Piffle.

That's right. I said Piffle.

I could expound upon what I mean by Piffle. I could.

But then what would be the point of even writing it? You wouldn't learn anything meaningful. You couldn't have a viable topic with which to start a conversation with me. And you wouldn't even have the joy of making it up.

So once again, I iterate it.Piffle

Bitte, gibt mir nur ein WortJe peux parler un peut français, mais je ne suis pas française ( Read more... )

She fell back on her bed, sprawling out, staring up at the ceiling for a few moments, letting the sweet thought sink in. The words kept running through her mind, "December 11...I get to go home eight days early..." She thought and thought, and then slowly a mischievous smile spread over her face. Eight days early. Eight whole days ( Read more... )

Panting, footfalls, outside silence.
I need to get there.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
I wish I could get there running.
Thud, thud, thud.
Would take too long.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
Not enough energy.
Thud.
Energy in the heart, yes.
Thud, thud, thud.
Physical, no.
Thud, thud.
Could drive.
Thud, thud.
But no gas.
Thud, thud, thud.
Could fly.
Thud, thud.
But no wings.
Thud ( Read more... )

Hearts out to everybody. Cort: wow, busy girl! Take a breather and have some Schokolade. Or in your language, chocolat. Sarah: It'll be okay, Quique's only there for a short while, you'll make it, and just remember, you're older and you're better and you're femme, so just beat the little turd. I promised you a backrub the next time I see you, so ( Read more... )

It sucks you in. It doesn't reach out and snare you like Anger does, but rather it waits for you to come to it, sink to its level, draw close to its pale, dead lips and willingly kiss them with your own so that it can suck the life from you. Apathy is the black hole of emotions. Anger, Caring, Energy, Love, even Shyness: they all swirl down, ( Read more... )

She closed her eyes, retreating into her memories. She need not worry about anyone seeing her; there never was anyone around to worry about. She brought up to her mind's eye one particular memory, one full of blue eyes, light, and quiet. It instantly brought a soft smile to her lips, curving her mouth up at the corners in what would probably seem ( Read more... )

The ivy had grown more than she'd expected, exceeding the boundaries of the trellis before the windowseat to cover the ground around it in a six-foot radius, which led it to start climbing up the foot of the brick house. She shrugged, wondering if she should water it or if she should just let it find its own water. She turned away, her steps taking ( Read more... )

She got up to leave, and as she wrapped her hand around the doorknob, I said clearly, "Leave the door open," indicating my growing loneliness.

She didn't hear me. She shut the door, and latched it.

I cried a little.

She didn't hear me.

Prayers

Prayers for someone that's close to me but still so far away:
I pray that you may find a path that won't lead you astray.
I pray that I can catch you when it seems you've lost your way.
I pray that I can persuade you not to leave, but rather to stay.
I pray that above all, you will hear God today.
I love you all. To those for whom I pray.