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Late Night Sounds

Waiting can be stressful…

The pendulum swings back and forth as time ticks away. Every fifteen minutes its Westminster quarter chimes remind me that sleep is eluding me. Anxiety plagues me while I wait for a chime of a different sort, the first few whistling bars of Kesha’s “Crazy Kids,” which will put my heart at ease. When the phone finally sounds, it startles me. But I can finally breathe easy when I read the words, “Made it home safely. Love y...

Will's Mother Worries

A 16th century mother laments her son's strange behaviour

I am so worried about Will. Such a disappointment. When I married John Shakespeare, we agreed that we wanted a large family. By the time Will was born in 1564 we had already had two daughters die in infancy. When it was clear that Will was going to survive, we were so relieved, and John used to say that Will became a symbol of love’s labour not being lost. When, at three-years-old, he disappeared into the woods, we were d...

I am searching for something For what I do not know I feel alone with nowhere to go I am empty I cry and I am scared  Lonely and depressed My head hurts  I just want to close my eyes and never feel again The darkness is around the corner It opens its arms for me Please don't let it take me For I will never again be seen I am fighting but feel it is a loosing battle Am I strong enough this time To find my way in the dark H...

I’m very sad today Things seem to be worse You promised you’d find a way I really feel like we’re cursed We can never get ahead Always far behind I just want to go to bed I’m really losing my mind I thought things were paid Please will you talk to me I’m really rather afraid I know you have to agree Hopefully things will work out I’ve been crying all day I have no strength to shout You really need to pay I hope we will be...

Here Comes The Stress

I am feeling very sad

I'm feeling so much stress I need to try and relaxThere's so much to addressThese are really the factsThis is my breaking pointI'm trying not to cryTrying not to disappointI really am sad, I cannot deny I'm not even feeling goodMy knee is getting so badI feel so misunderstoodThis is making me feel mad Headaches are now backPain is all I really feelPerhaps another anxiety attackUnfortunately, this is real Can't wait for sc...

Gidealis Enigma Chapter 64

Tensartis hopes to get to Lierance, but instead he is re-directed to a much more dangerous mission.

Chapter 64 To Save a Loved One I get up, and scratch the crumbling wall of the office to distract the angry green-eyed man. “Your walls seem rather thin and unreliable!” “These “peaceful rallies” of Flingers are beginning to piss me off. This damage is more of a reflection of their volatile state of mind, than the thickness of our walls!” Fern rolls his eyes. “… or the reason they are so volatile is because we are so unre...

How Would I Cope

Man examines coping without his love

My wife is away for a few days, off on one of her junketsWhich leaves me here alone in this house to consider What life would be like if she didn't returnI look around this empty house and I begin to wonder Sitting in the living room with the television offIt's lonely when the only sound is the Seth Thomas clockI know I would miss her smile, her laughter, and her just being there for me Our walks in the woods, her listeni...

Singularly Special?

Have you ever wondered what the quiet singletons are thinking? No? Don't read this, then!

This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.They say that there is someone for everyone. If that's the case, then somewhere out there, in that big, wide world, there is a fat, grumpy, depressed, cookie-eating, diet coke-swilling bloke who's pushing forty, whilst wearing stripy socks, glittery shoes, and insisting on throwing bits of gingerbread men out into the sea "for...

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Gidealis Enigma Chapter 34

The sign of the Rose is too hot to touch... Only love will heal the pain.

Chapter 34 The Sign of the Rose “I have the information that will stop the war on Ashtarma. Don’t you have any mercy?” I turn to Yasen. His eyes grow big and he enters my mind, hurting me in the process again. No, they don’t care about the bloodbath on Astharma! They think if Kallitris did it to them, the least they can do is let his people suffer. Nice going. “This woman is over 35% sian. She is the first successful cros...

The Armor

The Armor of My Knight

Standingon the ledge, Waiting for the knowledge. It never comes, Only wonder, Only worry, Only darkness, Full of fear. Riding up below the ledge; There you are. The Armor of my Knight, It protects me, It loves me, It honors me, It saves me, It has my heart, And has vowed to; Always be mine!! Written by TxPrincess for publication on StoriesSpaces Only!

Escape the Plague

But until then... give her a break.

She's so ready for Spring Break, so very ready to have...  a week,  she thinks,  off-  off,  and away from school,  and pressure,  and overly emotional moments in one particular classroom. Away from worry, and fear, and pain, and anger, and everything else, everything else that seems to pop up. Maybe she'll stay off the web too, just speak with select people, stay away from everyone else, avoid it all, emotions are a plag...

I Hear Sirens! - Lots and Lots of Sirens!

A true story about an even that occurred in my small southern town; a fire of massive proportions.

I Hear Sirens – Lots and Lots of Sirens It’s 4 a.m. on Monday morning, June 25 th , 2012, and I am awake. Wide awake – and I don’t like it. Not being an early morning person, everyone in this house knows to leave me be until I crawl out of my haven of rest on my own. Unless I happen to be leaving really early to go on a vacation somewhere, or to a yard sale I can’t resist, which is always a welcome change, I never get up...