I was raised to believe That everything happens for a reason. It doesn’t matter if that is good or badThere will always be a purpose. So what happened between us? In those precious few moments When we held each other tightand passionately kissing over and...
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The Strange White Man Part 24
Stiles confronts HollyThey chatted late into the Evening about the upcoming visit. Each person had a task to perform once they arrived in town and it was gone over repeatedly to ensure there were no mistakes. As Holly bustled about performing her house cleaning tasks Lafayette...
Waiting for Your Call
A man wanting more from a relationship.It is almost midnight on a Saturday night and I am waiting for your call. This started six weeks ago when you caught your idiot of a boyfriend cheating on you. I happened to be in the neighborhood bar where you wanted to cry and get drunk. You sat next t...
Eventide
Short story for AP English Language about the year 2050Staring out into the falling sun I was reminded of the colors that it used to hold. Such reds, yellows, and smears of the infinite shades that lie between. I often imagine them at all times of the day, not just at this one, when the sun lowers itself some...
You are my king
Promising new romanceYou came into my life when I was hurt and confused, I kept you at a distance so you wouldn't feel used. I turned to you through all of the ups and the downs, No matter how bad it got you were always around. One day I decided to give you a chance, You s...
Holly was enjoying her time in the territorial capital. She spend a lot of time shopping, not an easy task since most of the stores had closed by the time she was up and active. She solved the problem by leaving an envelope for the morning concierge with...
December Skies
Are the seasons but a step in our journey, or a picture we see along the way?This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Deep azure wells turned upside down,Fathoms of years above my headWhere the stars of faerie coins wink brightlyAnd shine upwards to the earth below.The Snow Que...
A red moon behind me rises Turning my closing tear to bloodHead held up high in crisisFacing the setting sun, I scud Casting shadows tallOver the agone life-trainLife is a pendulous fallMaybe worth the pain Creatures of the night sparkEnticing, screaming...
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Innocent little miss honey With her seraphic heartBorn on the plains of goldIn pursuit of her American Dream Hitchhiked without moneyTo the sunset for a fresh startInto the City of Angels she rolledOnto the boulevard of broken dreams Broke, she became a b...
Once In A Blue Moon
Finding a true love is rare.This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere it has been stolen. Once in a blue moon, I glimpse a special soul, Reflections of myself, A sense of being home. Once in a blue moon, Dancing in the moonlight, Rapture, adoration,...
One more poem, love found, love lost,One more heartbreak, counting the cost,One more woman refused her prize,One more man with tears in his eyes. They get understanding sorrow, They get hopes for their tomorrow,They get friends to share in their grief,The...
Raj put his hands on the ceiling of his cell and pushed to stretch out his muscles. He’d put in a long day pulling out dead cells and loading them on lifts for transport, and installing new cells. He rolled over on his side and spit up his cud and began t...
Confessions of an Average Teenage Girl
This was very difficult to write and is even more so to post... please be gentle... no harshness...Sometimes I wanted to cut. I wanted to cut so deep I felt no more and needed no more. And sometimes I wanted to cut so deep I lived no more, but I didn't. I know now that's because I was strong- not saying others are weak, because they aren't- but at the...
I trundle through darkened halls again and again breaking free for a time never staying long in the light then plunge I do back into the gloom wandering in the past something I can not undo fear no I should not as I am accustomed been here many time why d...
I've Imagined... But
Originally thought of it as an improv'd song... now it's just a poem.I've imagined... An apartment, Pet friendly, College in the afternoon, Work in the evening, Snuggling at night, and spending time with you... Sleeping in the morning, doing it all over again. I've imagined... A career as a midwife, Possibly a nurse, Hour...