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“I’m entitled to that.”
She was distinctly unimpressed. “No. You’re not.”
He glared. “I want it and I will have it. It’s mine by right.”
She sighed. How many times had this scenario played out? Too many to count, that was for sure. And every time, there was the same outcome. Him getting what he wanted, and she scolded for not giving him his ‘due’.
This time though, she’d had enough.
» Posted By Rai On 08.10.2014 @ 1:45 am
He looked at her, unimpressed.
She stared back defiantly.
For many moments, the impasse continued, both participants stubborn and unwavering. She started to scowl, fire burning in her verdigris orbs, fists clenching at her side. He glared back, dark optics set in a determined expression. The wind began to pick up, swirling around the two with strong breezes that tugged on their hair and clothes.
“Let me go.” The words came out stronger than she intended, a fierce edge to her voice.
His face could have been carved from stone for all it moved. “No.”
“Why not?” She was yelling now, her passionate words heard even over the now howling wind. “Why can’t I? I’m strong enough now, I have been for years. All this time I’ve stayed here, all this time you’ve refused to let me go, all this time I’ve listened to you because you were right! I can go now. It’s over. There’s not much danger anymore. I want-” she broke off, almost sobbing. “I want to see the world. I want to experience freedom. It’s time for me to venture out.”
For a split second, his carefully guarded mask slipped and a flash of pain flickered across his face. He looked away, running a tired hand over his eyes. “I knew this day would come.” His voice was soft, full of unnamable emotion and bone-deap weariness, yet still heard over the gales. “I knew that one day, you’d stand in front of me, full of fire and passion, and ask to venture out. I knew that one day, you’d be right to ask for this, that you have met every one of my requirements. And I knew that one day, I would have to give my final reply.”
He met her eyes with his own, exhaustion and agony warring over his normally impassive face.
“I knew that one day – today – I would have to shatter your dreams.”
“You can’t go.”
» Posted By Rai On 07.26.2014 @ 3:46 am
The winds howled around her, wreathing her figure in a shimmering maelstrom of icy silver rain. Blades of air sharpened by the force of their movement tore at her dress, the flimsy fabric long since soaked through yet still billowing around her legs in an imitation of soft silk. The cold had seeped into her very bones, her skin as numb and frigid as the pale alabaster appearance, and shaking hands clasped a sodden cloak close to her breast in a futile attempt to retain heat in the heart of this storm.
A stray verdigris lock, almost obsidian in the night, blew across her face from the harsh wind. She paid it no mind, studiously ignoring it as she did everything else. Grey-green eyes were firmly trained upon the flush of gold creeping across the horizon, visible even beyond the thick grey of thunderclouds. Slowly, softly, the storm petered out as the heavens stopped weeping but for a continuous curtain of misty rain.
A second, two, minutes, hours passed as the sun steadily rose, dominating the sky with it’s bloodied gaze, till the inevitable came true. Day had broken with a red light. She stared forwards, unseeing, with empty eyes. Frozen lips barely moved, breathing but one sound.
A last flash of lightning lit up the heavens, thunder roaring it’s defiance as the last of the tempest faded away. In it’s wake, a clear sky paved the way for a dance of dawn. The sunrise was truly magnificent – vivid splashes of orange and pink, of infinite blues and streaks of violet – all encompassing a vermillion sun, yet she did not see.
She could see nothing through tear-blurred eyes.
» Posted By Rai On 07.24.2014 @ 1:11 am
I value many things. I value my life, I value my freedom, I value my family and friends. But I think, the one thing more valuable than any other to me, is my perception of the world. It is what defines me what makes me me; it is what lets me discern issues of morality, and to navigate the webs of truth and lies. In a world where language is far too crude to define anything, perception is the one thing that lets me know justice and grace, forgiveness and joy, beauty and love.
Is it no wonder that I value perception so?
» Posted By Rai On 03.21.2014 @ 12:31 am
My mind is active even in sleep. To wake up is merely the decision of whether to open my eyes; no cloud of sleep fog misting my consciousness. Perhaps it is for this reason that I do not dream, even as half imagined images of rose tinted clouds and a shimmering garden of sunlight dance through my thoughts. I wonder, with a deep seated longing bruising my heart, if dreams were really as pleasant as the images I conjure up.
Perhaps, I think, an active mind is not always necessarily a good thing.
» Posted By Rai On 03.19.2014 @ 11:40 pm
Genuine gratitude goes so much further than what a person would expect. A quiet ‘thank you’ or a simple grateful smile warms the heart and lifts the spirits more so than any amount of false pride or forced praise can. Yet in our current society, a word of thanks is so ingrained and instinctive that it becomes unfeeling, an expected thing in a conformist world. If even acknowledgement and appreciation becomes meaningless, how much longer do we have until social interaction become as scripted and predictable as this?
Or are we already there?
» Posted By Rai On 03.18.2014 @ 10:10 pm
The forefront of my mind is a dangerous place to be. Thoughts unhindered and unedited by politeness or circumstance exist there, only to be filtered by the barrier that is voiced speech. What I am constantly thinking, what I know and want, it is all on the top of my brain. Perhaps it is a good thing not even half of what goes on in there sees the light of day. Or maybe, it is because of that that humanity is like is is, so prone to misdirection and lies.
» Posted By Rai On 03.17.2014 @ 10:23 pm
She gazed at me with eyes devoid of emotion, picturesque statuesque perfection in her wreath of roses and sharp thorns.
» Posted By Rai On 12.16.2013 @ 5:40 am
Wilting is difficult word, I don’t know it meaning, but my passion about writing is increasing day by day and one I’ll become a professsional writer. Recently I found of meaning this word in dictionary, it’s meaning weak. Therefore, weak related to any cate
» Posted By rai On 08.31.2013 @ 8:16 pm
Life is a collage of moments held together by whatever glue we spit out. Sometimes it all holds and creates a perfect picture. Most times it’s just gooey mess.
» Posted By Rai On 06.06.2013 @ 2:29 am
Barren lands spread out like a blanket over the earth. There was nothing in sight for miles and miles around. It seems that was as lost as anybody could be and I didn’t know where to start walking towards because every direction felt the same.
» Posted By Rai On 05.31.2013 @ 8:17 pm
the place where it all begins
the place where it all grows
it is also the place where it all ends
the farmer tills forever.
» Posted By rai On 12.29.2012 @ 5:10 am
They are big buildings. they tend to be taller than an average person. people often climb towers, yesterday we remember 9/11. it was a time in US history that will never be forgotten. the twin towers are gone
» Posted By rai On 09.11.2012 @ 11:20 pm
It would be a miracle if you we could be together. If I could learn to love myself enough to fully love you. If you could learn to be more understanding. If we could communicate and work together. Together. You, Me, I, Us, You, We. Together a miracle.
» Posted By Rai On 09.03.2012 @ 9:15 pm
She was dense. She was stupid and dense. And dumb. And all around thick. But she herself was very thin. Thin but dense. Intense. Quite selfish. Thick. Speckled with negativity like street trash. No treasure. Freckles. Garbage cans over flowing and no baggage claim. Baggage blame. Your zipper’s undone, your zipper broke. Nope. Joke. Hoax. Folks, …
» Posted By rai On 09.28.2011 @ 9:40 pm
i cannot resist u at this time in my life but what is it 2 really resist in this time of need 4 every1 around the world. can any1 really avoid 2 resist.
» Posted By rai On 09.19.2009 @ 3:02 pm
Being held always seems that there is safety…. and who is the actual giver of safety? The Lord…. and we are held in His hands. This is so peace giving because we don’t have to worry because we are held
» Posted By rai On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
I’ve always wondered if asking a question is a good thing. I mean, no one really wants to answer them, right? And people always say there’s no such thing as a stupid question. But apparently there is, cuz people always make silly remarks back. I want to ask you… Are there stupid questions or only stupid people. So yeah… Asking things is a very touchy subject.
» Posted By Rai On 08.17.2008 @ 8:36 pm
carrying my heart on a silver platter
nothing will change
(nothing will be the same)
carrying my soul on a silver platter
» Posted By rai On 12.22.2009 @ 7:48 pm
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the sadness that eats my heart
I remember you;
your smiles and your laughter
» Posted By rai On 12.22.2009 @ 6:37 pm