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she’d only be walking for about five minutes until she stumbled across the railway tracks. literally stumbled – they were covered in grass and wildflowers and she’d missed the slightly rusted metal until she felt herself falling
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 06.08.2015 @ 12:21 pm
stark white walls and a small window at the end. white ceiling, white floor. white everywhere. this was the new version, the updated version, the version that would show everyone just how modern they were. she didn’t like it.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 03.28.2015 @ 5:54 pm
It’s the joys of modern-day romance she told herself, a smile blooming on her face as she saw his name pop up at the top of the screen.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 03.28.2015 @ 3:50 pm
She was wild and she was fierce and she was American. She wanted to be in America. So we wrote love songs to each other on opposing sides of the Atlantic in the hope that they could somehow take us with them.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 03.22.2015 @ 6:04 pm
Lips and tongues and teeth and sweat and hands dragging through silken hair and the buzz and the thrill of me and you.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 02.24.2015 @ 3:33 pm
The space between them had been divided up and sectioned, square upon square of metred tarmac and red and white tape.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.29.2015 @ 9:24 am
She wouldn’t let herself wallow in her room. This wasn’t her fault, she had done nothing to deserve feeling like this. It was time she actually started believing that for once.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.17.2015 @ 3:59 am
High above the rooftops she soared, circling and circling until she was dizzy with joy. She dove and swooped and danced, and then floated along, happy to have finally found her flight.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.09.2015 @ 1:37 pm
She was happy for the first time when the bells tolled. Year upon year of disappointments and waiting by the phone and fake smiles were washed away by this new beginning. Maybe this was mercy. Maybe she had just had to claim it for herself all along.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.01.2015 @ 9:52 am
He wasn’t meant to stay. He was meant to come to the flat to see the new sofas that was it. He wasn’t meant to sit there for hours as I made him first a coffee, and then offered him a beer and then another one and another one, and we most definitely weren’t meant to wake up in the living room together the morning after his visit.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 10.29.2014 @ 3:38 am
She stood at a window five floors up from the busy street. She watched as the people below her scurried in and out of buildings and taxis, ants with their heads down, getting their jobs done.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.04.2014 @ 10:25 am
She hadn’t used it, in fact she was disgusted by the idea of even taking it out of the wrapper, but this was her job, and she had to sell it. She had to lie.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 11.24.2013 @ 8:43 am
It was a blinding light, so bright that her eyes started to water. The camera fixed in on her, tracking her pupil as it shrank in on itself.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 11.22.2013 @ 2:08 pm
she started to get a picture of his life from his fragmented texts, the way he would send an apparently random question which actually would lead to a tale from three years ago, a memory that was sparked by the thought of her
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 03.11.2013 @ 11:54 am
When it came down to it, no matter how much he begged, how much he pleaded, there was nothing he could really do anymore. Today was the day they would officially decide his sentence, whether it be for good or for bad, but really it had been decided weeks ago, when they had first lay eyes on him across the makeshift courtroom that he was sat in today, shivering as he mourned his future.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 03.01.2013 @ 8:46 am
She was always tired, but quietly tired, not exhausted enough to just sink into bed and sleep, but enough so that her day blurred around the edges and she could never remember who she talked to at lunch.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 02.18.2013 @ 3:09 am
I can’t even find sanctity in my room anymore because memories permeate everything and I need a chance to get out and escape and discover new places that I will feel safe and whole and not alone.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 02.15.2013 @ 9:43 am
I have lived in a flat all of my life
I have been surrounded by people who I recognise but never get to know
I hear their fights, hear them laughing, hear them stumbling home drunk at three in the morning
It’s reassuring in a way
I can be on my own but there’s always someone nearby
even if I never talk to them and never will
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 02.14.2013 @ 4:11 am
The raft was getting tossed about in the storm, like a child’s ragdoll being thrown up into the air again and again. Caught in the swell of the waves all they could do was hold onto each other and the ropes and wait until it was over.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.31.2013 @ 9:32 am
The way he looked at her with so little emotion was actually pretty terrifying, considering everything. The day before he had been a wreck, tears streaming, dripping from every crease of his scrunched up face. But now he was just looking at her coolly, as if yesterday hadn’t even happened.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.28.2013 @ 9:58 am
I want to speak to you. I want to talk about everything like we used to, I want to know how you’re doing, what you’re thinking, what’s going on. I miss that, I miss our conversations.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.27.2013 @ 10:19 am
she wanted it to be real. she didn’t want to hide her emotion, but she didn’t want to force any emotion either. sometimes she felt happy, sometimes she felt sad. there were moments when she thought she was completely free of that sadness, of the feeling that something was missing, but otherwise it was like a wave crashing down on her. but at least she was going to stop pretending.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.23.2013 @ 9:09 am
She moved through the fair looking for the caravan that had been described to her. You’ll know it when you see it they had said. She knew they were right. There was no way you could mistake something like that, something that had been built for the sole purpose of destroying treasured posessions.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.20.2013 @ 5:17 am
There was a ticking sound in his head, counting down to God-knows what. It could be anything really, it felt like all he did these days was wait, wait and think about everything that he was waiting for, and then wait some more.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.19.2013 @ 10:58 am
According to pretty much everyone, it seems that I have a choice. I can wallow in the past, ask the same frustrated questions time after time, relive every single memory I have with him, replay our last conversations. Or I can accept it, put it to one side and move on. I know what I want to do, but it isn’t a matter of choice. I have no control over my mind at the moment.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.18.2013 @ 9:52 am
In one sweeping movement she knocked everything off the kitchen counter and onto the floor. The pasta went everywhere, rolling underneath the table and into the little cracks beneath the cupboard, and the sauce jar exploded on the tiles. It looked like there had been some mini – but extreme – food fight.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.17.2013 @ 10:39 am
He was tall, not big as such, but he was a definite presence, and she shied away from that, sliding her eyes down to the floor as he walked past. He made her feel small, like one of the china dolls up in the cabinet, delicate and breakable at the slightest fall.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.16.2013 @ 10:24 am
The amount of things I thought about saying in the few seconds after passing you as we got off the bus. But I couldn’t speak when I saw you and you were so close but far away and I want to, need to, talk to you about everything but I couldn’t.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.14.2013 @ 1:40 pm
She woke up slowly, stretching her arms up towards the ceiling until they cracked and lazily kicking her blankets away from her legs. She yawned as she sat up, tilting her head to the side to get rid of the crick in her neck, and it was as she reached for her glasses that she saw it, the note held ever so carefully in place by the glass of water.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.03.2013 @ 12:17 pm
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short and sweet texts after days of feeling forgotten, a postcard dropping through the letterbox, your light off in the bedroom. it amounts to a lot.
» Posted By lightthisfuse On 01.02.2013 @ 1:26 pm