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Annie practically threw herself through the hospital room door. Leo was laying propped up, just slightly, in the bed, his golden curls matted to his forehead with sweat and blood. He turned to look at her and his face lit up in just that way that made him seem almost angelic. Blue eyes, golden curls, pale skin, and finely formed features. Sometimes she wondered if maybe he was an angel. Maybe that’s why his heart was constantly failing, he just didn’t belong to this world… “What are you staring at?” He laughed shakily a...
There’s a smile on her face that she couldn’t shrug off. She couldn't explain the contradiction of the lightness she was feeling and the weight in her heart. Her thoughts went back to that cute senior and his charming smile. Brie told him to forget it, to forget him. He's already got a girlfriend from another school or another city, she couldn't really remember. A girl can dream, that's the code that she lives by. Besides, he held the door open for her yesterday. With that dangerous smile, he called her by her fi...
In a far-off kingdom there was a king. He loved his queen dearly and when the queen died the king was in such a state of sorrow that nothing could cheer him up. He would not leave his chambers and hardly ate. For many months the king would only dress in black clothes. The king did not speak much and when he did it was only to his three best knights. One day he heard a lovely singing voice coming from the servant courters. He followed the sound until he found Alice cleaning the floors. Alice had midnight black hair that was done in...
When I was 9 years old my father waved goodbye to me as he pulled out of our driveway, it seemed normal, average, like something a loving father would always do. He said he would be out for groceries, “Just picking up some eggs so your mother can finish her pie” he promised me. I may be exaggerating this memory now, but as I look back I think I remember a tear leaking out of his eye. 25% of children grow up without a father in their home. I remember reading this stat in he...
Coffee cup in hand, James MacFarlane took his regular seat as the morning played out before him. His bench in the north-western corner of Hyde Park afforded him a princely view of the fountain glistening in the morning sun. Surrounded by the giant guardians of the parklands, the ancient fig trees, he observed the morning rituals of those still chained to the hamster wheel from which he had long...
The first time I saw him, I really wanted to kill him. Unfortunately for me though, it wasn’t his time yet, far from it actually. He was twenty-nine and due to live until he was ninety-three, quite old for a human. Of course, I’d been around since the dawn of time and sixty-four years was about a blink of an eye for me (well, if I had eyes that is), but still! I knew these next sixty-four years would be agonizingly long, especially if Mother Time played another trick on me. I saw him first when I was in a nursing home i...
It was as if he was reaching, speaking through water, to another, one which he could never again hear sweet, longing words emanate from. He knew somehow one day she would have to return to her home but he had only hoped that this transition would be delayed just a little longer, just enough to hear her speak words again, pure and untainted. He remembered her voice at one time melodic and rhythmic, like a heartbeat. She stood tall and proud, silent, looking down upon him with a faceless expressi...
Ethan pressed his back against the cold café window, sheltering his face from the persistent drizzle. He fingered the small velvet box in his pocket while he waited for Hannah. He was sure she’d love it. The last two years had been wonderful, and now he wanted to secure the relationship. Despite the weather he was content, happy, confident. Nothing would faze his plans for the future, especially today.
In a moment she would arrive for a pre-working day coffee, something they did ...
Wednesday MorningA Story of Unrequited LoveBy Sadler Slate The tip jar was empty. I stood upon the stage looking half-defeated, staring down o...
Andy's POVMikey and I have been dating ever since Mikey joined the band. At first, our relationship was filled with love and happiness. Both of us were truly happy. We couldn't live without each other.I could still remember when he asked me out for the first time.I was led down with my head on Mikey's lap. It had been a few weeks since he began trialling, and we had become really close. So close that I had started having feelings for him. I just loved being with him. He made me really happ...
A young little boy stood on the sidewalk and stared at the wall noticing the tiniest details of the graffiti with deep interest in his eyes. There was a spark in his eyes, that could make anybody fall for the young one but he was the only one from his group who was not being adopted from his orphanage. He had deep solace in his heart every time he walked past this lane. The word REJOICE written on the wall in graffiti gave him hope. He believed the good days were just about to b...
The dawn of my wickedness began on the hottest days of summer. It was a time replete with wet brows and weary bones, of drunkard foolishness and mud stained toes, of fat, whirring flies and clammy air. It began with her laughter by the lakeshore, her dress billowing around her like a cloud, russet hair falling around her shoulders in whispering waves as if she had been born from the foam seeping between the lake...
Sabina keeps him on a leash. She feeds him milk and honey; nourishes his soul. They’ve always been close; since he was born, he says, couldn’t be without her, he says. Their parents were friends, lived next door. Their fathers worked in finance, their mothers crocheted; one big happy family. Sabina has eyes like a doe, a mouth made of roses, her skin carved from fine bone china; nobody had ever seen a face so regal, a face so worthy of love. Sabina keeps her heart in a cage though. He thinks she’s lost the key...
Oh gosh! Uhhg... I inhaled a deep breath taking in the intoxicated air around us, filled with alcohol and smoke. ‘thanks for coming leia’ James said putting his arm around my shoulder. “yeah! Okay”I said looking forward to the view of bar and crowd of dancing drunk strangers. “James, was it necessary?”I asked. “yeah! I got out of med school and I won't be celebrating without my princess” James replied stating the same line he has a special copyright of since last 18 year...
To even glimpse of the Suns true beauty is impossible. Since near the beginning of time she has hidden herself from all. She shrouds herself in a haze. She does this out of heartache, for she is a guilt ridden spirit. Only once has he removed that veil and allowed one to stare in all her flourishing flares. He never failed to watch her enter, and never let himself miss her leave. She spent her journey through the sky speaking and laughing with him all through the day. He spent little time for himself and seemed to live to see her wake. Th...
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