Creo

Four

Sharing secrets with another world
Rubbing shoulders with some unknown lovers
Making waves through the universe
Starting wars with anonymous brothers

Trip switch, trip switch

"WHAT?!?!?!" They scream simultaneously.

Make a wish and I'll count to three
Press the button and we'll both be happy
Sending signals is a dirty trick
I get my love in a digital packet

Trip switch, trip switch

"Well, I wasn't giving the tatoos, I was the one sitting in the chair receiving it." I put the first three patties with cheese on the sesame seed buns.

Gimme data cause I need a hit
How I love stratospheric numbers
Information, I've been craving it
Gimme yours then gimme all the others

Trip switch, trip switch

"I wanna see it." Alanis leans foward excited.

I place the next three patties with cheese on the bun. Alanis a vegetarian, so I'll make her a grilled cheese towards the end. "I'll show it to you later when I put ointment on it."

I sauté the onions, drain the French fries, bring out a head of lettuce, and get the bacon out of the oven. Skillfully, I cut a tomato and put any 'toppings' in different bowls, I make a burger buffet.

Getting a clean skilket, I make Alanis her grilled cheese with the crust cut off. Placing it on a plate, I place it down infront of her.

She bounces in her seat. "Can I see it now?!?!?!"

I pull off the slightly to big shirt. Slowly, I unwrap the clear Saran Wrap, and take the soft cloth off my tattoo on my upper left rib cage. The gold writing stand out surprisingly well against my brown skin. The paint brush and pencil looked awesome. Not to realistic yet not to cartoon-ish.

"Is that Latin?" Alanis leans forward and inspects my tattoo closely.

Axen translates the Latin. "And it is real. It is written in my hand. I create."

"That's so pretty!" Alanis exclaimed in a high pitched voice.

"Thanks." I smile at Alanis. "You know, I'll do your first tattoo for you."

"Wait." Koren walks over to me only for him to set me on a counter. He's eye level to my tattoo.

"These words. They're a creation spell. This is black magic. Not your cookie cutter white magic stuff. Where did you find this?" He looks up at me.

"Online. Supposedly a spell book dating back to Salem. It's where all my spells for my books come from." I look at him confused.

"Salem. Great. Those bitches deserved to roast." Koren mutters under his breath. "This spell, it's feeding off your life force. You said we're book characters, I guarantee this is what brought us here." He places his hand on the tender area, and his hand heats up.

His hands start to burn my skin. I can't stop from crying out at the pain. Koren moves his hand, and we look at the red blistered area.