I wrote you a thousand times, he told her by the stone hearth. The flames reflected in her eyes, matching her red mane. The warm tones of the fire colored the whole room, covering the discreet blushing of her cheeks. I don’t have the eye of a painter, I don’t have the hand of…… Continue reading Autumn’s avowals…
A lot of people don’t understand blogging. I couldn’t blame them, just a little short under two years ago, I didn’t know either. All I had heard about blogging was from professional bloggers that did movie reviews, or wrote about traveling or cooking. To me, blogging was a job, and I had never considered it…… Continue reading Why do you blog?
Today has been a long and rough day. But it is almost over now, and although my mood is not off the charts for personal reasons, I do have some pretty fantastic news to share! A part of me is saying “noooo shut up, stupid, you’ll jinx yourself, and it won’t work if…… Continue reading Good news!
She looked down on the piece of paper. Three simple words, just like I love you, and just the same, they said it all. Adding anything would lessen the pure meaning of the thought. And never before had she been so close to the definition of “sorry”. Funny, she thought, how similar to “love” it was.…… Continue reading I am sorry.
I’ll write you fantasies so hot, you’ll never want to meet me. You won’t fear disappointment… You’ll know, you would be… Disappointed.
I spent a lifetime, writing my story day by day, night by night, Taking chances, making mistakes guessing my way, hoping to find someone who would want to read it. Little did I know, watching you catching up on my adventures, and my debacles… I would want to offer you a leading role…… Continue reading Like a book…
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[This is the third and possibly last entry for the Spring Writing Event written by the funny and talented Cyranny I hope you like it. I may be getting one more story to put up and I will try to write one myself, but work has been so…
When I chanced upon something, I wrote to you once, when we were together, I found that I never finished it, completely When I wrote something to you, when you and I were lost in the dark tones of winter, not knowing why it should be now that those things would envelope us…… Continue reading When I wrote something for you…
If WordPress has taught me one thing, it is to be more selfish. Terrible, uh? It actually is a good thing. Before blogging, I used to write mostly to please others. I did write a little bit for my own, mainly poetry, but otherwise, I needed others’ validation to think what I was writing…… Continue reading Me, myself and I…
When the day rose on the cabin, the sun found her asleep, her face pressed on the kitchen table, pen still in her hand… Months before, she barely remembered the said cabin. She wasn’t much into that kind of things… Nature, some would call it, as she was a city girl, and always had…… Continue reading The cabin in the woods…
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