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I feel in it my bones. That old familiar ache. A cross I wore to splinters. Bearing my soul to listless ears. To empty hands. What I’d give for an empty mind.
» Posted By Loren On 09.13.2017 @ 8:01 pm
She looked down, hiding the tears in her eyes. “I thought we had forever. I thought we had an abundant amount of time. I never thought that he could be leaving me so soon.”
An arm wound around her shoulders and slowly led her away. Then slowly lowered her into the car. She finally looked up as they drove away, tears scattered down her cheeks. Her hand reached out, stopped by the glass and she stared at his name on the stone.
» Posted By Loren On 04.28.2016 @ 5:07 pm
Is it possible for this to explain a relationship? Like your time, your affection, is merely rented for the mirrored image?
» Posted By Loren On 01.05.2015 @ 2:13 pm
There was something about this place that rubbed him the wrong way. It should have been calming the wide open grass the ruined houses further up were almost picturesque. He walked down the worn road passing by an empty playground, a rusted bike’s wheel spun lazily in a circle. It’s squeaking was rhythmic and echoed loudly in the silence. There was no wind
» Posted By Loren On 10.30.2014 @ 1:49 pm
this is a nice site.
» Posted By Loren On 10.28.2014 @ 9:25 pm
Amy wanted to go, really she did. Ok that was a lie. she didn’t want to go. she really really didn’t want to go. She’d take the apocolypse over this trip. Hell she’d take a visit to the dentist over this! she paced as best she could whie keeping her spot in line. It shuffled forward suddenly and she felt her heart drop to her stomach.
» Posted By Loren On 10.28.2014 @ 9:24 pm
you just parachuted your way into my heart, he said, is that even a word, parachuted? it’s cheesy but it was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever told her. and she loves him anyway so, what the heck, she’ll take what she can get.
» Posted By Loren On 10.14.2013 @ 4:44 am
“Mom, sometimes I just feel like you’re not listening to what I’m saying…”
“No. I listen. I always listen.” She interrupted.
“I feel like you don’t care about me when you..”
“I care! You don’t feel that way. That’s not how it is!” She but in yet again.
“How can you tell me how I feel,” I try to explain “You don’t know what it is that I’m feeling and you won’t even listen when I try to tell you.”
» Posted By Loren On 09.29.2013 @ 4:09 pm
doors open, doors close. not everyone makes the best out of their chances but junmyeon tries. he says yes, always says yes because that way, he gets to try everything, gets to explore his persona, gets to test his limits.
» Posted By Loren On 07.21.2013 @ 9:46 am
they go inside in pairs, hands entwined and hoping for the best. they go out separated, looking forlorn and disgusted, staring at their hands, wishing unspeakable things. they were told that they were broken, impossible to fix. they were mislead. now, they’re irreversible shattered.
» Posted By Loren On 06.18.2013 @ 5:09 am
Rounded, it was speckled with wisdom and patience, having waited years for this man’s caress. So much time spent alone had finally come to this point, a point in which all logic and reason crumbled into pure, wordless emotion. He touched her shoulder with the utmost grace, a touch that could not possibly be mistaken for anything other than unconditional love.
» Posted By Loren On 05.15.2013 @ 7:56 am
I could smell the beer on your breath as you slurred the words I have been dying to hear, but does it matter? Does it mean anything if you can’t say it sober. Tell me you love me. And goddamn it, mean it.
» Posted By Loren On 05.07.2013 @ 9:08 pm
I never thought I’d be allowed to clasp her hand like this. Not ever. She was too good for me, in all honesty. I reached out and slid my hand into hers, sighing in contentment as our skin brushed. A small smile played across her lips, and a laugh escaped mine.
» Posted By Loren On 04.28.2013 @ 5:32 am
The cities past my window shown bright, but not as bright as your eyes. I told you I’d never leave.
» Posted By Loren On 03.18.2013 @ 12:07 am
The cities look small this high up the mountain. They’re mere dots of light scattered about a plane of darkness. There’s nothing of the excitement and the thrill of the night life. There’s only a steady hum of heavy silence, as if something is waiting, waiting, waiting at the borders for a chance to pounce.
» Posted By Loren On 03.17.2013 @ 9:19 pm
The last notes lingered in the air and everyone was speechless, admiring the beauty that they just heard. There was a moment when no one spoke, and it was as if everyone was stuck in their minds, without a care for anything else. That’s why when it happened, they didn’t even get to throw their hands over their heads.
Before they knew it, the orchestra was blasted to pieces.
» Posted By Loren On 03.15.2013 @ 2:20 am
The terrain is slippery, but he manages. He has to find her. He has to. He has to or else he won’t ever get to see her again. She’ll be in the darkness and there won’t be any way to reach her because the stories aren’t true. True love won’t be the solution because this isn’t just a problem. It’s a trap.
» Posted By Loren On 03.10.2013 @ 12:28 am
He knew it was only a matter of time. He tried to resist it, he really did, but in the end, he only did what everyone already expected him to do. He returned to a life of danger and ever-present threat against all that matters to him, just for the sake of being with him who he loves.
» Posted By Loren On 03.08.2013 @ 3:14 am
Signals are often misread. No matter how much we think it’s enough, some people manage to get us wrong, manage to turn the whole thing around and make things look bad. It’s irritating and we’re long-suffering, but there’s nothing we can about it except to live with it.
» Posted By Loren On 03.06.2013 @ 6:19 pm
His features show that he’s shaken by the incident. He can’t hide it, not when his mother died. He can’t find any logical excuses for this. He can’t cover it up anymore. He’s vulnerable now, and grieving.
» Posted By Loren On 02.01.2013 @ 4:42 am
His heart swelled with pride when he saw his son waiting for his bride by the altar. He doesn’t always show it, but he’s proud. Every remark about his decisions were made out of pure worry. He did it all out of love.
» Posted By Loren On 01.31.2013 @ 5:29 am
He babies them. He knows that they’re all grown men and he knows that the others hate it when he does it, but he can’t help it. They were forced to mature too early in their lives. He has a right to baby them, he always says.
» Posted By Loren On 01.30.2013 @ 5:17 am
The visitor is mysterious, there’s no doubt about that, but that mystery that shrouds him is inviting, as if openly asking everyone, come, get to know me, I want you here beside me. It’s disconcerting, and everyone is visibly ruffled, trying to resist the visitor’s distinct aura.
» Posted By Loren On 01.28.2013 @ 11:30 pm
The room is cool. It’s enough to send shivers up his spine and make him want to wrap his arms around himself, but he ignores these urges and he faces the captain.
» Posted By Loren On 01.27.2013 @ 6:29 pm
When his father asks him to speak his mind, he feels a surge of anger rise in him. He hates the feeling, and he wouldn’t even deny it if someone asks him.
» Posted By Loren On 01.27.2013 @ 4:05 am
He went ahead the rest of the team, leading their way into the shadows of the cave, prodding at the ground in front of him and peering at the ceiling, looking for anything that had the potential to hurt his crew. He didn’t want any casualties, especially not when his First Officer was with him.
» Posted By Loren On 01.26.2013 @ 5:48 am
It’s every mother’s responsibility to see to her own child. She has to take care of him, be a constant reminder of the world outside and of the home ready at the end of the day. It seems so easy, when you look at it from the outside, but really, it’s the hardest thing–making decisions and pushing the way to a good life–but it’s also the most fulfilling thing in the world, so much that it doesn’t even even like a duty anymore.
» Posted By Loren On 01.24.2013 @ 4:46 pm
His voice is musical, tingling in the air and into everyone’s ears pleasantly. He has captured everyone’s attention, even some’s hearts, and he knows this. He knows the effect he has on people. He knows what his voice does, what it makes others feel. He knows, and he uses it to his advantage, relishing in their attention and admiration, raking in their compliments and feeding his needy soul its daily meal.
» Posted By Loren On 01.24.2013 @ 1:29 am
Nobody really knows what’s reality anymore. Everything is known by how it’s perceived. A woman can be thought of as wretched and unfaithful just because she’s liberated, but in truth, she’s the most loyal lass in the land. Nobody really knows what’s reality anymore, but we manage and we just accept how things go, because there really isn’t anything we can do about it.
» Posted By Loren On 01.23.2013 @ 4:51 am
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He visits at the break of dawn, taking one look at the still, sleeping bodies and peeking into their dreams, drowning himself in the emotions and the chaos until he’s spinning into the brightness of the sun’s first rays.
» Posted By Loren On 01.22.2013 @ 5:31 am