Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Seventy One
I took my shower first, then Robert. He came into the bedroom where I was sitting on the bed, toweling my not-quite-dry blonde hair. He took the towel from my hands and took over the job.
"You don't have to do that...
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...
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...
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...
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...
simply because I want to try out lots of things. One of the only things I ever allowed myself to be proud of was my ability to write. In middle school I had a really great English teacher and two periods of English for some reason. She was cool in the way she would read us...
White crested waves cascade onto charcoal tinged pebbles, creating a sea mist that blurs the vision of adjacent hills.
Car headlights become more visible than the cars, but the sounds of the sea remain constant.
poems and sermons. I started writing songs when I was around 12. When I was in high school I realized I was good at poems too because I would have assignments on writing poems and the teachers would love them and I would be an example to the class. I would finish my poem within...
I'm sitting in a bar. A place where they all collect. They come together with smiling eyes and open hearts and sit, drink and just shoot the ****. They are all noteworthy people, not a boring or reserved soul among the bunch. And they share stories of their highs, lows...
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...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Seven
It was a little bit late, and the skies were lowering, when we finally left the pizzeria and climbed back into the Impala for our trip to Crown Point. The gathering humidity seemed to close in around us, even...
My son, Matthew, is a computer genius. Last week he gave me the latest version of his newest invention, a Computer Assisted Writing software program called CAW 2011. In a few minutes he’d loaded the software into my computer.
"Hello," my computer said...
bedroom window when my dad and what feels like the world is asleep. It makes me feel safe and difiant somehow. Like I'm slowly crossing the bridge between who I have to be for the sake of my parents and the world and who I am inside. A person breaking off from a home I will one...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Five
The graduation, as most college graduations go, was long and the room was broiling. But I wouldn't have missed it
on a bet. It gladdened my heart to see my oldest walk across the stage and receive his diploma.
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Seventy - Five
The gymnasium was broiling. When we arrived there and parked the new Impala Super Sport as close to the doors as we dared, the heat both inside and out was oppressive. This was the beginning of what the country's...
a book. I've been looking for people that have a passion for writing and that are just starting—like me. The goal would be to work with a group of awesome writers in which the object would be to get a good promotion, recognition. I don't mean necessarily working on the same...
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...
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...
as a teen male whispered in a sinister tone waking me up in a gloomy environment. I decoded my horror into not sentiment, but pure logic. "Why am I here, stuck on this chain? What are you plotting?" It derives, that my friend had no grudges and yet, still wants to execute an...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Eight
The motel was more like a hotel - two bedrooms with one bath/shower and living room, and at a more reasonable price than the one in Indianapolis. The personnel were certainly more polite than the other place,as...
Part Three- Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Two
The small plastic multi-colored flags flapped noisily in the sudden freshening wind that had sprung up within the last half-hour. But it was not a refreshing wind that would be welcomed to break this oppressive...
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
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...
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.
seemed to have secrets.
In the shadows there were shops!
This girl walked in the shadows trying to be a brightness but unsuccessful she went into one of the shops.
There were shadows inside too! Human shadows scurrying like mice.
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Six
In the press of exiting humankind after the ceremony, I got temporarily separated from my husband, son, daughter-in-law to be, and her little sister. I struggled my way through and finally became reunited where the...
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 One Hundred Seventy-Three
When we got back to our rooms, Robert carefully counted our leftover travel funds. Yes, we had the remainder of the Impala's price plus enough for whatever else we might need. There would be no need for Jimmy to...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Nine
Mary Jane's graduation day - May, 1964.
The heat, according to the weather forecaster,had lessened a little bit (a cool ninety degrees) but the atmosphere inside four walls was still almost unbearably sticky and...
LOL. That's my BIG problem. I write down all my thoughts for a novel out of order and in strange vernacular so my editor's head just pops off. She only deals with me because she loves my work, so I guess the talent outshines the mania. This is for Married to Madness. Google it.
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...
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...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Seventy - Four
Bobby's graduation day from college dawned hot and sticky.
I was already miserable as I rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. If I were hot in my "baby doll" pajamas - a teasing last anniversary present...
filling the village sounds of screaming and violent yelling was everywhere. I looked around to see what was going on men in odd clothing was ravaging the village burning houses children was being slaughtered in the street blood soaking the dirt road I watched in my hiding place...
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...
but it's probably not that good.
Chaper 1-By the age of 7 I was an expert hider. From my perch I stared down at the street below though I had to squint hard to make out anything clearly. Behind me the floor shook in response to some very heavy feet pounding it carelessly. There...
and gathering in my head, but when it comes to actually putting it all down on paper it exceeds my grasp. Like the ideas just can't form sentences, or paragraphs. It's as if the different worlds inside my head just aren't meant to be brought to reality.
who I would define as a seeker.
A seeker is someone looking. Not necessarily someone who finds. Nor someone who knows what they are looking for. It is simply for whom his life is a quest.
One day a seeker felt he had to go to the city of Kammir. He had learned to pay...
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