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18.It's exhilarating to love someone that your'e not supposed to; sneaking glances to make your heart race, trying to speak clearly through a lump in your throat, letting their radiant smile shine past the glint of the wedding ring. He supposes that's why he allowed himself to love her, as if he could get off on the thrill and would never have to even touch her. Her hair brushed against the back of his hand one afternoon, and he could see stars as she walked so gracefully away. He had never seen stars with any other girl, even when they pressed his hands against their cheeks, even when they let their hair dangle over his face like a curtain hiding a secret that everyone already knew. And so he spent the slowly disappearing days counting the times she could make his stomach twist and flutter.
After, he spent his nights awake trying to remember the way she sometimes lightly touched his shoulder. What they don't prepare you for is how hard it is to reason a broken heart over someone wh
17.I stand inside your skeletal remains, a different heart beats against its breastplate, a different set of organs is sheltered by the ribcage. You wouldn't recognize it anymore, but it still feels like home.
That's the beauty of being left behind, though they never mention it. I can watch it all be moulded and shaped again, death and rebirth and whatnot. It's almost disturbingly beautiful, as if I became your protege, left to maintain the body you left behind, to feed it, water it, and ultimately grow to love it.
I never expected to turn into you, but as I leave this body, my body, behind, planting seeds for someone else to water and grow, I realize that I have. And I realize that in loving it, I grew to love you, clinging forever, to these old bones.
16.The library was burning down, and there was nothing I could do about it. The yellowed pages of our favorite stories caught fire so easily and formed smoke monsters that got caught in the ceiling and disappeared into the flames that lapped against the ceiling. In my watering eyes, I could see your body forged from smoke and, darling, I knew that our story had gone up in flames.
14.She was supposed to be at her grandmother's house right now. Her mother had worried about putting her on the train alone, but her father insisted that she would be fine. He used to do it all the time as a kid, the conductors always make sure that the kids get off at the right stop and they usually give them candy. Her parents' flight left at six in the morning, and they dropped her off for the five o'clock train. They kissed her on the head and told her that everything would be alright.
It was early in the morning, in fact, she had never been up this early before. She tried her best to stay awake on the train, but by the third stop, she was asleep. When the train reached its final destination, the train conductor woke her to get off. He helped her get her luggage from the rack, and led her off the train to look for her grandmother.
Blinking the sleepiness from her eyes, she looked around the station, but the familiar face of her grandmother was nowhere to be seen. She walked over to th
13.People will throw away the strangest things. Just yesterday I found a pair of nearly new baby slippers, several books, and a box of pasta that had never been opened (don't they know that this stuff never goes bad?). Usually I just throw this all into the back of my truck, I can only keep the really impressive things, otherwise my house would end up looking like a smaller version of the dump.
The problem is, I can't stop taking the things she throws out. Yes, I have yet to see her face in person, but I know so much about her already. She can cook beautifully, I've seen her leftovers, and she has been to so many places. Just last week she threw out a bunch of old, blank postcards from Venice and Rome. I always put her garbage can back up on the curb once I finish with it, she has yet to say anything, but I'm sure that she appreciates the gesture. Maybe I'll see her next Friday on the route. I'll be sure to wear my nicest uniform.
The daisies burned in the sunlight. His hair fell into his eyes as the long grass swallowed him, devoured his bones. From his outstretched hands grew wildflowers, their pollen pooling in his palms.
The sweet air seemed to choke me as I lifted my voice to the sky.
"It's all right. I don't mind," he replied, eyes drifting into the haze of summer.
The day wore on.
His fingers scraped the kitchen table. I stole a furtive glance at their shadows. The evening entered, pale and lovely, like a ghostly sculpture, lightly dusted with twilight.
"Will you pay for it?"
"It can be fixed."
"No, it can't. Look at it." There were more shards than the fragments of sunlight scattered across the floor.
"All things can be fixed. Did you try?"
My heartbeat sped up and I remembered his foot on the accelerator, the rush of the landscape as it flew on the wind, the singing of the wheels against the tarmac. In the kitchen, the phone rang. It appeared that nobody was going to answer it.
"How deep is
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A/N: Will I stop writing stuff for the holidays? NOT UNTIL LIKE FEBRUARY
I’ve had a fire burning
Since the holidays began
I hear its cold out where you’re living
But it ain’t colder than I’ve been
I’ve been an animal since you left me
I need you wrapped under my tree
My Christmas cheer is here and ready
But where are you to set it free
You had been studying abroad in England for the entire year, and your beloved boyfriend James missed you very much, since he hadn't been able to go with you. But since the year had just finished you were coming home for Christmas! James was running around to get everything ready with help from his brothers. Allan was helping him put up decorations, and Oliver was baking yummy holiday goodies (fudge and Christmas crack anyone?)
"You really want to impress her, don't you little brother?" Allan said cockily.
"Shut up. I haven't seen her in a year so of course I want stuff to be prepared." James snarled
Winter Perils - The China Doll GangAudrey had been taken completely by surprise when she made her way to the kitchen to fetch some more wine for her and her mother, and saw the apparition hanging in the air. A ghostly white face, seemingly just hovering there. It was only when she had felt the hand on her shoulder, and saw the grey outline of the woman stepping forward, that she realised not only was it not a ghost, it was someone who she had read about in the Daily Mail.
She stood, unable to move from a combination of fear and disbelief as the long rope was draped around her neck and down her shoulders, before her arms were pulled back by the motion of the rope spiralling down them, her wrist fixed together in the small of her back, the rope digging into her bare arms as the intruder then wound the rope around her body and chest, criss-crossing her black t-shirt as the person in front of her removed the long turquoise scarf from around her neck, and rolled it into a tight band...
“About time, Audrey w
Winter Perils - The Gentlemen Robbers“I must say, it is most accommodating of you to offer us some hot coffee,” the tall man said as he sat in an armchair, sipping the black beverage from a cup. “It is a cold night, and this is very welcoming.”
“No matter the circumstance, we must show hospitality,” the woman sitting opposite him said. She was wearing a long gold coloured robe with a brown floral print on it, and a white scarf that covered her hair and head so that only her face showed. The scarf had a brocaded edge, and was held in place by a gold pin.
“Will you be taking this,” she said as she put her hand to it.
“No – I have no desire to make you disobey a requirement of your faith,” the man said as he sipped his coffee again, the cup held firmly in his black gloved hand. He was about six foot five, and wore a black leather jacket over a roll necked sweater, trousers and shoes. The outfit was completed by the black balaclav
Winter Perils - Lily and PennyThe streets of Southall were crowded with shoppers looking for bargains – nothing unusual about that on a Saturday, but on this occasion it was the Saturday before Christmas, and on this particular Saturday two women were walking down the main street, wearing long black coats over their outfits. The bottoms of black suede boots could be seen underneath.
They were both about five seven or eight in height, one with long blonde hair and the other shorter, copper brown, cut in a bob. As they turned up a side street, the hubbub died down to a peaceful calm, which seemed to make them more anxious as they walked up to a door and knocked.
The door was opened by a young Pakistani girl, who was wearing a green tunic with white trim, green pants and golden sandals on her feet. A large white scarf with a floral print was wrapped around her head and shoulders, covering her brown hair.
“Yes,” she said as she looked at the two women.
FagWith the two prime fingers of his right hand, he draws a line down his cheek like a tear. The stubble has already begun to reach its former length, thick and dark, but still providing no warmth. Neither does the sun, which fails every attempt to escape completely from behind the giant grey mass of clouds. What little heat does reach him is quickly stripped away by the wind, all too eager to extinguish the tiny flame of his cigarette lighter.
"You too, huh?" he says with a chuckle, the cancer bouncing with each syllable. Even the wind wants him to quit, but he perseveres. After several more attempts, and forcing the very tip into the well of the lighter, he is able to get the cigarette to ignite for long enough to suck in its sweet smoke. It fills his lungs, pushing out the anxiety for a moment and replacing it with a numbness that will later give way to nausea. Still, the consequences will never outweigh the pain of those worst moments, or at least so he tells himself. He pictures hims
CrossroadsShe's at a crossroad again.
If she recalled correctly, then this was the fourth time in her entire life. She tentatively places a foot forward, on to the cool glass. Decisions were never my strong point, she thinks. Knowing that this could take anywhere between an hour to a few days, she takes off the bulky coat, spreading it out before taking a seat in the middle of the cross-section. There weren't going to be any passer-bys after all.
Wait. I've...I've never looked back.
The thought crosses her mind for less than a second, but it clutches onto the messy vines inside her head and before she can stop herself, she's turning her head around looking over her shoulder and gazing into the mist-filled street. It's murky, grey, dark, and filled with heavy rain.
Why have I never looked back?
She doesn't know if that's really a question, or if it's something she's asking herself, but she definitely finds the confusion that comes with the thought loathsome, at best. Deciding
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