09-07-2011, 06:50 PM
Fern just stared blankly at Ghost; her mother had mentioned the chicken souls. Sounds like Chicken Ghosts for the Teenage Soul instead of the norm, she thought, perplexed.
The great hulk of a red man at the stove looked over at the fridge. "Could you grab the maple syrup?"
"DAD. THE SYRUP. DOES NOT. BELONG. IN. THE. FRIDGE!" Fern threw her hands in the air in exasperation; this was a years old argument in the base.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...