Part Three - Chapter Twenty-Seven
In midspringtime, 1947, Bobby was four, Jimmy was two. I began to dream about having a Tochter (daughter). I had never given that dream up entirely. She would be a little girl, looking just like me - blonde hair and those...
The clock stops at a halt right on twelve, rewinds, and begins to tick again.
How far back do we go? How many times do we repeat ourselves? How many times does the clock strike twelve and return back to the beginning?
I suppose the clock is the beginning and end of time...
Part Three - Chapter Twenty-Eight
Night before last, John had picked up Bobby and Jimmy and taken them home with him to Philadelphia for a couple of days. The boys treated it as an adventure of sorts, and I let them believe it was.
The house was quiet. It was...
Part Three - Chapter Thirty
It took me several months - but I finally accepted the coda of the doctor's pronouncement of "no more children" - unless adopted. And it wasn't necessary to go that far - I had my sons to raise.
Besides, when the doctor offered...
and it got handed back in class with a comment saying I should take a creative writing course, so I thought, since I'm bored as hell, I might as well show people and see what they think of my crazy brain's thoughts.
Old, gray paint chipped off of the once beautiful country...
It started in a classroom filled with thirty children. He was the odd one out because he was constantly staring at me. And smiling. Every time i looked over at his desk he used to lower his head and look at me grinning widely .And he did not take his eyes off. So what he did was...
I used to write when I was younger and had more time on my hands. This is something that I wrote and shared with my girlfriend long before she became my wife:Do what's right.PLEASE do what is in your best interest.DON'T stay because of me.GO.I will always love you.
How do you...
I awake in the dark
no breath, no heartbeat
just the absence of you.
I wander the house
where did you go?
I know what I need to do.
I’ll go after him
and see for myself
just this once......
what pulls him away from...
Part Three - Chapter Forty-Four
The kindergarten teacher had it "in" for Bobby the rest of the year - and that was a mild irritant. Every time there was classroom misbehavior, unless two girls were involved, she suspected Bobby - even if he had nothing to do...
If I am just a little room to you,
Then wipe your feet.
Take off your shoes..
As a matter of fact,
I want to get prints
on every corner you've preyed.
If you are a predator;
Tell me why I have to be afraid of a Hummingbird with a...
I can remember it as if it were yesterday. The thought of the-- incident-- even now makes my blood run cold, as if a thousand cold invisible fingers running over my body. This old diner that smells of old grease and staleness also reminds me of another like it in my past. Believe...
The wind blows gently, caressing the tiny waves that crash softly against the shore. The lake spreading out like a map of the sky, all the stars and moon reflected in the water below, the water cool and deep. Reeds rustle in the breeze and frogs croak in tune to the beat...
Part Three - Chapter Thirty-Seven
That would have been the end of the matter - save for a conversation with Robert later in private - except for one thing.
The "Cry Room" was equipped with a two-way speaker system, with an on/off switch. Anything said when...
Which it is I have to lose
I distinctly recall dreaming
The very instant before sleeping
How many moons more?
I can feel it
I can hear you
I know you're trying
I feel it within the impossible wight
Sitting casually upon my chest...
Every day begins anew with a sound, a breath, a scene.
As if it's the first time you're conscious.
First time you're thinking;
Every day presents a new challenge, a path, a decision.
As if you're an infant making first steps.
First time you're communicating...
Ronny was a frog. Did he like being a frog? No. He didn’t. Ronny always knew he was destined for bigger things, the finer things in life. He yearned for the day when he would be accepted for the truly special frog he really was.
But for now, Ronny was stuck in this stupid swamp...
Part Three - Chapter Forty-Five
Stephanie delivered Christoph's first child - a Tochter (daughter), with the high-sounding name of Michaeline
Rosamond Gotthart - on December 1, 1948 - seven months to the day after the wedding,as some smirkers counted...
Her small hands are clumsy and feet wobbling. She has no grasp of the present, except knowing she cannot hold onto it. Everything is shadows, and everything is meant to entertain her. She giggles, laughs and points in delight, before falling to the ground again and...
If there was an award presented to the most average person in the country, then Dave Morris would be odds on favourite to win. He wasn’t unhappy with his lot, neither was he especially blown away with how his life had turned out either over the last 31 or so years. He was the...
Here are 20 Writing Prompts, you are invited to tackle 'em and share 'em...
1. Pick the person you most want to see in the world right now. Write a monologue or a letter to that person and then continue the story.
2. Write a scene between your parents (living or deceased...
Part Three - Chapter Forty-One
We took a long way around, but eventually we had to pull up in front of the school. When Bobby saw it, he let out a long and loud screech. "You LIED to me. Mommy! I'm not goin' no more to rotten old school!"
Robert reached over...
Faithless,insolvent, a slow incessant burning,
Seductive, involvement, this romance with hurting.
At a distance, honesty and compassion,
truly more listless, living by reaction.
Emptiness is consoling, as misery purposes,
there awaits an unfolding, of vermillion roses.
This will probably make more sense to people that play videogames, nonetheless, I hope whoever reads it finds it a bit humorous :D
Life is a new MMORPG, that is, Massively Multiplayer Online Role-playing Game, on a scale that is larger and more intricate than any other game on...
I like creative writing. In April of 2006, I found myself homeless, and very depressed. I used my writing, research and creative skills, gained from my journalism and library science backgrounds, to find a powerful way to start to visualize a better...
Part Three - Chapter Thirty-Three
Christoph and Stephanie left after Sunday dinner so they could make Philadelphia before it got too late or too dark.
Credit to my brother - he didn't flaunt his lifestyle any further to our kids. Stephanie got the guest room...
There, in the tail of that comma, in that ethereal silent pause between whispered words, we are suspended in a universe of our own making. I pirouette on your full-stop period and leap onto your curvaceous parenthesis. I caress its hard sensuous curve and coax it to unleash...
Ronny was a frog. He knew he was a frog. Did he like being a frog? No. No, he didn’t. Ronny despised being a frog. And he was really close to deciding that he just couldn’t take it anymore.
One of Ronny’s big passions in life was fine dining. He yearned to taste braised...
Part Three - Chapter Thirty-Eight
I was never so grateful to see an end to a wedding as I was that day in July. The church, due to the delay in the "show"that was given for amusement
by my children and the usual length of a Catholic mass, was an oven by the...
The one who writes for necessity
obligation, vocation or vanity.
The one who disappears giving chance
to the text to stand out.
The one who is a Best seller
And the anonymous as well.
who writes true literature
and virtual ones
Part Three - Chapter Thirtty-Six
It was a sticky and just-plain-HOT midsummer in 1948. Bobby was five, Jimmy was three. We were due to return to Philadelphia for Christoph and Stephanie's wedding in early July.
Stephanie had a devil of a time finding someone...
Part Three - Chapter Forty-Three
When we got home, both of us were sweaty and exhausted.
I began to run a bath for Bobby and went into his room for
clean clothes. I found him sound asleep, curled up in the unmade bed and still wearing the clothes he had worn...
The punctuation needs some work, sorry for that, well..this really.
[A sea of deep red
Crashes upon itself in swells,
The ship is shattered,
It now floats in pieces scattered.
The few survivors
Are all out of breath,
Their lungs are...
Part Three - Chapter Thirty-Four
With a "definite maybe" on Katrina's part,I called Kristel. Providentially, she was in. I told her what had happened that past weekend. She was glad that Christoph had gone with us to see Mutter, but distressed that he had...
Part Three - Chapter Thirty-Two
I left the stove temporarily to find Robert. I saw him preparing to go downstairs, and waved him into our bedroom, closing the door behind me. In a few sentences,
I told him what I had discovered this morning upon opening the...
Part Three - Chapter Thirty-One
Stephanie Lambert - Christoph's intended - was a very beautiful young lady with honey-blonde hair and sapphire-blue eyes. She was soft-spoken but with a mind of her own. That first evening she was among us, she
Part Three - Chapter Forty-Two
After what seemed like forever, but was in reality only a few minutes, the door opened and a crying little girl emerged, rubbing her backside and walking straight past us to the door and out into the hall. She looked like she was...
though, far bigger and brighter than any ever to be seen, and this is what made the magic come alive.
Underneath the moon, you could see a girl in a majestic silver bubble, with glistening silver smoke, floating away as it sparkled across the skies. What lay ahead for this...
Succulent, full, firm
Waiting to be consumed
Grab my bottom and slowly slide my pink flesh between your lips
Bite down ever…so…gently.
It doesn’t take much to fill your mouth with my sweet juices…
Some of them escaped...
For what seems almost a year i've been suffering from a major writers block if I got lucky i could wright a page...maybe. Last monday (11/18/13) I found myself in the mental ward. I stayed there almost a week but not quite. Any ways while i was there i found myself a "inmate...
Part Three - Chapter Forty
The next morning, Bobby refused to get up for school.
"Don' wanna go," he whimpered.
I tried to be reasonable. "Honey, you have to."
"No, I don'! Don' wan-na!"
Robert joined the battle. "Robert David, you do what your mother says...
Part Three - Chapter Thirty-Nine
Jimmy didn't like the notion that his big brother was starting kindergarten in September. He didn't think about
it too often, but when he did, he threw a screaming fit or a tantrum. As the days of July crawled into August, and...
once upon a time there was a dollgirl. She was very, very sad. her hair fell out sometimes. she lived on a shelf. it was very high and very narrow. sometimes she would fall. it took her a long time to get back up to her shelf. but she knew she had to or else the dog would come in...
The Teardrop Prison
Inside a teardrop looking out The joy and happiness inside See the pain and sorrow Surrounding, retaining surface tension
The drop does not fall The triumphal, salient feeling inside Moves the drop on its slide down Descending the cheek of humanity
There is a slight history to this story; there is also a reason why it is vague in some aspects. Hopefully not to vague for the reader to not be too bored by it :)
“Nieyma, is that you?” She looked over at me a moment longer; her brain scrounging...
Part Three - Chapter Twenty-Nine
There is nothing like a bearhug to comfort someone who suffering from a broken heart. I felt immensely better as Robert held me for a few seconds, then pushed the still-damp hair from my near ear and kissed it gently.
Perfect, golden spirals. He loved the feeling if his fingers getting lost in them when he kissed her, or just wrapping his finger around one when they were studying. He could honestly say that her hair was his favorite thing about her. When they were kids, he would tease her by...
Serendipity is a word that makes my stomach churn in distaste and disgust; its greedy claws grasp at its victims and cloud their resolves until they lead foolish lives. Its allies are fear and faith and together, they wind their spell of false hopes and dreams...
Part Three - Chapter Thirty-Five
Kristel's story, although funny, disturbed me somewhat.
Robert had gone above and beyond the call of duty, prevailing on his parents to take in their daughter-in-law's family members who needed shelter. Because they were...
Well,ı think it is time to tell about me a little:) A lot of people who ı am friends with ask me why ı didnt write somethings about myself. For nearly 2,5 years ı have been a member in here. ı like this site indeed.My name is Emre.ı live in Turkey but ı was born in...