jupiter bound

It must be nice on Jupiter, I thought. I dug my pencil into the paper. Nothing but hot fire that burns bright, bright orange. And if you are feeling particularly fiery, you just dive into the deep, dark red spot. That's where the deep, red anger glows. That's where you dwell when you want to smolder.

I chomped on my lip, glaring across the yard at no one in particular. Oreos. I needed oreos. Or chocolate ice cream. With whipped cream.


I jumped. "What do you want?" I said crossly, scribbling a large "x" on my paper. It felt fitting. "X" out Ashlee, who insisted on talking to me. Even though she was probably the only one who understood me right then. "X" out this stupid assignment on a stupid garden party for a stupid fundraiser for stupid boys who are stupid anyway. "X" out the Earth. Head to Jupiter.

I wrote that on my note pad. "Head to Jupiter." I crossed out the half-hearted attempts at chronicling the old woman's speech on how the Hartland boys needed money for... I had zoned out at that point. The deep dark marks burying the words looked menacing. It made me feel a smidgen better.

I looked at Ashlee as she sat down next to me, looking perfect in her imperfections as usual. (I always looked imperfect in my imperfections, like normal people.) "Hey, Ash," I said, scratching my frazzled hair. "I'm going to Jupiter." There was a wild tone to my voice.

She raised her eyebrows. "Why?"

"'Cause." I chomped down on my lip again and twiddled the pencil between my fingers. Then I cracked it in half and chucked it into the perfect little rose bushes. I looked at my friend and then glowered. She was gazing at me with that sympathetic, knowing stare. "What?" I growled.

"You said you're over him," she said patronizingly, although she probably didn't mean it to come out that way.

I wasn't in a forgiving mood. "Who?" I snapped, crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair. My red heels were smudged. Good riddance.


I wanted to tell her to shut up, but I didn't. Instead, I said, "Who cares about him? He's a... a jerk."

"Yeah," she nodded, lacing her fingers together primly. "He is."

I suddenly felt very tired. And excruciatingly lonely. I looked up at the sky. "Hey, Ash?"


"You want to come with me to Jupiter?"

She wrapped her arm around my shoulder. "Yeah, I'll come with you, Dani." Her fingers got caught in my hair and it hurt, but I didn't whine. Instead, I stuck my face in her shoulder and fought back tears. "I bet it's nice up there," I said, my voice trembling.

"Maybe." She paused. "I bet you can see the stars real well."

"Yeah, that's what I mean." I let go of the note pad and it dropped to the ground. Ashlee rubbed my back, and I said, "You know what?"


"I'm not over him."


  1. 1. I LOVE YOUR NEW DESIGN!! So lovely and springish!!!! Love, love, love!!!

    2. This is REALLY good!!!! You are a talented writer, my friend. I want to know more about these characters and this Dave fellow and why he's a jerk...TELL ME MORE. =)

    1. 1. I LOVE IT TOO!! Entirely Bonkers definitely needed a change and I'm in love with this. ^.^

      2. Thank you!! I'd love to take this and turn it into a little novella. I'm rather curious about Dave myself. Plus, I really like Ashlee and Dani. :) We'll see.

  2. This is so great, Emily! I really love your writing.

    1. Aw, thanks. :) I'm so happy you enjoy it.

  3. I like the the new look. FYI...you would weigh 250 pounds on Jupiter.


    Also, your blog looks simply lovely. Brilliant job. ^.^

    1. OH MY GINGERSNAPS. Thank you so much. ^.^

  5. Me oh my, I've missed my weekly doses of your flash fiction. <3

    1. Aw! I'm blushing. I'm so happy you enjoy them. :)