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thirst

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?

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 10.24.2014 @ 7:56 pm

amused

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.”

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 10.13.2014 @ 6:53 am

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.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 10.12.2014 @ 6:44 pm

frazzled

She felt frazzled by the sudden change of events. That’s what her mother would call it anyway. Frazzled. She, herself, felt that a more appropriate description of her current emotional state would be “scared shitless.”

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 07.14.2014 @ 2:29 pm

wilderness

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.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 05.12.2014 @ 11:08 am

reminded

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.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 05.02.2014 @ 7:33 pm

joyful

The issue was that she was so fucking joyful about it. She didn’t want help or for anyone to swoop in and fix the situation, she just wanted to smile and brush it off like it was all okay. It wasn’t though, it was horrible and that bothered me. Because it wasn’t technically MY problem, though, I could do nothing to fix it without her wanting me to. So I let her sit there, content and secure in her mess of a life, while I sat in silence.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 05.01.2014 @ 4:06 pm

buyer

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.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 12.26.2013 @ 4:49 pm

beforehand

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 loved and lost and all that shit. I’m still not sure it was worth all this fucking pain.
(wow sorry for all of the swearing… I’m working on a thing and it just felt right in this scenario.)

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 12.25.2013 @ 9:36 am

geometric

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 tornado and landing me in the worst kinds of trouble. I both loved and hated it with all of my being. Nearly as passionately as I felt about her.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 12.04.2013 @ 6:22 pm

sensible

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.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 11.02.2013 @ 7:41 am

flee

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.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 10.21.2013 @ 4:12 pm

stamped

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.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 10.14.2013 @ 5:38 pm

parachute

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.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 10.13.2013 @ 9:11 pm

footage

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, passed out after a long day at work?

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 08.25.2013 @ 3:29 pm

simplify

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. Let’s go on an adventure.”

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 05.08.2013 @ 3:34 pm

credibility

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.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 05.05.2013 @ 7:29 am

rating

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 taste in her mouth and a chill which soaked straight through to her bones.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 05.04.2013 @ 11:11 am

timeline

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.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 05.03.2013 @ 11:12 am

ensue

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.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 04.30.2013 @ 4:44 pm

enemies

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?

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 04.29.2013 @ 3:38 pm

clasp

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 can’t stop to skate with Micheal today
He is going to visit Rosie
To see if she wants to ride bikes

He is Eighteen years old
He walks into the Chem lab with a bouquet of daisies clasped in his clammy hands
He can’t stop to joke with Andrew today
He is going to visit Rosie
To ask her to prom

He is Twenty three years old
He walks into the restaurant with an arrangement of tulips clasped in his shaking hands
He can’t stop to have a drink with Steve today
He is going to visit Rosie
To ask her a question

He is Fifty three years old
He walks into the hospital with a nosegay of lilies clasped in his wringing hands
He can’t stop to visit Chuck today
He is going to visit Rosie
To help her feel better

He is Seventy six years old
He walks down the path with a single rose clasped in his arthritic hands
He can’t stop to sit with Al today
He is going to visit Rosie.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 04.27.2013 @ 6:07 pm

bowling

I turn towards the lane and look ahead. I have no idea what I’m doing. All I know is that, somehow, this is normal. I’m supposed to just bowl. Like I’ve done it before.Like it matters that for the first time in my life I’ve been taken out bowling. I don’t tell Jeff or Anne that I’ve never done it before. It’s something every kid knows how to do. Other families I’ve stayed with never bothered to take me so I suppose that it would be okay to just tell them that I don’t know how but I can’t. I just want to fit in here. I just want to belong.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 04.25.2013 @ 5:37 pm

planter

The planter sits in the window and brightens up the day of the people who pass by, it’s sides overrun by a new beautiful decoration each season to distract travelers from their earthly woes.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 04.24.2013 @ 1:33 pm

café

I sit in the middle of the cafe and watch you from behind a cup of coffee. I don’t really like coffee. Or cafes. All I know is that I kept coming to this spot and I didn’t know why until I finally realized what it was that kept bringing me back. You; the beautiful boy behind the counter with the bright green eyes and the blue nametag.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 04.22.2013 @ 11:55 am

burrow

I burrow down and look inside of myself. Not talking, not thinking, just listening to my own thoughts. If I do not listen to myself, I will surely be lost in this horrible, intriguing world that has swallowed so many up.

» Posted By Foshizzlebeth On 04.21.2013 @ 7:40 am

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