• Samantha commented on the post, stillness 5 years ago

    In the stillness of the aftermath, she could only hear her heart beating. Louder, and louder. Like some distant drum. Maybe it was calling her home. Maybe it was encouraging her to dance. She knelt on the ground and listened. Somewhere, high above, a bird sang out and she couldn’t tell if it was a cry of desperation or hope.

  • Samantha commented on the post, values 5 years, 2 months ago

    Value are such an interesting thing. They change so frequently. Sometimes I sit an wonder how my values would be changed if I had grown up in a different state, in a home that wasn’t broken, or with another family entirely. Yeah, values are weird.

  • Reconstruction always begins slowly. It’s like the seasons changing. The winter has to melt away, the sun has to start warming the Earth again. Hope has to grow and be new. Otherwise, nothing else can grow.

  • Samantha commented on the post, fools 5 years, 11 months ago

    They sit around and talk of nothings. Empty spaces where words should be. Fools in academic clothing. Nothing ever said or done. Not truly. Progress lost for sake of words. Progress made for sake of loss. Somewhere, new fools rise. Fools, or champions?

  • Samantha commented on the post, barren 5 years, 11 months ago

    Desolation, isolation. Barren fields that were once full of hopes and dreams now diminished and full only of squalor. This is the wreckage and aftermath. Someday soon, a child will come along and plant a lonely seed. Just a tiny seed of hope. But that seed will be the only chance of saving anything.

  • Samantha commented on the post, secluded 5 years, 11 months ago

    The secluded room was quiet, just what the doctor order. By doctor, of course she meant editor. Less than twelve hours left before her deadline. 12 more hours of insanity before just could breathe and rest again. She looked out the window at the softly falling snow before once again, sitting at her laptop to stare at the screen.

  • Samantha commented on the post, neon 5 years, 11 months ago

    The neon sign flickered in the window. I paused. It wasn’t that the store looked bad it was just… more sketchy than I would have liked. Still, I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. A small bell dinged and the girl at the counter looked up at me with a face that screamed bored. “Welcome to Brookfields Bookfields. How can I help you?”

  • Samantha commented on the post, oblique 5 years, 11 months ago

    “You’re so oblique!” she shouted, storming off in a rage. I sat there quietly. There wasn’t anything for me to say, nothing I could do to lessen her pain as much as I might want to. The worst part was that the way she thought of me was so very far from the truth.

  • Samantha commented on the post, delve 5 years, 11 months ago

    I delve deeper into my memories, immediately wishing I hadn’t. Have you ever had the feeling you know the way something is going to end? Even then I knew. Though, of course, hindsight is 20/20 and the visions we sometimes have of the future are always a bit cloudy.

  • Samantha commented on the post, shattered 5 years, 11 months ago

    The illusion shattered, crashing around her feet. Nothing would ever again be as it once was, who knows what it could be. Shattered like glass and the fragile dreams she has set for her future. Gone. In one swift motion, not unlike a bandaid being ripped away from an already hurting heart, tearing away bits of skin that were in the process of mending.

  • Samantha commented on the post, spilled 5 years, 11 months ago

    The alcohol spilled onto the table, and her eyes immediately filled with tears. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, half cowering into a tiny shell. The other girl looked at her with large, concerned eyes, taking the hands that were already springing to action into an embrace. “Listen to me, you have nothing to be sorry for. Okay?” A soft answer was…[Read more]

  • Samantha commented on the post, signed 6 years ago

    Laptop in hand she signed onto Facebook, just like any normal day. Continued with the normalcy, she searched through the list of online friends looking for that holy, unholy green dot by that holy, unholy name. Is this green dot a go ahead, or should it be red like a warning to slow down and think. She take a breath and types a simple message…[Read more]

  • Samantha commented on the post, airstream 6 years ago

    They say birds use the airstream to glide over vast distances with ease. I wish I could do that some days, because the distance between you and me is heart-breakingly far and I don’t have wings that allow me to glide across the airstream to meet you. And the distance between our bodies isn’t whats so far, its really the distance between our hearts.

  • Samantha commented on the post, dissolve 6 years ago

    She watched the sleeping pills dissolve into his broth. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six perfect white pills. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six large gulps. Now, endless sleep and freedom.

  • Samantha commented on the post, ensue 6 years ago

    Morgan looked out the window, thinking about the first time she had seen those haunting blue eyes. It was simple enough, a happenstance touch at the coffee shop, but something terrible and wonderful ensued.
    Deep blue eyes with yellow specks like lightning scattered through. Lightning that ended up piercing her heart.