• Foshizzlebeth commented on the post, thirst 5 years, 4 months ago

    She felt like she was starving for human contact, although she was constantly surrounded by people. She needed something physical to remind her that she still existed. She needed human touch to prove that she was still there. Otherwise, how could she say she was real?

  • Foshizzlebeth commented on the post, amused 5 years, 4 months ago

    She sat quietly and amused herself while the time slowly ticked by. Then, at just the right moment, she opened the door just as he opened his. He smiled “It’s so funny how we manage to do that at the same time every day.” She nodded in mock agreement “I know! We might as well walk together, then.”

  • Foshizzlebeth commented on the post, amused 5 years, 4 months ago

    It was amusing how little he actually cared for her. Despite what she thought or how she imagined it might be, he knew that he was using her and he did not care at all. And the best part was that she would never know.

  • The wilderness had never interested him until he met Chris. Then-more from necessity and a desperate attempt to cling to him more than any other reason- the wilderness became VERY interesting to him.

  • He looked at her, laughing and spanning in her bare feet. It reminded him of back before everything got complicated. Back when everything was fine and he loved her more than anything, Back when nothing could hurt them. But things had changed. And that, he reasoned, was the great tragedy of life.

  • Foshizzlebeth commented on the post, buyer 6 years, 2 months ago

    Try selling me to the highest bidder. Sell me for the best price. Sell me and send me off and never look back and, If you can do that, ask yourself if I was ever yours to sell to begin with.

  • If I had known about her beforehand, I would never have gone to that damned party. Then we never would have met and I wouldn’t feel like shit and I wouldn’t be going to a funeral on the first day of summer break. But then I also would never have known. I’d still be boring me. Nothing special. At any rate, James says its better to know. To have…[Read more]

  • Her thoughts swirled relentlessly like the wind, following no particular shape or rhythm. That was the difference between the two of us. Mine were simple, easy to follow geometric patterns. There I’d be, following my daily routine when she’d show up, grab my hand, and whisper “let’s do something” in my ear before sweeping me up like a hellish…[Read more]

  • She tried to think about what her mother would say in the same situation “be sensible” she’d always said. Then again, her mother had perished a horrible death in the pits of hell so perhaps she wasn’t the best person to go to for advice.

  • Foshizzlebeth commented on the post, flee 6 years, 4 months ago

    She turned on her heel to flee from him, crashing through the underbrush and tripping over roots that blocked her way. She heard no signs of pursuit, so it was quite a surprise to her when she came crashing through a clearing and found him standing at the center, waiting for her. She kept forgetting that things were different here.

  • He stamped the young boys passport reluctantly. Sure, all of the paperwork was in order and, true, there was nothing he could do to stop it but Landson had still hoped that he would be able to save this one from going to the place where so few return. That-just this once-he could prevent the loss of an innocent life.

  • Her skirt billowed out below her like a parachute as she fell, though it did noting to slow her descent down the rabbit hole. When she did hit ground, she hit it hard and mercilessly. Though unbroken, it was a time before she was able to catch her breath and right herself.

  • She blinked at the screen. The footage clearly showed herself last Saturday in her home. But, what was that figure behind her? That figure whose black silhouette was just barely distinguishable but so clearly there? Whose arms were too lang for its hunched body and whose dim eyes glowed a soft red as they observed her sleeping figure on the couch,…[Read more]

  • She took a step back from her own mind and looked at herself. If she wanted to grow up, she’d have to stop over thinking and complicating everything. She’d have to simplify her life. Settle down. get a real job. She looked around at all of the people going about their boring daily routines before finally turning back to him.
    “Screw simplicity.…[Read more]

  • I couldn’t resist peeking into the large gray chest which sat smugly in the corner. I know that I shouldn’t have but I needed to do it- needed to know. But when she returned and looked at me and the open chest in the middle of the room, I knew that she would never trust me again- my credibility was gone.

  • As far as nights go, she supposed she would give it a six. It hadn’t gone horribly but it didn’t really get interesting until the stars began to fall and she saw him dodging them through the sky, laughing and trying to catch them in his hands. A glimpse at his life always brightened her mood but the fact that she could never join him left a foul…[Read more]

  • His heart seemed to stop when he saw her again. It was not as though time itself had stopped, it was as though time had been at a standstill until he saw her face. He never wanted the moment to end but it did- it had to and it would be the last time he saw her for a long while.

  • Foshizzlebeth commented on the post, ensue 6 years, 10 months ago

    The embarrassment that ensued was unavoidable. First kisses were always awkward but it was made worse when said kiss resulted in one of the two parties falling over a trashcan as a direct result of the first knocking him over.

  • She was surrounded by unknown and unseen enemies. Though she could feel their presence in the darkness, it was unclear what their motives where. Why had she been led here, so far from the path that she had been wondering down?

  • Foshizzlebeth commented on the post, clasp 6 years, 10 months ago

    He is five years old.
    He walks down the playground with a fistful of dandelions clasped in his chubby hands
    He can’t stop to run about with Phil today
    He is going to visit Rosie
    To see if she wants to play

    He is Twelve years old.
    He walks across the yard with a strand of carnations from his mom’s garden clasped in his dirty hands
    He…[Read more]