A New Time(1) Each Feeling
Alex: It's been six months ever since she went through the operation.
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Alex: It's been six months ever since she went through the operation.
The black clouds; heavy, damp. The ground looming; black, hard. I was falling, falling to my death and yet I was not scared. Pure adrenaline ran in my blood, I had no time to be scared. Breathless.
A single kiss as innocent as the first shared by pure loves but entwined with as much passion, feeling and emotion as one made by longing lovers craving each others touch.
Day 1. I am Tom Robinson. I am from Maycomb. I have a wife and children. I was accused of raping a white girl. I'm in jail. I'm innocent.
Ok I've been writing to like series of stories so, the hunger games Peetas Pov and the hunter but I want to know what everyone thinks of them and if you all want to me to carryon with them so I have...
Early summer is the best time of year, I think. The whole world cheers up, even the snails in their small shells decide to roam around more and explore previously undiscovered territory.
Caroline held fast to the railings and looked out to sea. The ocean was a roar of emotion today, anger and jealously; it pounded at the headland and smashed itself to white foaming vapour.
I woke in the dark, the dream still haunting me pulling me in. I know he is real in another realm, the place of dreams. It's always the same, it's always him. He looks like a rock star.
I could post anything up here but I won't. I'll just keep writing nonsense that falls out of my head and hopefully it makes it's way to be read and appreciated by someone.
So today I left the house I lived in for years. After weeks of packing and sweeping the days are finally up. I took a turn around the empty rooms and felt the years lift away.
Her body freezes in place, her eyes locked onto the face of the one in the window.
She lies flat and spread out on her un-made bed gazing out her bedroom window. As she drifts in and out of consciousness her imagination starts to take over.
Occasionally I dream of that perfect night... Of you brandishing that bottle of complimentary champagne...
I flew gracefully through clouds; diving, tumbling in the cold air. My breath visible, a icy white mist. I was at peace. The moisture in the air clinging to my clothes.
The hardest part of life is not having someone beside you who's willing to listen without judgement when you're at your lowest points in life.
When do you wish you'd disappear. I'd maybe wish it every moment I breathe with tears in my heart. Because no one seem to understand the reason behind those tears. Like I shed them for no reason.
Mimpi itu kadang kala seperti penyeri di dalam diri. Ia bagaikan suatu kepuasan terutamanya bila diri seorang insan itu tidak merasakan diri dipunyai atau dilengkapi.
Woke up middle of the night, in my dream I was reminded of, the times I had hope, hope that's wasn't hopeless..
Two young ninjas, playing in the slow. "Hello my children," says a passing monkey. One ninja slaps the monkey as he reaches to steal a crunchy taco.
I dreamt a lovely, wise old man died. It was in a grand old building with a large hall, being used for some full dress and black tie celebration.
I drove. The radio gently accompanied me through a winding road, passing under poplars and oak trees, that offered a cool shade every so often from the rare, yet welcome sun.
The light has been unrelenting for three days now. Three days. Where did the nights go. I miss the dark. Nothing but the sound of rain on the roof.
The next time I go, I don't want to know about it. I'd rather wait in suspended disbelief until it all catches up with me on the other side.
I warn you, for people who don't like gore I suggest not reading this, although I don't think it's too bad.