Walking so beastly beautiful Victorian East side she had the sixth sense hearing the Gothic music.The flower shops caught her eye the fast pace of the people going to work.What a soulful smell music sounds to her ear of Black Dahlia. Besides the faintly illuminated shapes stood out tasteless Hanging upside down bat orchids. You could smell ethnic flavors his
eyes Jalapeno red hot erotically altered her into something that she could not escape. When the Saint's come marching sinful his wife madly driving Miss adultery played through her mind. How his eyes playing and observing like a womanizer and his blood shot eyes flew vampire haunting blood the moon. But Samatha the harp tree lady stringing something togeth...
Home is where the royalty is or home is where the bark is Oh! Please let’s stop pretending we think too much feeling lost but holding onto the dream on. We got a lot of living to do strong words you face it head on such high pitch society you know your limitations so well. Are we still the pretender making plans finding love again like everything is fine.
But coming to terms with who you are. let’s be realistic only time will tell but your living in hell.
Do we play the game to our real shame? Our needs are worthy how we pretend to much. Like the song wearing our heart like a crown.
𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 Oh Yes! the dream but were left all alone. But we have a heart like a crown but...
I tried not to look at any of my patients as if they were crazy, but this guy actually scared me. It was like he was in my head. I've dealt with an array of people with many different disorders, but he was the first to get to me.
He gazed lifelessly into my eyes. He wouldn't look away when he talked to me. Usually, when someone looks in your eyes, its
comforting, bonding. Not him. He was terrifying.
"You don't like me." he said.
"That isn't true." I lied. "I just need to figure out what kind of help you need, and you're a bit hard to read."
"You're lying." he said with a tight smile.
A chill went down my spine. I've never dealt with someone like him before. It was like the devil himself was sitt...
A father once said, the bleeding of blue like blood in the heavens, dying to a darkened sapphire before circling the celestial drain and closing down into charcoal black is a miracle that transpires overhead every single night.
That specific spectacle never failed to amaze a young man, and never ceased to inspire him. It was a simple simplification in the
sense that whatever great power, if there was one, out there in the vast and immense foreverblue, took it upon itself to pull the sun down beyond the horizon and cast the light of day to the far side of the world. This momentous metamorphosis of everything that we can see happens twice daily, once forwards and once backwards, and that in itself is enough to ...
The blue sky shone like a glistening sapphire on that brisk February morning. The sun peaked its way through the ruffled curtains, heating up my skin. I kicked the blanket off my legs and rolled onto my stomach, giving in to the stretch I felt coming. It felt good to sleep in. I didn't feel the weight of my husband on the bed so I stretched my arm out. No,
he wasn’t there. When I opened my eyes I saw a card on his pillow. I opened it.
Good morning my sweet Abigail. Breakfast will be in the garden this morning. I can't wait to see your smiling face. Shawn.
“Oh, I love you so much.” I whispered into the air. I sat up in bed, stretched again and opened the window by our bed. As promised, my husband had ...
I can't say that everything was completely normal.
I spotted him from across the street, sitting there at the corner table, in front of the restaurant, his back to the window, eyes moving as though he was always on the look out.
I always thought it was kind of cute, the way his eyes narrowed and flitted here and there - like a meerkat. Like one of
those cute meerkats that keeps a look out while his friends are eating. I thought it was just a tick, or a twitch.
I looked right and left and crossed behind a taxi that blared its horn at me for no reason. That's when he spotted me. I caught his eye and he beckoned me over quickly, his smiled flashing only for a moment before it faded from his lips.
'They said it. I remember it clearly. You'll be dead, practically, and the first thing you'll feel is the heat. It'll melt the ice in your veins. You'll wake up hot, burning, scared. You'll see fire through the glass as the pod comes in at more then forty five thousand miles an hour. Brace your knees, or they'll snap, they said. Ha, they obviously never had
to move joints that had been frozen for half a century.
I braced anyway. It hurt like all hell hitting the thermosphere. Like a brick wall at a million miles an hour. Damn techs, think they know everything. Probably all dead by now anyway. Not that I'd ever see them again. Or anyone for that matter. XLT006-P. Catchy name for a planet. This was a one way r...
There was once a miller who was poor, but he had one beautiful daughter. It happened one day that he came to speak with the king, and, to give himself consequence, he told him that he had a daughter who could spin gold out of straw. The king said to the miller,
"That is an art that pleases me well; if thy daughter is as clever as you say, bring her to my
castle to-morrow, that I may put her to the proof."
When the girl was brought to him, he led her into a room that was quite full of straw, and gave her a wheel and spindle, and said,
"Now set to work, and if by the early morning thou hast not spun this straw to gold thou shalt die." And he shut the door himself, and left her there alone.
There was once a shoemaker, who, through no fault of his own, became so poor that at last he had nothing left but just enough leather to make one pair of shoes. He cut out the shoes at night, so as to set to work upon them next morning; and as he had a good conscience, he laid himself quietly down in his bed, committed himself to heaven, and fell asleep. In
the morning, after he had said his prayers, and was going to get to work, he found the pair of shoes made and finished, and standing on his table. He was very much astonished, and could not tell what to think, and he took the shoes in his hand to examine them more nearly; and they were so well made that every stitch was in its right place, just as if they ha...
A widow had two daughters; one was pretty and industrious, the other was ugly and lazy. And as the ugly one was her own daughter, she loved her much the best, and the pretty one was made to do all the work, and be the drudge of the house. Every day the poor girl had to sit by a well on the high road and spin until her fingers bled. Now it happened once that
as the spindle was bloody, she dipped it into the well to wash it; but it slipped out of her hand and fell in. Then she began to cry, and ran to her step-mother, and told her of her misfortune; and her step-mother scolded her without mercy, and said in her rage,
"As you have let the spindle fall in, you must go and fetch it out again!"
There was once a Queen and she had a little daughter, who was as yet a babe in arms; and once the child was so restless that the mother could get no peace, do what she would; so she lost patience, and seeing a flight of ravens passing over the castle, she opened the window and said to her child,
"Oh, that thou wert a raven and couldst fly away, that I
might be at peace."
No sooner had she uttered the words, than the child was indeed changed into a raven, and fluttered from her arms out of the window. And she flew into a dark wood and stayed there a long time, and her parents knew nothing of her. Once a man was passing through the wood, and he heard the raven cry, and he followed the voice; and when he cam...
Hans had served his master seven years, and at the end of the seventh year he said,
"Master, my time is up; I want to go home and see my mother, so give me my wages."
"You have served me truly and faithfully," said the master; "as the service is, so must the wages be," and he gave him a lump of gold as big as his head. Hans pulled his handkerchief out
of his pocket and tied up the lump of gold in it, hoisted it on his shoulder, and set off on his way home. And as he was trudging along, there came in sight a man riding on a spirited horse, and looking very gay and lively. "Oh!" cried Hans aloud, "how splendid riding must be! sitting as much at one's ease as in an arm-chair, stumbling over no stones, saving...
Tony grew angry. He sat in the back of his limousine, waiting for the light to change. Tonight was the dinner meeting, it was Tony's night and nothing was going to interfere with his promotion.
"Calm down, Tony," said the eloquent woman. Staring at him crossly, she became more and more irritated with his behavior.
"This is a make or break moment,
Crystal," Tony shot back.
She laughed snottily and replied, "Oh, Tony, everything is always a make or break moment for you, just be calm."
Attempting to relax, Tony sat back quietly.
Chinese. His mind went to the delicious meal he would dine upon at the Dragon Palace. At the thought of tender duck lathered in butter and seasonings, his mouth began to sa...
Mark locked his bicycle to the pasture fence next to Isabel’s, took a deep breath and tried to set his face in a pleased and unflappable expression. Isabel laughed, taking his arm.
“Oh, Mark, don’t worry so about this reunion! I just meant to give you a fair warning, not terrify you. We Morels have been giving each other fits for generations, and
we never actually kill each other. Anyway you should be safe enough on your first visit. We’re perfectly sweet to people who aren’t family.”
“Meaning they think I’m not, and won’t be?” Mark asked. Isabel looked at him for about half a second with a hard expression he hadn’t seen on her before. Then she beamed theatrically and slipped her ar...
I kept my misery about the move as quiet as I could. That wasn't as quiet as it ought to have been, but I was eleven and a half, which is a misery of its own, perhaps especially for a girl. I understood why we had to move. Great-aunt Liesl had taken care of my mother after my Uncle Ernest was born and my grandmother had post-partum depression which she never
got over. So when Aunt Liesl fell and broke her hip and needed someone to live with her and take care of her it had to be my mother, I could see that.
The place wasn't bad. Outside I explored the woods and almost forgot to be miserable. Inside I spent too much time thinking about the neighbors I'd left behind, especially Derek, who was twelve, and whom ...