My Dear Valentine

     It was another quiet day at the hospital and Dr. Thomas was spending that quiet time trying to figure out the perfect gift for Amelia. Valentines Day was approaching fast and he was running out of time.
     Chocolate? No, she wouldn't like that. Flowers? Those would die before he could give them to her. Dr. Thomas began to tap his pen on his medical pad as he thought. A stuffed animal? Stuffed creatures of any kind often made her fly into a PETA-like rage. A puppy? No, she would smother-
     "Dr. Thomas." Dr. Thomas looked up to see his nurse standing in the doorway. "A Mr. Goodhall is here for his appointment."
     He nodded for her to let him in as he stood and straightened out his lab coat. Dr. Thomas did his best to keep a straight face when he recognized the man who walked into his office. It was the homely janitor that had the nerve to grab Amelia's rear at the surgeon's conference! Mr. Goodhall even wore the same jumpsuit he had seen him in as Amelia held him back from strangling the life out of him. Even now his hands itched to wrap around his trachea and pull it out.
     "Thanks for seeing me so soon Doc." Mr. Goodhall interrupted his thoughts as he took a seat on the examination table. He had his hand in a splint and was cradling it to his chest.
     "No problem, you're my last patient today. Now what seems to be the problem?" Dr. Thomas gave his patient his best fake smile. It would seem that fate was on his side today.
     "It's my hand. It hurts something fierce." His patient held up his hand for him inspect it.
     Dr. Thomas delicately took off the splint to see the tail tell swelling and bruising of a broken bone. An easy fix but  Dr. Thomas fixed his features into a very solemn and worried expression.
     "Oh no." Dr. Thomas frowned, his tone dark.
     "What? What is it." Mr. Goodhall immediately became anxious. What could possibly be wrong with his hand?
     "This isn't good." Dr. Thomas turned the hand over to inspect the other side. "Not good at all."
     "What?! What?!" His patient's voice was almost shrill and Dr. Thomas had to fight to keep a grin from creeping onto his face. This was too perfect.
     "I have only seen a few cases, but this is by far the most severe case of culus et lascivus." Dr. Thomas stood up and opened the office door. "Nurse! Get me an operating room, we will need to amputate this man's hand!"
     "Amputate?!" Mr. Goodhall squeaked in fear.
     "Yes, immediately in order to keep it from spreading." As he spoke, his nurse rolled in gurney.  She handed his patient a hospital gown and walked out of the room with Dr. Thomas following close behind. "Change into the gown and get on the bed, we will put you under and take you back shortly."

-A few Hours Later-

     "Almost....done!" Dr. Thomas said triumphantly as he set the hand on the small medical table beside him.
     "I will finish up here, sir." His nurse stepped forward into Dr. Thomas' space as he stepped back. He trusted that she could easily finish cleaning up, so Dr. Thomas placed the hand into the waiting metal box, not caring that blood oozed out the top from under the lid.
     "Thank you nurse." Dr. Thomas turned on his heel and strode out of the room, not even bothering to change out his blood spattered lab coat or wash his hands. The looks he got in the hallway didn't phase him as he stopped by his office to write a quick note for Amelia.
     Dr. Thomas grinned contently as he strode through the hospital, his destination: the psych ward where Amelia worked. She was going to love this, it was the perfect valentines present.



Dear Valentine,
     As a display of my devotion to you, I first thought to give you my heart. But I have something even better: the hand of the lecherous imbecile who had the nerve to grab your posterior at last week's surgeon's convention.

All my love
-Thomas



**I know Valentines Day has passed but since it is still February and it when with the picture I went with it anyways. I hoped you liked this week's piece even though it was morbidly funny. And to figure out what Thomas said to Mr. Goodhall, use Google translate.
Sincerely,
Lyra  **  

The Little Rag Doll

      Once there was a little rad doll made of beautiful, soft rags. She enjoyed making children smile. One day a young boy tripped and fell. The boy began to cry because he had ripped his pants and was afraid his mother would be mad. Hearing his cry the rag doll took pity on the young boy and said, "Here take some of my rags to your mother so she can patch the hole." The young buy got some scissors and cut off a rag from the doll. Even though it hurt, the rag doll did not cry, she only smiled because it made the young boy happy. A few days later a little girl stepped on her dress while playing hopscotch and began to cry because it was her favorite and it had ripped. The little rad doll took pitty on her and said, "Take some of my rads that match your dress, and take them to your mother to fix it." The little girl cut off some rags, and even though it hurt, the rag doll only smiled. She had made the little girl happy. One sunny afternoon the little girl was outside playing again and the other girls saw the soft beautiful rags that had mended her dress and wanted some. The little girl said, "The little rag doll gave them too me." The other girls went and found the little rag doll and asked for her rags. "I want one to tie in my hair." said one. "I want one to match my shoes." said another. 'I want' after 'I want.' But the little rag doll didn't say know because she wanted to make the children smile. She only said "Here take some of  my rags." and the girls cut and cut until there was only one rag left. It hurt the rag doll but she did not cry, she only smiled; even though she was nothing but a rag on the ground. "I'm so happy." she said over and over even as the wind threatened to blow her away. A little old lady found the little rag doll on the ground. The little old lady was draped in a shawl made of soft beautiful rags. She frowned at the little rad doll, then slowly smiled, "Penelope, is that you?" the little rag doll recognised the little old lady's voice. "Molly?" "Yes it is me, what has happened to you?" The little old lady said as she picked up the little rag doll. She took the rag doll to her house and tool apart her shawl and began to cut off the rags, one by one. As she did so she talked to the little rag doll, "You have always been so selfless, I think its time you rested." She took the rags and sowed the little rag doll back together. The little rag doll cried, she cried because she knew she was home and now she was truly happy. The little rag dolled stayed by the little old lady's side until the day she died. When the little old lady was berried, the little rag doll gave one last time and dissolved into a rainbow above the little old lady's grave.

                                                                    The End.

COPYRIGHTED BY: Lyra Loveless October 27, 2012

• I wrote this story at 1 a.m. and I'm shocked I managed to write it. I hope who ever reads this blog enjoys it. Please post comments so I know what you think. (No flames please)
• Also who out there, that reads this blog, like naruto? If you do, comment and tell me what your favorite character is and I might do a fanfic with them. Remember, tell me your favorite character and a small story line or suggestions of what to write about using that character. (O.C. or not O.C.  I will try and manage)
• PS, My favorite is Gaara :)

Clean Cool Rain

So much depends
upon

Clean cool rain
falling

From the blue
heavans

Such a wanted
blessing.


COPYRIGHTED BY: Lyra Loveless October 27, 2012

Immortal Dragon

Upon these wings I fly
     Higher than the cloudy sky
     Defying all who say
     I can't get my way
     I prove them wrong with my play
With these wings I out run the night
     Strong I am in each battle I fight
     Flying with my head held high
     Oblivious of time passing by
     From no one I shy
Strongly these wings beat
     Crushing the foes I defeat
     With sharpened claws I slash
     Sending trees down with a crash
     Forever will I last,
Upon these wings
Upon these wings



COPYRIGHTED BY: Lyra Loveless October 10, 2012

Who is he?

I close my eyes and snuggle into the warm, comforting covers. Imediatly, like the flash of lightning, his favce appears. His eyes sparkling with glee as he cuckled, reaching out for my hand. I could feel myself grin as I look at his wild, fire truck red hair curling around his sharp chin like a rioting halo. A soft white light is all around him, making him look like rogue angel. The white light consumes us both.

Another flash of light abd everything is dark. I hear a rich baratone voice. "It's time to wake up, Love." My eyes slowly open and I see his face above mine, filling my line of sight. His eyes where sleepy and his hair curled about his face, tossled from sleep. Sun beams stream around him, before consuming him like before.

The light flashes and I feel a wamr hand clasping mine, secure and safe. I hear my own voice, "While I like the weapons he uses, your my favorite." I hear him chuckle, "Good." Everything goes dark.
The sound of water is loud and dominate. I can barely hear voices above the noise. The water shuts off and I can now hear the voices clearly. I open my eyes and I'm standing in a white bathroom, in my pj's. My hair is wet and a used towel is in the floor. I hear a man's voice, not His though. This man's voice was raspier and had a higher tone. "So who is the girl?" "She is mine, don't even think about trying anything." His voice contrasted sharply with the unknown man's. "Don't I get to at least meet her?" the man said in and agast tone. I placed my hand on the bathroom's door handle, unsure if I should open it. Quietlly I open the door and step into the colder room. He turned and looked at me and smiled softly, the man next to Him had burgundy hair that was spiked about his head and under his soft green eyes were upside down red triangles. His eyes were thin but kind and they scrunches up even more as he turned to grin at me. "Hey, Love." He said and walked over to me, taking my hand, "This is Axel." Axel reached out to shake my free hand. I hear myself saying 'hello' back. Everything fades to white.

Wind is whipping through my hair and the sound of a motorcycle engine fills my ears. "Hold on tight!" He yells back at me, I barely hear it before the wind snatches His words away. My arms wrap tighter around his waist and open my eyes. On top of the wind and engine, flashing colorful lights fill my vision as we fly through the streets of a brightly lit city. I see Axel's taillights ahead of us along with 5 other pairs of tail lights. We were on hover bikes, and people were chasing us. "Watch out!" Axel screams back at us just before there is a flash of light.

I feel warm arms around my waist as i I lay on my right side, a warm body behind me. I could feel His breath on the back of my neck as he snuggles closer. "Hey..." I hear myself say softly and sleepily, "Hm?" is His reply. "What is your name?" I hear Him Chuckle "My name is-"

"Its time to wake up." My mom says as she opens my door. I groan and sit up, rubbing my eyes.

Who was he?


**Note: I used Axel in this brief story, I do not own Kingdom of Hearts. It is not my story or game, therefor I do not stake any claim on Axel. Note 2: While I do not own Kingdom of Hearts, this IS MY STORY and it WILL NOT be stolen!**   
COPYWRITED BY: Lyra Loveless September 24, 2012