When I write, I simply supply the words. The story writes itself.
I'm beginning to feel things I thought if never feel again. When I'm with her, everything seems to have its color again. Her laughter is contagious. The smile she gives me brightens the room.
What scared me the most was the glass box. It looked to be at least five inches thick and heavy. Very heavy. I shuddered at the thought of lying in it.
Slow strumming hands Twisted sheets Sleepless nights Missing beats The coffee tastes bitter Throw the alarm to the floor Curl up alone in bed Don't even smoke anymore The band says take a...
Infinity was our goal in life Me and you forever, tonight In sorrow and anger, the goal is gone Sorrow and depression the only song Say you recall the words exchanged You left me never feeling the...
Since about Wednesday, I've had difficulty sleeping.
"I'm sorry. I really truly do love you. But I can do this." I open my mouth to speak but no words come out. He looks at the ground awkwardly and finally turns to walk away.
The world was dark. White light gently sparkled against the ebony backdrop of my subconscious. Soft blues mixed. A pale purple quietly joined in the dance. Grass greens leaped and soared.
***So this is a little story about our good friends Jacoby and Sage from Fix You. I figured you needed a good little back story on how they met and such. (: Tell me what you think.
I stand in the kitchen making my son, Ace, his lunch. He's laying in front of the small tv coloring. I have the news on and he listens like he knows exactly what they're saying.
A story for @tattyteddy Enjoy my dear. The moon shone brightly into the large bedroom. With the wall high windows cracked only slightly, a breeze still carried the satin curtains in its hands.
The music was loud; the bass made the floor quake. There was little to no lighting and everyone seemed to be on some drug or drinking some alcoholic beverage.
I wait for him again today, like everyday. The people walking past are all talking, all smiling. The couples are holding hands and being in love. My love is one-sided.
Thank you to the many people who have read my Opusses thus far ^^ it means the world to me that you like what I write. @tattyteddy -your story is coming my dear. Thank you for your support.
I sat across the room from him, sitting and staring at him from his desk. He sat on his bed and stared out the window, a look of guilt and stubbornness plastered on his face.
My voice shaking, I clutched the phone and told him the whole story.
Don't break the glass. The creepy old lady at the front desk kept reiterating the same cryptic sentence as I asked about the room for rent.
~A sample of a story I'm writing. Should I finish it. Any suggestions for the ending. Let me know.
The town had been painted red. Marvelous red that seemed to glow and enhance the suspicion that grew every moment. Red that splattered over the brick walls in alleyways.
He's sitting next to me, listening avidly to what my cousin has to say. However, every so often I see him glance over at me. Study me. Watch for my reaction.
He walks past me, oblivious to my screams. I pound on the glass, calling out and hoping he'll hear me. He's the most recent tenant in the apartment.
I feel it again. That helpless feeling when you realize that it's all over. I see the surface not far above me. I struggle and reach. No good. My goal is too far away. Further than I had hoped.
The cool breeze blows through my hair. He leans over and gently kisses my cheek. I can feel the breeze turning into his musical voice, whispering my name over and over.