Via today’s Daily Prompt: Agile Bright blue skies, pretty young lies… Tickling my flesh ever so gently, making my skin, valleys and peaks pointy… Oh you are good, but kid yourself not! Even with a knee down, I can always get up. And though you know your way well, around my pesky little heart, there…… Continue reading Not so…
Via today’s daily prompt: Loophole Of course, there was a loophole in our story. The difference between us being, I didn’t care, while it drove you crazy…
You can try to hide, play hide and seek. But the beast won’t go to sleep… You can lock up your closet, check well under your bed. But the beast won’t go to sleep… You can deny it, make pretend, act as if you don’t see it. But the beast Won’t go to sleep……… Continue reading The beast…
“You are crazy…” His tone was more worried than blaming. He had been standing there for a while, watching over her from a couple of steps back. She was sitting on the lake’s shore, hiding under her large fur cloak. So very still and silent, she had been waiting there for hours already, waiting…… Continue reading Frazil…
Her head still pounded, but the hangover was the least of her worries… -HONEYYYYYY! You are aware I was joking, when I said you should put that sexy picture of me on your blog, right??? -But sweetheart, you’re a genius! Look at my stats – handing his tablet to her – Thanks to you, it’s a total…… Continue reading Oh no you didn’t… #1MinFiction
Via today’s daily prompt: Almost So very almost, though never really. Never quite, but ever so close to… We weren’t, were we? Should have, could have, but didn’t nail it. How come then, that I miss, what I never had, to begin with?
Walked barefoot her toes gracing the trails, the roads and the paths… All ways leading to the Rome of your heart.
Langueur vespérale Oraison jaculatoire, imploration fatale hiatus butoir. Tout rime avec la fin. Il ne reste plus rien. Que toi, moi… des retailles de câlins plein les mains…
With a mere breath, warm and sudden away she flew, delicately gliding seeking her way to you, untethered feather, cooing her coo… A dove’s bitter sweet cry, murmured endlessly from the skies, never going tired never giving up. Fly feather, fly! Restlessly sail among the clouds, tiny vessel, swirling white dot, spread your peaceful…… Continue reading Flying feather…
to be there. Just not easy to wait for someone to be there, again.
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