Madi Mable
Bio
I am a lover of words, of books, of velvet journals, and of black ink pens.
Stories (2/0)
The World Is Temporarily Closed
Do you hear it? That noise which will shake you with a longing for escape. I hear it now, that noise of old travel and rusty steel. The humid night air hits my already sweaty skin as I push open the squeaky basement window. The train is far; farther than I'd like, but I stay and listen. I let the noise wash over me. First my bruised and scarred hands, then my tattered and scratched up arms. It inches its way along my body until it reaches the very bottom of my feet, making them ache. Is this what its like to have nostalgia for a past I've never lived?
By Madi Mable4 years ago in Wander
Always, Always, Always in Love
Dear Miss Hammond, I have a secret to tell you, and I haven't told anyone, not even my best friend Jimmy, but I am going to tell you. Okay, here it goes, I love you. Gah, there I said it! I have been holding that one in ever since I met you that day in summer my mom and I came to visit you before school started. You were so pretty in your long, yellow dress with buttons up the middle. It had little white flowers on it, and your hair was pulled back, but it was really messy cause you had some curls that kind of hung down by your face. When we came in, you were sitting behind your desk, reading a book, your glasses sitting on just the tip of your nose, like one of those old librarians, but you're not old. Not even close. You looked up at us, and you smiled so big, all your shiny, white teeth were showing. It took me by surprise how pretty you were. My cheeks got all hot, but the rest of my body felt cold, and my hands started to get all wet and itchy. You asked me a question, but I was so shocked by your beauty that I didn't really hear you. My mom had to bump me so that I could snap out of it. You stretched out your hand and said in the most beautiful voice I've ever heard, "You must be Samuel. Why, you have really amazing green eyes, Samuel. My name is Miss Hammond and I am so excited to be your teacher this year! This is my first time teaching first grade so I am as nervous as all my students." My mom bumped me again and I realized you were still wanting to shake my hand. I wiped my hands off on my jeans and put my right hand in yours. Oh my gosh, you had the softest hands ever. You must put gallons of lotion on them every day! You had us sit down at the desk that was going to be mine, I wanted to complain about how far it was from your desk, but I didn't want to seem like a baby, so I stayed quiet. My mom did most of the talking, telling you how we just moved from Arizona, and she was worried that I might have a hard time finding friends and staying focused during lesson time. After she got done rambling on, you put your hand on hers and said with a slight smile, "You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I will take care of your Samuel here. He will have a blast this year."
By Madi Mable6 years ago in Humans