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The dishwasher was empty. It was his turn to wash them tonight. I know that. I know I shouldn’t do it myself. I know I should hold out and wait until the morning, reprimanding him and forcing him to do better. I know I won’t do that. I know I’m too weak, too soft spoken. I’ll do them myself. I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow. No I won’t. But it’s nice to dream.
» Posted By Opal On 01.08.2019 @ 6:15 pm
It was very swift, the falling of the snow. They were like little ice crystals landing softly on my tongue and melting into little puddles of cold. I loved the snow. It reminded me of her. She loved to skate. Every winter she would head to the pond and see if it’d frozen over. If it had she would put on her pink skates and dance on the ice like a ballerina. She was perfect.
» Posted By Opal On 12.29.2018 @ 9:06 am
how do you get from one place to another in your thinking? it is important to think things through, where you are, where you are going. what influences your decisions. Does God play a role in your life? if not, why or why not?
» Posted By opal On 04.25.2014 @ 11:47 am
the biggest feeling of the human perspective . I kind of do everything in this fasion. Heartfelt is where our world needs to go, heartfelt in concerns to others, instead of being so me, all the time.
» Posted By opal On 04.24.2014 @ 12:13 pm
his lips couldn’t quite make out what was going on in his brain. words jumbled up in bits and pieces. he felt anger and rage, scorn and hate rise within his very soul. How could he do anything but let it escape from the bridge, easily known as the surface things, that hold in his being.
» Posted By Opal On 04.23.2012 @ 3:08 pm
it was. it was locked, the door to the tower was locked, and that was all. no guards no checkpoints, nothing but the one lock and the rusty fence outside, and kai didn’t know what more to do but follow her mother down the empty dusty hallway and hope something of promise would follow.
» Posted By opal On 03.18.2009 @ 12:45 pm
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She sneezed, although she wasn’t sure why. Was it the air? The trees? The perfume of the lady on the bus next to her? It didn’t matter.
He looked at her, his blue eyes smiling even though his face wasn’t. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders, letting him know it was nothing. She loved him, and he’s never spoken to her.
» Posted By Opal On 08.26.2009 @ 7:16 am