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After finishing his chores around the orphanage, a young boy flopped back on his bunk.  Eugene Fitzherbert had lost his home, little sister, and parents in a terrible fire the year before.  He reached over to the small bedside table and grabbed the only possession he was able to save from the fiery inferno.  It was a book that Eugene's father had given him for his last birthday.  The two read it together every night until the fire engulfed his home.: The Tales of Flynnagen Rider. The boy opened to one of many dog-eared pages and began to read silently where he had left off the night before.  Right when

I had always dreamed of a prince riding in on a white horse to whisk me away to his castle- or at least, the beach house I had been dreaming about for years.  And when I met Keith… I was positive that I had finally found my Prince Charming.  I had even been having daydreams involving him riding through the hospital, treating patients while on his elegant, white steed. But, as it turns out, I didn't want a Prince Charming on a white horse to come and take me away from my job, my friends, or even my over-bearing family.  Instead, I found myself thinking more about J.D.  Sure, we had a history, and of course, he had broken my heart countle

"Strike Up The Band" Brendon's fingers snapping an inch from my nose brought me back to the present.  "Madilyn," Brendon said.  "Earth to Madilyn." I slapped his hand away and snapped, "What?!" Brendon pouted as he said, "I just wanted you to hear what me and Ryan had written so far." I nodded as Ryan and Brendon began to strum a melody on the guitar.  They played for about a minute and Brendon sang something made up about ham, ninjas and Red Bull until Ryan smiled and said, "That's as far as we've gotten… and those are not the lyrics to the song." I told them that it was a great start, and my mind began to drift back to my first da

"You Remind Me of a Few of My Famous Friends" The doorbell ringing brought me out of my reminisce.  Ryan put down his guitar and got up to open the door.  On the other side was Brendon, saying that he came to surprise Ryan and maybe they could write a song together like the "old times." Ryan hugged his old band mate and ushered him out of the rain and into the house.  Brendon smiled at me from the doorway and I waved in response. After shedding his jacket, Brendon made his way over to the couch I was lying on, pushed my legs off, and sat down beside me.  "Hey! I was comfortable," I protested. &#

"What a Beautiful Wedding" The rain had started to fall after having been threatening for so long.  I laughed as it started to bounce against my skin and leave spots on my dress.  Ryan squeezed my hand and smiled at me before he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine again.   I smiled as I pulled away from the kiss, and my mind flashed back to the very first time Ryan kissed me. I had moved to Las Vegas, Nevada about a month ago and just had my seventh birthday.  Next door to me lived a boy who was about a year older. His name was Ryan and him and his friend, Spencer, came over to my house prett

"A Picturesque Score of Passing Fantasy" We've been best friends since I can remember.  I moved to Las Vegas when I was about seven, next door to Ryan.  We've been through everything together: his father's abuse, high school, his first record deal with Fueled by Ramen, touring with Panic and their breakup, and finally, the formation and break up of The Young Veins.  No matter what obstacle came our way, we cleared it together. I've always been his little Mady, never anything more than a little sister figure.  But that image changed when I went over to his house for a visit.  Although we alwa

"Be a good little girl," Mommy said, "and perhaps I'll let you go outside later."  So now, she sits, sits and waits for her mother to return home like the good little girl she promised to be.  The outside has always called to the blond haired girl, but Mommy had told her time and time again that it was too dangerous.  Now, with the chance of going outside, the young girl just sits quietly on her stool in front of the fireplace, anxiously awaiting her mother's return. The young child was ecstatic when she saw her mother's curly black hair emerge in the doorway.  With large, childlike eyes, the girl looks at her mother and quietly asks, "Mommy

I groaned when I saw the dump of the hospital the orphanage was sending me to.  My stomach had been hurting for a while and it was all I could do to not throw up as I made my way up the few steps to the entrance.  The lady who worked at the orphanage that brought me here walked up to the nurses' station while I took a seat by the door.  She talked to a Latino nurse, occasionally pointing at me or her abdomen, I guess to indicate that I was having SEVERE discomfort in my stomach.   A look of concern flashed across the nurse's face and she quickly approached me, grabbing a wheelchair out of the hands of

"You Know That You Feel it Too" It was close to midnight and Ryan and I sat on the couch, watching Travie McCoy on television.  Ryan had his arm draped across my shoulders and a glass of champagne in his hand.  I held my glass on my lap, my head laying on Ryan's chest. To me, it seemed unreal to finally be able to say that Ryan Ross, the musician and my best friend, was finally mine.  The television switched over to show a large crowd in New York City and Ryan said, "I would hate to be there.  I've done it once, and it was enough for me." It was a minute to midnight and I watched as a large sign star