, you have to wonder if the producers themselves are not conspiring against these feisty little fangirls.

After 1995, when A&E’s Pride and Prejudice was aired, after 2005, when Doctor Who was revived and swept away over 500 fangirls, after 2006 when the mercy of Robin Hood helped over 2,000 souls, after 2010, when Sherlock aired only three episodes and Downton Abbey made a stir, followed by Merlin’s newfound fame which captured even more, after the double whammy of Spies of War and Bates Motel in 2013 gathered many more fangirls and destroyed social lives, through all that, comes this lifestyle – and an emotional toll psychologists cannot begin to even imagine. Perhaps as many as millions, they were saying on Wednesday.

Sometimes the fandom life is cruel. To crawl onto the couch, scanning for new episodes on Netflix, charting when shows are available, running from real life issues, is to understand this in a primal, personal way. It is to view a show that begins, “Long ago, in the time of dragons…” It is to create clever tumblr posts, donate your small funds, volunteer material and time and to fear, even in the waiting, that these gestures are small against the reality, inconsequential against the ache of a people  whose turn to fall never seems to end.

But what else are you going to do? As the playwright put it, your voice is too small to talk with producers. Even less have we the ability to answer the question that burns the moment: Why are the most vulnerable repeatedly assessed the highest price?

We are hamstrung by our own obsessions, so we can only do what we always do, only send money and hope. And watch, staggered by the courage it takes, as fangirls do what fangirls always do, the thing at which they have become so terribly practiced.

Dig out. Weep and mourn. Memorialize the fallen. Rebuild. Go on. And show the world once againa stubborn insistence on living, despite all the cruelties of the fandom life.


Fare thee well!!

Karen Alyse

The Hurt (Mad World) – [True Story]

Mad World – Donnie Darko



I thought we were more than just friends,

I thought I was more than a means to an end.

But then I thought you were almost mine,

When you stole my heart and left broken pieces behind.


Whatever let me think that we had a chance?

Whatever helped me see past your second glance?

It wasn’t me. It wasn’t me.

It was the person I wanted to be.


The world continued spinning,

Like nothing had ever mattered,

Your life continued enduring,

But mine? Mine was shattered.


Did I even have a shot at romance?

Looking back, I know there was no chance.

But what could have stopped me from hoping?

Only the knowledge of the betrayal coming.


Do you know what you did to me?

When you said that you cared?

When you said you would be there?

You promised me. You promised me.

But then you disappeared.


“I love you, too” you said,

“But as a friend”.

My world stopped,

My eyes glossed.


The tears began to fall,

The dark was a cover from all.

The movie was about “happyness”,

But where was the happy?


A few more times that day I almost broke outside,

I was broken inside and kept it hidden.

The idea that someone might see my pain,

That gave me more pain than I could bear.


The question of “what’s wrong?” would not be asked,

The idea that people might see my weakness scared me.

I settled for hiding, for fighting my tears,

Fighting my real emotions, fighting the fears.


They would not see it today,

No, not on a day that was supposed to be so good.

The beginning of a new month,

The beginning of the hurt.


The world wouldn’t see it,

They couldn’t understand.

I’ve hidden it away,

Until I actually understand.


I cannot fathom it right now,

But as my days go on I will.

One day him pushing me away,

Will be the best thing he did for me.


One day I may even thank him for it,

But not today, this day of all days.

No, not today;

Not now anyway.


This wasn’t what I wanted,

But it was what I got.

The world may be cruel,

But this is probably worthwhile.


I may not stop loving him,

But my life will go on.

He will still be my bestfriend,

Even if he doesn’t want me as his.



Fare thee well!

Karen Alyse

Story #3: Querton Part 2

Hello, I’m Keegan, Arietta’s twin brother. The one she so kindly gave you a piece of in the beginning of her story. Now, I know the scene you ended with looks bad and I mean REALLY bad. But the only thing is, you haven’t heard the rest of the story. Arietta didn’t get in major trouble the way she thought she would. In fact, our parents were relieved more that she was back home safe and hadn’t accidentally done anything to a human that could have fatally harmed them.

Oh I know, you’re worried about what we can do to humans now, right? Everything comes with a price, or so people say, but I think that in order for us to exist we shouldn’t have to pay anymore prices. The one price we should have to pay is the one where we are being hunted. After that, we should be free to do whatever, but now, there’s more to our “restrictions” than we ever thought.

Here, let’s take you back to when Arietta returned from her little escapade. That may help explain some things.

“What were you thinking?” Our parents demanded, Arietta glanced at me; she looked as helpless as a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. However, there was nothing I could do for my dear sister who means so much to me.

“I-uh, well… I mean… I just wanted to see if humans are as bad as people say they are.”

I sighed, shaking my head and then mom spoke, “Dear, you could have just come to your father and I and asked. You don’t need to go and have little secret escapades to find out things about humans. Your father and I know all about them.”

Arietta shrugs, “I didn’t feel comfortable coming and asking you. Plus, I wanted to find out what they were like for me. Why is this so important?”

“It’s important” our mother continued, “Because we can harm humans if we aren’t careful.”

Arietta looks up, a little confused, and I must admit that this little bit of information made me want to know more as well.

“What do you mean?” Arietta asks, “How can we harm them?”

Mom sighs, she didn’t want to scare Arietta, she just wanted to give her an idea of what could have possibly happened depending on the situation, “I don’t believe you did anything, darling. The thing that harms them is kissing them and I’m almost positive you did not kiss a human.”

Arietta visibly relaxes, “Oh. Well, that’s good! I am glad you told me now.” Then she looks a little sheepish, “Is it okay if I see Joann again?”

Our parents stare at her, “You mean you actually met a human!?” our dad asks, almost yelling.

Arietta nods, “Y-yes… I met one.” She says as she shies away from our dad.

Our mom places a hand on our dad’s shoulder and says, “Let me handle this one. You look like you’re about to explode.”

Our dad softens at her touch, “Alright.”

Turning back towards Arietta, our mom smiled, “I understand that you want to go see your new friend again, I do. The whole deal is; we have to be extremely careful. We can’t go running around major cities thinking that the government won’t notice us. They might not notice us at the beginning, but eventually they will. Who’s to say that day is going to be a good day?”

Arietta looked down, disappointment was blatant in her countenance, “You mean… I can’t see her…. At all? Ever again?”

“Yes sweetheart. I’m sorry, but this friendship ends now. You’re a danger to her and she’s a danger to us.” our mom said sadly, “Honestly? I wish it didn’t have to happen this way. I wish we could interact with the regular humans of the world, I really do.”

Arietta sighed, “Okay… I guess I’ll never see Joann again, then. I’m sorry I worried you so much…”

At this point I walked over and placed my arm around Arietta’s shoulders, “Come on, sis. Let’s go ahead and find something to do that might distract you. Maybe we can play `Escapades’ like when we were younger,” my mention of our favorite childhood game brought a little bit of a smile to her face, “Come on Ari, I know you know how to smile! And I know you want to play `Escapades’!”

“Well…” Arietta smiled, “I suppose it couldn’t hurt to play one round…”

“Great!” I say, “Let’s go ahead and get out of here.”

“Alright!” Arietta says as I lead her out the front door of our house.

The minute we get outside I lead her down the street and once we’re a good distance away I step in front of her, “Excuse me, Ari. I know that you probably don’t want to talk about this, but did you understand what mom and dad said about us being harmful to humans?”

Ari shrugs, “I don’t know… I guess it could just be a way for them to stop us from seeing other kids that we don’t know, but why would they do that?”

I sigh, “Uh… I’m not really sure, but somehow I don’t think we could really do anything that bad to a human… Somehow I think they just want us to stay away from them, but I’m not sure why they would want that, either…”

As we are standing there the clouds move to cover up the sun, putting an almost gloomy look on our small town. Looking around, I wonder what the real cities look like, “Ari, what did Las Vegas look like, was it like this,” I say as I gesture all around us, “Or was it different?”

Arietta looks at me, almost a little curiously, “You didn’t actually mean we would play `Escapades’ did you? You just wanted to get out of the house so that I could tell you about the humans!”

I shrug, “Hey, when you’re right, you’re right. There’s no point in arguing. I really do want to know about the human world.”

So that’s the story of what happened after Arietta came back from Las Vegas and how I got Arietta to explain everything to me, I mean, I know I probably shouldn’t have asked, but she was willing to tell me. My parents weren’t happy with her for a very long time after that, but hey, it all ended up being alright. I mean, look at where we are now. Oh wait… You don’t know anything about that yet… Here we go.

The town of Querton has been flooded with activity since the incident with Arietta and Joann. However, not one parent actually knows about all the activity, the reason for this? We didn’t want to get Arietta in even more trouble; it’s bad enough that she has to deal with our parents being mad at her; we didn’t want everyone else’s parents to be mad at her as well.

So whenever we have free time, or our parents aren’t available, we attempt to meet up with our human friends. Oh, and the whole thing about us mutations being fatal to humans? As far as I’ve seen, it’s false. Although, I’m not sure I’ve seen anyone kiss anyone else… yet, that is.

So, from my point of view, it appears like our parents are worried about nothing. We’ve been hanging out with them in the forest every weekend for almost a year now, we have quiet little parties where we just sit and talk about things. Every once in a while, we dance and sing quietly. As far as we’ve been concerned, there has not been one incident of something bad happening to anyone of either race.

I’m thinking it was just a ruse to scare us with, but we’ll see. I mean, it appears like my sister, Arietta, has been getting a lot closer to this human guy named Aaron. As in, they seem like they are starting to get really close to the possibility of kissing, so I suppose we might find out what happens when humans and mutations, like us, kiss. Maybe our parents will be correct, but somehow I don’t think they will be.

There will be another activity tonight, we’re all actually going to a movie theater to watch a movie; it’s supposedly going to be really fun. I think we’ll just have to see about that, but it does create a perfect opportunity for Ari and Aaron. Perhaps we will find out whether the mystery is real, or whether it is actually a myth?

“Hey Keegan!” Arietta called to me when I got into the forest clearing where we meet our other friends.

“Hey Ari,” I smile, my sister looks super excited for this activity, I wonder why…

Once everyone else shows up to the clearing, Ari and I lead the way to the outer edge of the forest that comes close to Las Vegas. When we arrive there, Joann, Aaron, and some of their other friends meet up with us and we all start walking towards the movie theater.

I watch as Aaron moves to walk with Arietta and places his arm around her shoulders. Then I feel someone brush up next to me, turning I see Elyse smiling up at me, I grin back, “Hey.”

“How are you?” she asks watching me for any signs of anything being wrong.

“Oh, I’m perfectly fine.” I say as I smile and hug her, it’s always nice to see your best friend.

As we continue walking Elyse tells me about how all Aaron has been able to talk about lately is Arietta, I grin because that’s all Arietta has talked about lately, as well. Elyse is Aaron’s sister; we both think it’s a little strange about the whole Arietta and Aaron thing, but we aren’t going to bug them about it.

As we arrive at the theater I can see that Aaron and Arietta are now holding hands and I start to get a little nervous, I don’t really want anything to happen to Aaron, but even more important than that, I don’t want anything to happen to him because I don’t want Arietta to get hurt. If she loses Aaron, even as a friend, I don’t think she will be happy about that.

After we’ve gotten our tickets and have found our seats, I’m sitting next to Arietta and Elyse, I lean over to Arietta, “Ari,” I whisper, “I just want to check to see if you plan on kissing Aaron tonight? I’m worried that something might actually happen… All those times we talked about it probably being fake; we never agreed to test it out on someone we know really well. I know you and I both do not want something bad to happen to one of our friends.”

Ari sighs, “I know… I mean, it’s really tempting just to kiss him, but I’m worried that something bad might happen… I don’t know if I should or shouldn’t… What would you tell me to do, Keeg?” she whispers back to me.

I glance around to see if anyone is listening and then lean closer, “Ari,” I whisper, “I really don’t think you should kiss him… I really am worried; it’s not that I don’t think y’all are great together, because you are. I’m just scared that something is going to happen to him, and that it will be bad for both him and you.”

Ari nods, “Okay,” she whispers, “I will not kiss him, but if he kisses me, I can’t control that.”

I nod, “Good. Let’s hope he doesn’t try. I mean, I want to know and I don’t…”

Ari smiles and then turns around to talk to Aaron; I just sit there until Elyse comes back and sits down next to me, “Hey,” I say as she sits down.

“Hey,” she smiles as she offers me her box of sour patch kids, “Want some?”

I grin as I take some, “How could you guess?”

She shakes her head and smiles, “I just can, I guess.”

Just as I’m about to say something back to her, the previews end and the movie starts, as the theater goes even darker than before, I glance over at my sister and Aaron and see them snuggling closer together. I sigh, it seems like Aaron will kiss her by the end of the night. I shake my head and focus on the movie; I shouldn’t worry about this anymore. It’s only causing me stress and it’s not even my life.

After the movie, we headed over to the closest diner called “Dine-a-Dozen” and asked for a table that seats 15 people. The requirement to eat at this restaurant is that your party has at least 12 people in it. As we all sat down and made our selections of food, we started discussing the movie. Many people had complaints about how dependent on others the main character was, but I didn’t have a problem with the movie. I didn’t even bother talking about the movie. My main concern was for my sister and Aaron.

All throughout dinner, I ate my hamburger slowly. After having my first one almost a year ago, I can’t help but order a hamburger every time we come to this restaurant. Normally I would eat quickly, trying to make time for a second and sometimes a third, but this time I couldn’t even finish my first. My stomach kept turning over and over with worry.

As we came to the end of our night on the town, we started heading back over to the forest. Reaching the edge of the forest, we all said our goodbyes, hugging each other, shaking hands, patting backs, etc. Then I looked over at my sister. Arietta was with Aaron and they were a little ways away from everyone else. As I watched, Aaron pulled my sister closer and kissed her, fully, on the lips. My heart started to race, I was scared for Aaron. I didn’t know if this was going to hurt him or not.

As the couple pulled apart, I smiled, it didn’t look like either of them was hurt. Then I saw Aaron bend over, Arietta reached for him as he fell to the ground. I raced over as my sister knelt next to Aaron with her hands over her face, crying violently into them. Placing an arm around my sister I looked around the group to see if anyone else had noticed Aaron. When no one showed any signs of even knowing or seeing what had happened, I picked up Aaron and hurried into the forest, straight towards Querton.

As I broke through the boundary of trees around our town, I saw nothing. No one was in sight. I raced towards the Dasani’s hospital, as it was the only place I could logically think of to go. Arietta was close behind me this whole time. As I barged through the hospital doors, I felt Aaron start to stir, which gave me a sliver of hope. Finding Mr. Dasani was not an issue, he had just barely gone back to his office to lock up for the night. I rushed up to him holding Aaron out, helplessly.

“Mr. Dasani! Please! We need help!” I cried, almost letting the tears flow. Aaron was one of my best friends, and Arietta is my sister. Anything bad happening to either of them, would affect me terribly.

Mr. Dasani turned around and glared at the human form in my arms, “What business do you have bringing humans here?!”

Arietta and I exchanged glances and then turned toward him and said at exactly the same time, “We just wanted to know what the human world was like. We didn’t mean for any harm to come to them, but he kissed Arietta and then he collapsed. Isn’t there something you can do?!” I was nearly bawling by the end of the speech.

Mr. Dasani’s expression grew to that of surprise, “Wait a second… you actually think that we can kill humans with a simple kiss?”

Arietta and I looked at him, “Well, can’t we?” I asked.

“No, no, dear boy. Of course not!” Mr. Dasani replied while shaking his head, “All you do is shock them, but after the first kiss, there really isn’t anything to worry about. I mean, they don’t die and they don’t collapse anymore after the first kiss.”

Arietta visibly exhaled as she had been holding her breath, I grinned, “You mean he’s gonna be just fine?”

Mr. Dasani nodded, “Yes, he should be waking up anytime now. However, I suggest you keep this incident from your parents. They really don’t like humans, although I’m not sure why because we all once were humans.”

I nod, “Thanks Mr. Dasani!”

“Not a problem, Keegan. I’ll see you kids later!”

“Bye!” We both said as we left the hospital, considerably less worried.

I grinned and winked at Arietta, “Well, I supposed you can now kiss him all you want!”

She shoved me and then noticed Aaron moving, “Oh my! We need to take him back before he realizes we moved him!”

I nod and start running through the trees again, my stomach growling at me for not eating more. As we reach the edge of the trees our friends are all still completely oblivious to us except for Elyse who had seen it all. As I place Aaron back down on the ground she walks over and places a hand on my shoulder.

“So, what’s the deal with my brother? Is he gonna be alright?”

I nod and hug her, “He’s gonna be just fine! He just fainted.”

“So… that’s all that happens when you kiss someone?” She asks smiling slightly.

I nod, “Yep, that’s what it seems like.”

“So…” Elyse says as she places a hand on my chest, “What would happen if I kissed you?”

I smile, “It would be like nothing you’ve experienced before. Are you sure you’d be able to handle it?”

“I’m a big girl, I sure hope I can handle a brute like you.” And with that she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me full on. I just held her in my arms for the next 5 minutes as she stirred quietly.

Aaron had woken by then and was cradling Arietta in his arms. She had obviously told him how worried she had been. They continued watching Elyse as she slowly but surely woke up.

Elyse’s eyelids flickered open, “Oh. My. Gosh.”

“What?” I asked as I searched for any sign of anything wrong.

Elyse sat up and turned towards me, “Could you do that again?” She whispered urgently as she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me closer.

I grinned and didn’t say anything as I leaned in and kissed her again. As we pulled apart Elyse was grinning, “Every time I feel that shock—the shock of someone like you kissing someone like me. It’s beautiful.”

Then Arietta and Aaron walked over to us and smiled. Arietta said, “Thank you so much Keeg! I honestly was so scared when Aaron collapsed.”

I grinned, “Ari, you know I would do anything for you. I can’t bear to see you unhappy.”

She smiled and gave me a hug just as Aaron gave Elyse a hug. By that time all of our other friends, human and non-human alike, had made their way over to join us.

“So what are you guys doing over here?” Joann asked as she stared at how close we were all standing.

I looked around and noticed that no one else was going to say anything so I did, “Well, we found out that we don’t cause any damage when kissing humans. Right, Ari?”

Joann’s expression changed to one of confusion, “What do you mean? You thought you could hurt us through physical contact?”

Arietta nodded, “Yeah. Our parents had told us that we would cause some serious issues with humans if we kissed them or anything… Then Aaron kissed me and when he collapsed I freaked out, but it turns out that the worst thing we do to you is cause you to faint and it’s a onetime thing. Then we can kiss you all we want.”

So there you have it, our parents were wrong, but they didn’t know it and we weren’t going to tell them that we had gone against their wishes so we stayed silent. Arietta and I continued to meet up with our other friends and had recruited many more friends to the point that everyone wanted to protect us no matter what. We had become a part of their society.


Fare thee well!

Karen Alyse