I cried. I put my head on his shoulder and I wept and I wept and I wept. Not too silently either. He woke up, stroked my hair and said, “Let it out. Just let it out, e.b.” Without asking why. And I was so taken aback with it that I had to stop for [...]
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A residence
Posted in Fictional on Wednesday, 4 March 2009 | 2 Comments »
one day . he spoke to me of a sorrow one of an erratic shape one that makes his brows burrow one from which he can’t escape . and then . i was reminded of a sorrow one imprinted on my heart one that’d forever follow one inside me like a dart . but i [...]
No rhyme or reason
Posted in Fictional, Heart, tagged dreams, prose, water on Thursday, 19 February 2009 | 2 Comments »
his eyes deep pools of endless blue she finds herself diving in unwillingly . the ocean vast sheet of silky green waves rushing in her dreams unrelentingly . magic that word no one believes in who knows it could come true unexpectedly . she falls ~tt~
13 years
Posted in Fictional, Heart on Friday, 30 January 2009 | Leave a Comment »
He said he still had feelings for her. Not exactly love, no. He had a girlfriend now. But something he couldn’t put a finger on. Something fluttering, lingering, haunting. Yeah right, she joked, not without a certain dose of hidden sarcasm. 13 years isn’t just a long time. It’s a whole damn era. I’m going [...]
Fictional?
Posted in Fictional on Friday, 23 January 2009 | 4 Comments »
I like writing. (As you’ve seen.) I have an overactive imagination. (Not always a good thing.) I knew it was only a matter of time before I started making up stories to bridge the gap between my boring life (I had pizza for lunch, I went dancing, I found out a good trick to clean [...]
Capture
Posted in Fictional, Heart, tagged emotions, love, musings, norah jones, Shoot the moon on Wednesday, 7 January 2009 | Leave a Comment »
She’s got this picture imprinted on the membranes at the back of her eyes, retina, or whatever they’re called. It’s there, even when she sleeps. An image of his smile. Not just any random one though, a person has a whole myriad of different smiles. But that one particular positioning of facial muscles, sometimes when [...]
Flutter
Posted in Fictional, Heart, tagged alexander mccall smith, feelings, quote on Saturday, 29 November 2008 | Leave a Comment »
She could hardly say to him, that there was a quote from a favourite author that she loved, and that two seconds ago it had come to her mind rather inappropriately, although not entirely unexpectedly. She could hardly say to him, that it had stuck there ever since, impatiently doing the rounds in that tiny space between her ears. And if she [...]