StrugglingShe struggles, just wanting to submit somethinganythingshe doesn't mind what.Even if it turns outto be rubbish.At least, she thinks,she tried. Trying to findthat little piece of inspirationThe way the piece works, the way it soundsjust to help.Eventually,the poem builds itselfshe seesthe lines and letters and verses create themselves.And thenit's complete. Just like that. Ready to be sent off.But she doubts whether it's even good enough...to even be featured,if its even in timeto be there.But at least,she hopes, she's done all she canfor now.Nothing more can be doneanyway.
The RhapsodyGently, keys play a tuneA chorus of men appearSinging about fantasy.Then a single man.I think he killed a manHis mother cried.Carry on, carry on.Nothing really matters.Guitar solo.Where did the keys go?The Rhapsody speeds up. Don't let him die...Carry on...Nothing really matters.What even are Bohemians? And why do they need a song?
Sixth Sense"Don't get put off, Lils, if you don't get any right." I shuffled the deck of Lily's zener cards and lay five out in front of her. "Concentrate on it, and just say what comes to your mind." She looked at the first card and whispered, "Star." I turned it over. It was a star.I've known Lily for most of my life, but we've only been going out 2 years. I've seen most of her boyfriends that she's had over the years and when they ask her out she always looks at them for a while and then answers them. She's psychic. I've always known, and never cared.I know everyone has this potential to be psychic if they practice. It's just Lily has always had the power, without trying. Whenever I have something to tell her, she knows. Some people just say that's because we've best friends forever and she knows me well, but she can tell with everyone. When the teacher gives us homework, she knows. When Amy's pet fish died, she knew."D, the next one, I think it's wavy lines." I turned it over. She was righ