Haiku

Wherever you are

We see the same stars and moon

And I'm not alone

The Duke and the Cube

The boy approached the chair holding the box. The crowd fell silent as he stepped forward and kneeled, holding the black cube high in the air. "Sir, Duke of Yored: a gift. For you".

The man in the chair, a stretched, bony figure, smiled and stood. As he approached the boy, the cube responded, as if in anticipation. It parted from the boy's hands, then lifted in the air. The man extended a gaunt hand to claim it. The cube quivered.

He exhaled through his nostrils with a reserved smile playing on his lips. "Finally," he breathed, barely audible to the pathetic boy knelt before him. He flickered his eyes towards the boy, his face a calm mask once more.

"You have done well, my son," the man said. He gestured around the box like an ancient witches spell and its sides blossomed like a flower. Inside lay a crystal; fractured and oddly shaped. The gem glinted under the torchlight of the stone castle. 

"What is it, sir?" the boy ventured to ask. His voice trembled with fright. The Duke cast his eyes down towards the boy, his face impassive. 

"That is nothing of your concern, child," he answered with almost a kind of fondness. "You have done well in returning this to me. Know that I am pleased."

He closed his hand on the crystal and felt a jolting shock. He snatched his hand back in surprise. "Why does it shock me?" he hissed almost inaudibly. "Has this been tampered with? Who gave this to you?" the Duke demanded of the boy.

The boy swallowed hard and gained his resolve. "Sir, I do not know of any tampering, sir," he stuttered. "A man handed this box to me at a flea market, this day two weeks ago."

"And how did you know to return it to me?" 

"At first I kept it a secret - hidden beneath my bed - but it rattled and rattled for days, long into the night. I took it to a loyal and trusted friend - an antiques dealer, if you will - and he urged that I must return it to you."

The Duke, sated by the boy's story, focused upon the cube once more. The crystal settled in the centre winked and twinkled beneath the flickering lights. 

Taking a deep, composed breath, he brought the tip of his slender finger to touch the mysterious stone. At once, the box glowed and began to emit a strange hum, almost too high a frequency for human ears. 

The boy and the guards gathered closer in wonder, startled as suddenly the Duke was enveloped by light; in the blink of an eye he was gone. The crowd blinked, dumbfounded. 

The box lay on the floor, looking as inanimate as it had when the boy had arrived. With a shudder, the sides of the cube began to lift and close, sealing the crystal and the Duke inside its four walls.

Stars

My eyes rise to the skies

And the stars wink at me,

As if to let me know

That they see me too.

I try to count -

Eight billion? Nine?

A trillion? Ten?

Each time I blink, I lose count.

I feel so small,

Like a toddler in a field

Of long, tall grass.

I am miniscule.

A sadness constricts my heart

As I realise, with dread,

That the beauty I see,

The stars, are already dead.

Bad Dreams

The trees tower above me; a light summer breeze rustles the greenery and casts shadows on my face. I squint my eyes slightly, shifting my focus from cloud to cloud, making out shapes and patterns in the spotless, white candy floss. 

The warmth makes my skin prickle comfortably. I have an overwhelming feeling of complete contentment. Had I ever been so happy?

I turn my head to my right and he's lying beside me, watching my face, his blue eyes a mystery to me. He is in need of a hair cut but I never had the heart to tell him so. He reaches his hand out and traces his fingertips along my cheekbone and I smile in response. His answering grin dazzles me and I feel like a child.

He rolls over and props himself up on his elbows in front of me. I shift myself into a sitting position, leaning my back against the tree behind me. The wind blows our hair, tickling my face with a few wayward strands. I wriggle my nose and he smiles his full megawatt smile.

Suddenly, the sky turns dark, like someone has switched out the light. My eyes dart around in fear. I look at him.

"What's happening?" I try to call to him, but it's like someone has removed my voice. The silence is deafening. 

Out of nowhere, the sound of static fills my ears; a heavy white noise that pulsates my brain. I can't take my eyes off him, locked in fear as his body seems to be glowing impossibly. 

His eyes are wide and he's looking at me, but it's like he's looking through me. A light is emanating from every part of him, right to his fingertips.

I lean forward to grab him but he falls clean through my fingers. I stare up in fright and I notice how he's barely there anymore. A pale, translucent version of his form is standing before me, looking as melancholy as the saddest song.

I shut my eyes and squeeze them tight, thinking this must be some kind of bizarre hallucination. Perhaps I had sunstroke.

My eyes shoot open and I am in bed. I realise I have had that dream again. I wonder when my brain will accept that he died months ago. I wonder when my heart will accept it too.

Stood Up

 I knew I shouldn't have come here, I thought to myself bitterly, my eyes darting around the cafe suspiciously. People had been and gone in the past hour and a half, but I knew that the waitress who kept refilling my coffee thought I was a joke. She even brought me an iced bun. "On the house," she'd said, flashing me a sympathetic smile. I bet she saw a lot of people like me in her line of work.

I glanced sideways at my phone which lay by my elbow, half hoping she might call to say she was running late. Who was I kidding? I knew she'd said yes out of pity. I knew she was out of my league; she was golden-blonde, bright eyed and beautiful and I was just your average Joe. I wasn't a complete loser - I'd had my share of girlfriends, but I was really taking a risk this time. I liked to put on a cool-guy facade but even I had to admit being jilted at the coffee-altar was a bruise to the ego.

I sat back in my chair, exasperated. I swirled the remaining coffee in my cup, watching the milk form patterns on the chocolate-coloured surface. To be honest, I was pretty annoyed. I wasn't asking for much; I just thought we could have coffee and talk. I hadn't even explicitly called it a date! It was her own fault for assuming. My eyebrows furrowed slightly in childish irritation. Girls were so much hassle! I preferred to be single anyway. A lone wolf. I shook my shoulders and felt a smirk creep onto my face. I was always good at giving myself pep talks - I felt much better now. Who needed girls? Not me!

I chugged the last of my lukewarm coffee and took my wallet from my back pocket, laying a ten pound note on the table and sliding my chair back. My spirits somewhat lifted, I stood and stretched casually, giving the impression that I hadn't been expecting company at all and I was quite satisfied with some alone time. I grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair and slung it over my shoulder, walking out of the door coolly, giving a nod to the waitress who had given me the iced bun.

As I stepped out of the door, I collided instantly with someone on their way inside. When I got over my initial shock, I opened my mouth to apologise profusely until I recognised who it was in front of me. Her blonde locks had gone awry in our pile-up and her cheeks were slightly flushed. My irritation returned despite my marvel at how wonderful she looked. Before I could say sorry for knocking into her, she squeaked breathlessly, "I am so sorry," she tucked her hair behind her ears. "You'll never believe what happened to me on the way here." I couldn't stop the smile that spread onto my face. What was that I was saying about being a lone wolf? Yeah, forget that.


(Prompt: write about a man that got stood up on a date. Writing prompts from creativewritingprompts)