Posts by Molly Burnett~Esperanza

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    ⊰ It's the perfect story, So they say ⊱


    "Moist...That means much more to me than you know. It's the nicest-...Thank you." No one Molly knew would have dedicated their time to do something like that for her.


    ⊰ A hero leading the way ⊱

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    ⊰ It's the perfect story, So they say ⊱


    Molly huffed. "Well how am I supposed to thank you properly when you're staring at the floor?" she complained. Lifting a hand to his face, Molly lifted Moist's chin. The ginger moved her head forward quickly, to plant a gentle kiss on his lips.


    ⊰ A hero leading the way ⊱

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    Her pale cheeks were slightly rosy as well, and his smile was nearly mirrored by Molly.


    But that's when it happened. Molly blinked her wide blue eyes. However, when she opened them, she was no longer in Moist's living room.


    She was in a dimly lit room, which was nearly empty, had it not been for the big wooden table in the center of it and the candles in the corners of the room. On the table lay a woman in a bridal gown. The woman's eyes were closed, and her skin was stunningly pale. Molly herself was lining the edge the of the table with some sort of flower, hastily chanting some foreign words beneath her breath. Her own voice was deep, like that of a man's, and had a thick accent.


    Molly blinked once more, and she was slowly walking across a stretch of grass in, what looked to be, a park. The same woman who was once laying motionless on the table in the dark room was being carried in Molly's arms. The woman gave a weak blow to Molly's back with her fist, but it didn't hurt Molly at all.


    At the third blink, Molly was back in Moist's living room. She batted her eyes, but this time she stayed seated on the sofa. The woman began to have a headache. Molly frowned, looking up at Moist with the same confusion in her eyes that was present when she first arrived.

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    There was no hint of any anger in her expression. "That...That was weird," Molly mumbled, blinking. "Didn't you see the bride?" she asked, a blank look in her blue eyes.


    ⊰ A hero leading the way ⊱

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    ⊰ It's the perfect story, So they say ⊱


    Molly stood up. "There was a table. Here, in the middle of a room," she started, standing in the middle of the living room. "There was a woman in a bridal dress laying on top of the table, not moving. There were flowers around her. Then there was a park. I was carrying her, the bride," Molly insisted, refusing to believe what she saw was all in her head.


    ⊰ A hero leading the way ⊱

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    [size=16pt]⊰ There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for ⊱[/size]


    Molly didn't know how she got there, or where, exactly, she was. All she knew was that she was in a huge room with crystals everywhere; Growing out of the ceiling and the floor. The floor was gray and hard, kind of like stone. There was a light coming from somewhere that dimly lit up the room, though it was reflected so many times by the crystals, Molly couldn't see where the light was coming from. Molly's best guess was that she was in a cave of some sort. A crystal cave. A foreboding silence lingered over the cave, freaking Molly out a little. She bit her lip, trying to remember how she got in this odd, confusing cavern.
    As she walked in a small circle, studying the crystals above her and beside her, she found a large crystal that seemed to have something trapped inside of it. Though, the trapped thing was in the shadows, so it was too dark for Molly to make out what it was. Cautiously, she took a step closer.
    Molly could now only just make out what was in the crystal. A boy. His head was bowed, but she could see his wispy black hair. Where his eyes would be, there was only circular shadows, and where his mouth was, Molly could see a wide, wicked grin. The boy was standing, and he was wearing torn jeans and a tattered shirt. She thought there was nothing really special about him, until Molly realized who he was. It was Stanley.
    Suddenly, the boy inside of the crystal moved his lips. A voice echoed through the cavern, one that was definitely not Stanley's. It was...Moist's singing voice.
    "Sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain
    And every ounce of innocence is left inside your brain
    And through reflecting crystals we see she's painfully returned
    But now losing her mind I fear, is everyone's concern    "
    Molly's eyes widened. "S-Stanley? Are you okay?" She took another step towards the crystal the boy appeared to be trapped inside. The woman slowly put her hand on the smooth crystal, where Stanley's face was. He didn't move at all. Moist's singing seemed to have stopped, too. Frustrated and confused, Molly sent a strike with her hand at the crystal. Instantly, Stanley vanished and the crystal broke under her touch, as easily as fragile glass. Shards fell to the stone floor, and she sharply withdrew her hand to see a good-sized shard of glass stuck in her palm. She was bleeding profusely. She sees something appear in a crystal growing from the ceiling, though. Stanley again, in the same position. With the same grin. Molly took a step towards him, but he flashed away, appearing again in a crystal growing from the floor behind her. Molly turned around sharply, the blood from her hand dripping to the stone floor. His image disappeared again, however. Suddenly, she saw him appear in almost every one of the crystals. Moist's voice started singing ominously again.
    "You see there's no real ending"
    "Moist, Stanley, stop it! It's not a joke!" She yelled out, spinning around and glaring at each of the crystals with the boy in them. The singing didn't stop, however.
    "It's only the beginning"
    "STOP!"
    "Come out and play"
    Molly screamed out, and at the sound, all of the crystals in the cave shattered around her. Stanley was gone, Moist's voice was gone. And her vision went black.
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    Molly was at Horrible's house. She was there with Moist during the harsh snow storm that hit town, and she went to the kitchen to get some water for her scratchy throat.
    Now, she was sitting on the kitchen floor, glass shards around her, probably from a glass she had gotten from a cabinet to fill with water. All she could remember was she stepped into the kitchen, and suddenly she was in some sort of a crystal cave. Her breathing was shallow. Molly tried to get up, using her hand to push herself up from the floor, but cringed as pain shot up her arm as she tried to put pressure on her palm. Molly turned her hand over, and found a large shard of glass stuck in her hand, just like in the crystal cavern. Her blue eyes widened when she saw how badly she was bleeding. She was too shocked and confused for words; Hopefully the sound glass shattering would alert someone in the house to come.

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    "Y-Your guess is about as good as mine," Molly whimpered softly, without looking up at him. Her eyes were glued to the shard in her hand. She didn't move; Molly was scared any movement might send her back to the crystal cave. And back to the confusion.

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    She winced at the pain as he took her arm, but followed him. "At least I wasn't seeing brides," Molly offered quietly, debating on whether or not to tell Moist what she heard and saw this time. Should she just make up a lie and say she saw nothing out of the ordinary? Molly wanted to tell someone about what she saw, but the bride thing seemed to weird Moist out enough. Still, Molly couldn't just pretend she saw nothing and forget all about it. What she saw frightened her, and she needed to tell someone about it.

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    The woman let out a shaky sigh. "I don't remember walking into the kitchen. I don't remember reaching for a glass, much less breaking it. I wasn't in the kitchen, I wasn't in the house at all. It was a cave-like room with crystals everywhere. There was a boy trapped in one of the crystals. And you were singing." Molly murmured carefully. She wasn't a fool; Molly knew that it was awkward for Moist when she brought up Stanley, so she didn't mention who the boy in the crystal was.

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    Molly tried to look away from the tweezers. She had a weak stomach for things like extracting glass from skin. But her head jerked back to Moist at the mention of doctors. She didn't like any kind of human doctor ever since Stanley's second tumor popped up. All doctors could give was bad news.


    Still, Molly hadn't been sleeping well. And when she did fall asleep, she had weird dreams and nightmares. Maybe seeing a doctor would be the best thing to do... Part of Molly wanted to be persuaded it was only her lack of sleep, but another part of her knew that sleep wasn't the only thing causing what she heard and saw.
    "But Moist, I've been sleep deprived before. I've never seen or heard things before like what I just went through."

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    "Moist, I'm seeing brides and crystal caves! It's getting bad enough already!" she snapped, looking away. Really, Molly was only talking to avoid thinking about her real fear. Molly continued, but this time, in a hushed voice. "What if they can't do anything? What if it's some kind of tumor, or cancer, in my brain that they can do nothing for?"

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    She grimaced at his tone. Molly was instantly regretting bringing up her fear. She hadn't seen Moist like this before. He was genuinely concerned for her, and she had only made it worse by bringing up what could happen. She looked at Moist, but out of the corner of her eye, for a split-second, she could have sworn she saw a crystal growing from the ceiling. Molly blinked, and it was gone. "Whatever it is, I'm sure nothing you've done has been the cause of this. Unless you've done something and Kadabra wants to get back at you. Or if you've upset a villain with telepathy."

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    Molly gave a very weak smile, and stood up. "Thank you, Moist. It helps to have someone like you to talk to about this. I think I'll leave for the doctor's office now." She glanced out of the kitchen window. "The storm doesn't look too bad now. I'm anxious to get this over with, too."

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    Later that night, well after sunset, Moist's car came back up the driveway at the house. Not long after the car was turned off, there was a knock at the door.

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    Molly's eyes were slightly puffy and red, like she had been crying a while ago. Despite the faint trace of disbelief and sadness, her face was expressionless. She looked numb. The ginger haired woman didn't answer Moist, but handed him the car keys and brushed past him, into the house.

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    "No," Molly whispered, taking a seat on the sofa. "Doctor said caffeine doesn't mix good with the medicine," she mumbled, staring across the room at nothing in particular, eyes blank.