I Want You To Write A 15 Word Story Stories of Experiences (Page 40)

Alone with Elizabeth in her kitchen.
We talk, her dilated pupils screaming encouragement.
Damn! Damn!

The mirror fell

CRASH!

The sharp broken shards

Lay there

Reminding her

Of broken dreams

When I am tired and weary, you make me want to go on and on.

He tossed the match and watched the bridge burn. He didn't much like that bridge.

I have a huge crush on this guy and I'm scared to talk to him.

Walking home, Elizabeth and Annabel are ahead.
Elizabeth's breeze blown hair aces Annabel's exquisite derriere.

Red,passion,blue sadness and despair,black,darkness and white,hope for a better day.

I spotted my severed leg, across the street. Stood upright like a blood-soaked Wellington boot.

My conviction that Elizabeth feels the way I do lies roughly between certainty and despair.

My lovelywings see the beautiful sunset tonight. And remember that you belong to me now. '-)

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I will only love you. You are my other half. You are my soul mate.

Sister I've found you at last. I'll not let you go back to the past.

A book or a day are brothers. A day or a page at a time.

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Elizabeth and Stephan return from some celebration.
Murmurs of love.
Jealous rage ravages my insomnia.

I feel connected to you in a way that I have not felt for anyone.

He’d found the treasure, rescued the girl and defeated his enemy. A good days work!

I knock, returning books to Rosemary.
Elizabeth, flustered, drops a carton of butter.
She's adorable.

It's all in our eyes and the way we secretly steal glances at one another..

Ah! Endless volumes replete with adventures: this way I live a million and one lives.

There is a girl
She is different than others
But that's ok with her