Rt.16
It's been a while since he's drove down this stretch. I can see the sweat just breaking on his brow, yet his body trembles as if cold.
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It's been a while since he's drove down this stretch. I can see the sweat just breaking on his brow, yet his body trembles as if cold.
A secret door, hidden behind metal chains which are tied so tight around it it is impossible to pull a chain.
Beneath the dust of many years,hides your fears,your hopeless tears,. Caught up in the glossy photo-sheet, where your dreams and nightmares meet,.
I found someone Who looks the same Talks the same Moves the same Way we did when to all Intent and purpose We were kids I found a girl Who drinks the same Way you did Before our tracks Our train...
White washed walls and festered sheets, An ancient home, the pattern repeats: I walk the halls, and smell that smell, A stomach-churning I can't quell.
Everything seemed perfect. I heard the birds twittering and felt the warm sun hitting my uncovered skin. I laid down in the grass and closed my eyes. Memories flooding my mind. Back to last summer...
This rug has been on several floors Our lounge at home, my room in halls Down in town in Western Wales Then Earls Court to near Enfield It's seen off milk and spilled red wine Break-up sex and party...
Magic hour. Sunday again. I don't mind, really. There's something almost ethereal about this time of day, on this day in particular. All Sundays I mean, right before the day gives itself to the night.
Sitting in my room listening to the rain, thinking to myself that " if you were to appear at my window at this very moment I don't think I would react as I normally do".I wouldn't scream your name...
I miss you already. Ten minutes gone and you're growing cold, Gone is your chance to ever be old, I miss you. A silly chance, A dare on a rainbow, Nothing playful, only honour, At that time.
I still remember his brown eyes.
When I was 5 he was life With 3 children, 2 here, One there, And a wife. Struck by lightning where he sat. It shook the ground. Tears began to rain.
I don't really understand why. I've listened to what the doctors say and nodded a lot. A few painful words stick to my brain, like flies caught in a spider's web. Brain tumour. Nothing we can do.
There isn’t a moment that goes by where I don’t think about you. I remember all the good times, the memories, the way things were…The more I think about those times, I regret how I was.
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house and pour it loose through your garden.
*A/N: I Dedicate this to Henry Yap <3 who is forever in my heart.* It all began when we first met. She was a bit younger but I dun 'no... It just seemed right. I couldn't help falling for her...
Chapter 2: Past Starts (Part 4) Denny The faraway look in my eye returned to the photo album and I remembered that I hadn’t thrown away all the pictures of Dean.
I just wish I could go back in time and pause on the moment that you looked into my blue grey eyes and told me that you loved me. I wish I could pause right there and never hit play.
The orange glow of the street lights bathes everything with an ochre hue, casting an ethereal spell over the roads late at night.
The way you used to smile at me, the way you used to hug me, the way you used to waddle along and fall into me, the way your laughs and giggles made me.
This is written for all people who have walked out, or have been pushed out, of my life. This is to M.B, R.F, T.B, C.M, C.J.G, J.M, and all who have influenced me enough to write in your honor.
This song is a how I feel a little... Or maybe more... Lyrics below. --- Where are you now, what are you doing. Are you in this endless sky.
Now I've moved into the apartment. The only other place that I can go is to the lab behind the door and mirrors. Today we begin.
The Tree we grew with The tree we hung upon The tree we swung upon The tree we adored practically ever since birth.