stolen from taintednephilim & nasnedagoniat
Most of my flist are writers with a few artists tossed in. Although I don't always comment on your posts, I do always read them. I do, however, notice styles, details, certain turns of phrase that are uniquely...you, or at least I think I do
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Subconsciously, he feels his hand tighten around her's. He doesn't know why he did so, but it just felt natural to him. Hmm. Natural...? Does he even have the right to be here? Rapidly, he blinks his eyes as he notices her hand tightening around his as well. A red burning sensation rushes across his tanned face.
What's that supposed to mean? He asks himself, frantically. The new her kept telling him that she could never be afraid. And yet, here she was, holding his hand again. Violet eyes glance downward that the girl beside him. Immediately, he notices it with surprise. She's not scared at all. In fact, she's smiling at him.
~FIN
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What could be in the end? she asked herself.
She kept walking and walking until her feet grew tired. Yet it feels like she never even moved from her old spot. The end of the corridor, the end of her agony, was still as far as she could see. She grew imapatient, knowing that it would take her a long time to reach the end, but she still tried. Walking, runing, walking, and running she went. The end was finally getting nearer.
When she reached the door, she opened it. Greeted by a birght white light, she woke up.
"That was such a long tunnel!" said her brother who was beside her.
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Oh gosh, I suck.
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People walk past. Blurred faces and shapes with lives that you stay out of. You stay in your box. Confined to your edges. Carefully playing the safe side.
The street is busy. The homeless man grins up at you, a toothless grin. His jacket is ripped. There's a tin cup sitting beside him.
You stare down at him. Blurry people walk past. Voices make a soundtrack for this scenario; a soundtrack that you don't hear.
"A penny for your thoughts?"
Another split second of grinning and staring and thinking and lost thoughts and soundtracks with out words, and you rummage into your pocket.
And flick a penny into his cup, before walking away.
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She was still alone. No one else was there at home, except for her. And he still has not replied to her letter. One week. Two weeks. Three weeks. A month passed and yet he still has not replied. It was painful for her.
Everything went down for her. Each day, she would anticipate even just a small envelope from him in her mail, but no matter how much she prays, it won't come. Her dream will remain a fantasy.
♥
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He couldn't help it. His emotions were too bottle up inside. He needed to shout it, to let go of his emotions.
"I love you!" he shouted. He didn't mean to say it in an angry voice. It came out so wrong. She slowly turned around, her face gave no hint of reaction.
"What? Wha-what did you say?" she said in a weak voice. She tried to make out if he was still making jokes. But his face was so staid, it couldn't have been a joke.
"I love you! I've been trying to tell you for the past month but you still won't hear it!" he explained.
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I think that's enough. It's pretty obvious now. I think. Well, tell me if I should keep going! And I am willing to! :D This is so fun!
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*it's BOTTLED not bottle.
:D
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