Royal FlushRoyal FlushJay Northway and his younger sister, Norah Northway or Nory, sat down in the living room of Jay's apartment. Nory's gold fish, Cod, was placed on the carpet in the traditional circular fish bowl with blue pebbles at the bottom. The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the otherwise silent room as Jay dealt out a set of cards.Jay was tall and lanky with chin length chestnut hair and somber grey eyes. He had just turned twenty two in the previous month. Nory was a petite girl with straw-colored curly hair and bright brown eyes. It was easy to tell the two were siblings by their high cheek bones, pointed noses and almond shaped eyes.Nory was seventeen, though she was still in 8th grade. Many people assumed she was retarded or crazy. Whatever people thought they were mostly wrong because Nory was a brilliant young lady. She made up her own written language and she excelled in math although she didn't usually show it.Nory excluded herself from others and lived in her own world.
To Live Then To Die -draft and only intro-To be, or not to bethat is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortuneOr to take arms against a sea of troublesAnd by opposing end them. To die, to sleepNo moreand by a sleep to say we endA question that seems to be repeated, copied, spoken and referenced from the very moment it was written, but the true question is, why does six small words written down a hundred years ago become part of living history? There are many reasons and many ways to argue it. It is from my experiences that generally, it has been taught to us that death, suicide and inadvertently loss, is to be feared and frowned upon. Yet not only is it taught but known that to be alive is to live and move forward. Each night when we go to sleep we hold to the expectation that we will see the morning and that even if we close our eyes tight, time still moves forward unobstructed. In accordance to this knowledge we fear death because to die, to slee