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The shadow crooked a finger at him, but he could not move. He hated where he stood, hated it with all his being, but he was too frightened to follow the beckoning figure.
By mrsmig URL on 08.13.2013
I feel God beckoning me. Like a groom beckons his bride. Summoning me to His inner chamber. Calling out my name with his delicate, yet fierce voice. And I come. Because I find myself in love.
By Colonia Chevere on 08.13.2013
His eyes were beckoning me back to his lair. They always changed colors from a gorgeous blue to a smokey grey when he was in this kind of mood. And as always….I was unable to resist them……
By Boo URL on 08.13.2013
She kept beckoning to herself, as always, She had this stupid habit ever since she was young and yes, beckoning can be a habit and in her case a very bad habit. She couldn’t help it at all.
By Santana on 08.13.2013
Calling. From the past. Come back. Remember. Urgently calling, reminding, pulling you back even though you only want to go forward, to escape, to leave. There is good in the past- don’t forget. Remember who you are. Remember why you left.
By Renee on 08.13.2013
It usually came in the morning. Just after sunrise, when sleep itself began to stir from slumber. John knew what lay just beyond opening his eyes. He knew because it woke him up the same time and
By Soft URL on 08.13.2013
crooking her finger and tilting her head toward the open field, she was letting me know that what I had imagined was about to come true!
By Lee URL on 08.13.2013
Finally, the oppportunity beckoned. It was not exactly what I wanted. but not exactly what I didn’t want either. so I decided to go for it. and i am glad I did. for when the beckoning came to light, it opened a world never before seen to me.
By vaisakh URL on 08.13.2013
And there she stood, somehow part of the crowd yet above it. She waved no glass, she chanted no words or songs. Yet every word from the crowd, every feeling, tied back into her, flowed through her, amplified and magnified, yet simplified to purest feeling and emotion. She was not a woman so much as she was the very cause, the reason they were here. And though she said nothing, sang nothing, did nothing, her very presence was the beckoning that brought the others on.
Could it be, she thought, standing at the window. The brewer herself is here?
By Anthony StClair URL on 08.13.2013
The height of the old growth trees was becoming me, leading my eyes up and up to the heavens. The possibilities were overwhelming…and I prayed. Because what else was there to do?
By Another-Mom URL on 08.13.2013
The height of the old growth trees was beckoning me, leading my eyes up and up to the heavens. The possibilities were overwhelming…and I prayed. Because what else was there to do?
The ghostly figure once again appeared at the foot of the bed. Green jumper, brown bearded face and transparency in appearance. “Come with me!”he beckoned.
By Rayoflight URL on 08.13.2013
I saw his beckoning lips drawing close to mine, they looked moist and insanely kissable. I was leaning in as well now, parting my damp lips slightly so that he could enter with ease, and so he did pressing onto my burning mouth with force and so much passion,… I groaned against him, feeling his tongue conducting a through oral exploration inside my mouth
By AW23 URL on 08.13.2013
I stood in the cold wind, clutching my thin woolen shawl across my chest, shivering so hard my teeth chattered audibly and beckoning to the child cowering in the street before me.
By Lily on 08.13.2013
His eyes said it, but she would not dare obey. She had surrendered too many nights in his dark embrace.
By DBBB on 08.13.2013
His eyes beckoned, greedily. And for the first time, she refused. She had writhed far too many nights in that steely embrace.
By WantonWaddler URL on 08.13.2013
The king summoned me to his chambers. I had no inkling of what the reason might be. Had I glanced askance at one of his daughters? Did I forget to pay the right amount of taxes this year? My mind raced as I walked down the cobblestone street up to the palace gates. I had only been here once before, long ago when I was a child.
By Evan Ward on 08.13.2013
As mother spoke to me contently, I tried to listen and keep my nervous eyes focused on hers. But my mind kept wandering to what I had seen a few moments ago. I had been staring at him, utterly amazed at the beauty of his eyes. When he had looked up at me, I could see the reflection of my blushing face in those wide blue eyes of his. He had smiled and even managed a laugh. But then I had felt a sort of pang in my heart, like a change in my soul, that made me want to see his smile more. And well, his eyes too.
By Annee on 08.13.2013
AHH! Don’t tell them that we are here. I could only get away for one moment. But I saw the look in your eyes, I saw you wave for me. I could not say no, but I do not think they will let me say yes.
I digress. Here I am. I am yours, use me as you need me. Whether as an instrument of death or a tool for some greater purpose.
We will fly far above the accolades into a place where neither time nor space can drive us apart. Who are we? Who are YOU. I think that really is the better question. Who are you to come calling?
By haywirehay URL on 08.13.2013
the still small
tells me love is blind
the beckoning of his
makes me change my mind
By katiekieran URL on 08.13.2013
I saw him from across the room
He looked at me and his eyes drew me in and across the floor.
Would I allow myself to be caught in that web again?
I took a right turn and went into the bathroom.
By Mama Carden on 08.13.2013
OK, so I am just about to reach a milestone. I can’t believe where all the past 39 years have gone. It’s half a lifetime really. Yes, my 40th is beckoning and I am bracing myself for the next exciting part of my life…
By KerryB URL on 08.13.2013
His finger crooked inwards, beckoning us forward, hypnotized. Lambs to the slaughter. What a sadistic fucking shepard.
By darseyrsm URL on 08.13.2013
He crooks his finger inwards, beckoning us forward. Hypnotized. Lambs to the slaughter. What a sadistic fcking shepard.
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