( Mem’ries are from the past, but they also know your future )

 
( I look better in suits )

          Enir Sine, Sam decided, was one of the sweetest and most well-mannered women he felt that he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. (Although he wasn’t exactly too sure just how many sweet and well-mannered women he had the misfortune of forgetting, she was definitely among the top.)
          She sat across from him, reclining in a pile ( Read more... )

It took a long time for Sam to be able to open his eyes again. And when he did, the brown orbs were focused on the hazy image of a ceiling above him. His memory wasn’t coming in clearly. He wasn’t sure if it was chunks were actually missing, or if his brain was still slowly catching up to now.
          The boy noticed a movement out of ( Read more... )

He was waiting at the subway station. The suit was making him feel stuffy. His mother had been held up at the church and, after keeping him there for several hours after the service, gave him permission to go take the train on his own.
          Awkwardly, Sam loosened his tie and stared at the people standing on the platform next to him ( Read more... )

Samuel Evans, an extremely typical boy of fourteen at a rather typical middle school. This is only significant because he had to miss most of his fifth grade year due to the fact that his mother had broken her leg while playing tennis and he had to stay home to take care of her.
          In appearance, he is completely average. A ( Read more... )