against his plots
against his plots
Jerlita Week 3: RedolenceAelita sneezed as she was doing her homework. She wrapped herself tighter in a sweatshirt Jeremie lent her as she had no warm clothes herself. It was made of blue, thick fleece. Jeremie assured her it was warm and comfortable, and indeed it was.
Soon Aelita discovered its another feature as she covered her face in its hood. She felt faint scent of warm body and lavender, wind and sour sweat. A scent of intimacy she still was afraid to reach for, but also the feeling of being taken good care of.
She immediately felt much better with her cold.
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"Hey, guys!" Aelita shouted when she ran hastily into the cafeteria during lunch time, waving with her cell phone.
Odd, Yumi and Ulrich had already started eating their meals. Aelita was too excited to even think about eating at that moment. She did not care that people at the cafeteria were staring at her in confusion.
"What happened?" Yumi asked immediately. Aelita did not even take her seat, but merely leaned on the edge of the table.
"Guess what! Jeremie's woken up! His parents just called me!" she gasped.
She saw her friends' faces lit up with wide smiles as they processed this information.
"Oh God, that's awesome!" Yumi exclaimed and hugged Aelita above the table.
Aelita finally settled down and started to cry and it was the cry of pure happiness. Odd and Ulrich did not hide their happiness, either.
"So Aelita, when will we be able to pay him a visit?" Odd asked.
"Well... the access to him is still limited. But I'm going to see him tomorrow anyway!" she sai
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As days passed, Aelita's anger eased and she would miss Jeremie even more. His seat stayed unoccupied even after all other injured classmates came back to school and filled their empty seats in the classrooms. The class without Jeremie was still empty. The lessons looked a bit awkward without his usual activity. It bothered her as he always sat close to her: either next to or in front of her. She instinctively looked for him during meals as she tried to see his blond, uncombed hair in the crowd. Whenever she walked past his door on boys' floor, she would expect him to open the door and that she would meet his slightly absent gaze. Every footstep on the girls' floor corridor reminded her of him, when he ran to her room to share his newest idea or thought.
His parents called her every day to check on her and pass the news. At first she was happy that it was not worse with him at least, but after she hung up, she would be miserable again. There was little to no impr
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The steel door of the hospital elevator opened silently as it stopped on the floor.
A crowd of people wearing coats and overalls went out and rushed to work, each in their direction. The last to leave the cabin was a threesome of casually dressed guests with the company of an elderly female doctor. As they felt the elevator stop beneath their feet, the three left the elevator and rushed to the end of the corridor. A blond-haired, tall man walked right next to the doctor; arm in arm with him walked his wife, who was a short, petite woman in glasses.
Aelita walked close behind the adults, gaping absentmindedly at the floor. As she was lost in her thoughts, she did not pay much attention to what was going on around her. She even accidentally collided with a stout man, who was walking in opposite direction. Being brutally pushed back into reality, she apologized silently and continued walking and contemplating her footsteps, the only thing she could focus her attenti
I love You My Enemy Chapter 1
I Love You, My Enemy
One sunny and warm afternoon Aelita, Jeremie, Odd, Ulrich, Yumi and William were sitting on the school grounds on their favourite bench in the shadow of a branchy lime tree and were trying to comprehend the events of past few days. William listened carefully to the rest of the group; they were discussing XANA's plans of enslaving the mankind by using thousands of Replikas and robots which were waiting for orders in the middle of nowhere.
After freeing William from XANA, the group told him the story of everything that happened during the last six months. They described that William with details as a cruel and merciless but at the same time dependent executor of XANA's wicked plans.
Horror and shame rose in William's mind along with anger not only towards XANA, but also towards himself. The memory of the day when he joined the group and was virtualized on Lyoko for the first time was haunting him. How could he let himself be possessed
Jerlita Week: Pussillanimous"Aelita, with your wings on you really do look like an angel on Lyoko", Yumi said.
"Now you can really kick monsters' butts", added Odd.
"Yes, I absolutely love them! I can't believe how Jeremie managed to keep that wing design a secret from me for so long " Aelita replied.
Jeremie felt heat rising to his cheeks as he was listening to the conversation while he and his friends were walking under the arches towards their next class. Thankfully, Jeremie thought, he was walking slightly behind her with Ulrich, so Aelita did not notice his blush.
He rose his sight from the ground and looked at Aelita. He could easily imagine her new virtual avatar; after all he designed them for all his friends himself. It cost him a lot of effort and research to make all of his friends' equipment suitable to new dangers awaiting them in the network. However, he paid extra attention to Aelita's design, as he felt particularly responsible for her. She needed to feel more safe and independent
The Girl From His DreamsHerve was enjoying the peace and silence of the school library as he was sitting in his favourite place in the corner under the window and reading a thick Advanced Chemistry textbook. He sighed, embarrassed by the fact that he again was studying an already well-known diagram of electrophilic aromatic substitution to benzene. As his eyes grew tired of looking at tiny letters, he lifted his gaze above the book and took a look around the empty library, which he could claim as his own. Then he peeked through the window and sighed heavily again, as he reminded himself of the reason why he was contemplating alone in there.
Spring had finally come to Kadic Academy, bringing a light, warm breeze and green leaves on the trees' branches. The nature came back to life and Herve's schoolmates did too. Until the weather was windy and cold and rainy, they stayed within the school walls. But now everyone wanted to compensate themselves for the months of being locked inside by spending as mu
A Spring WalkIt was a beautiful warm spring afternoon. Light wind was pushing flocks of clouds on a clear blue sky. The afternoon sun was shining nice and warm over the park surrounding Kadic Junior High, awakening it from winter lethargy. Rays of light were slipping through branches of old limes, maples and plane trees, which were already slightly green. The lawns, bathed in light and full of daisies and dandelions, desired contact with a mower. The air was filled with bird chirping and smell of fresh leaves and moist soil.
Two pairs of feet were wandering leisurely through that flourishing piece of urban green. First pair, shod with leather lace-ups, was stepping slowly and steadily. Second one, which was wearing dark pink boots, was shuffling on the stones, scarcely touching the ground, as if their owner was about to take off. These escape attempts met with second pair owner's inner disapproval. Eventually, being under impression of his companion's joy of life, a dreamy smile was appearing on hi
Late DecemberA beautiful day,
Sunny and cool afternoon.
Falling from trees to the ground,
Time passes by on the breeze.
soft time gently flowslazy winter afternoon
reading books in the attic
the light moves across the floor
dusty sunbeams glow
sightedshe's sitting in the desert storm
staring down her sights
at a prey
that could never be caught
didactic, in a japanese wayI.
grab an idea and
hold onto it as tight as
you possibly can.
weave your perceptions
into singular design,
as a spider spins it's web.
(the irony is
something so terrifying
could conceive so much beauty)
it's a leap of faith,
bleeding your disposition
til the fount runs dry.
the reward is catharsis -
oh beloved concubine.
never surrender -
desire will always prevail
the worlds in words are countless,
in abandon there are none.
In the DepthsEveryone has depths,
Ones in touch know where they are.
The brave go diving!
[a spark from ewaldsreef ]
#MyDayInHaiku 2014-12-15Winter blues—
waves of depression ebb
and flow . . .
but I find strength in words
of hope and joy.