Short Stories

Soulmark

Another soulmate story, am I right? I promise, the next one is not going to be a soulmate story, honest. I'm in the process of writing it. But I had to finish this because it was an amazing idea and it's awesome. Enjoy! 

Dakota

I was five years old when I first noticed my mark. And boy did I notice.

It happened one fine day when I was stupid enough to attempt some disaster of a thing that will never EVER be mentioned again. A thing that ended with my right arm being twisted in a complete 180. Yeah, not one of my proudest moments..

Either way, the action led me to discover my mark; a cluster of weird blue thumb prints that were loitering on my right, back mid-forearm or whatever. It was the mark I shared oh so lovingly with my soulmate.

And what was a five year old to do when discovering something as important as a soulmark? Nothing, because my arm was possibly broken and I needed my mom, now! Duh.

And of course, when mom noticed my twisted arm, she noted the beautiful blue prints, pressed against my arm. Thus ensuring the 'mark' talk after the 'it's not okay to do stupid things like the stupid thing you did, Dakota' talk; both of which I was seriously dreading. Heck, I even begged the nurse to drug me or something. Keep me overnight. Both of which he refused.

On the way home from the hospital, mom spoke up.

"Honey, I know we haven't really had the talk about this before and I know you might not be interested right now, but we need to tell you about soulmates."

And then dad oh so gloriously dropped his two cents on the table: "Now come on, Sherri. A boy's gotta learn sooner or later. I'm surprised this talk is coming now this late in his life. Heck, my parents were reading me stories about it when I was two!"

"He's five years old, Michael, I figured we could have waited another year." Dad just laughed at her. I really didn't see what was funny about the situation. And I really just wanted to go home and play video games. Maybe eat some mint chip ice cream. Forget about my stupid broken arm.

"Dakota, dear, a soulmate is, to put it plainly, the person who is made especially for you. They were made to be by your side." Mom said from the front seat, turning around a little to look at me.

I was totally confused now.

"What?"

"Now, Kota, soulmates can be platonic, which is like bestfriends, or romantic, which is not.. In a way. I mean, look at your mom and me. We're romantic soulmates, simply because we're meant to be with each other forever and forever. And despite the fact that we could have remained friends, we feel more than that for each other. You get me, sport?"

"Yeah?"

"And you have a person who is your soulmate."

"Okay?" I made a face, thinking about that gross kissy stuff mom and dad did all the time. Yuck! I didn't want that.

I tried turning my arm over to see my mark, but it was hidden by the big, stupid, bulky cast that weighed down my arm. I just huffed, giving up and resting it back on my legs.

'Future Dakota can deal with whatever the heck the term "soulmate" means.' I thought. 'Current Dakota has a broken arm and can't play four square for weeks!'
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Elizabeth

When I first noticed my soulmark, I was six years old and just beginning to practice my new dance choreography in the mirror. My curiosity was instantly peaked!