After school, we would sneak into our little room, just the two of us. Many people knew of its existence, but to them, it was just there, a non-living empty room that held nothing but a few dusty old pictures. To us, it was a haven; a cave for us to explore each other, a refuge for us to hide from prying eyes and scalding words, a comfortable ( Read more... )

writing from a perspective of a guy

She held my hand on the way back from sch, her warmth seeping into my cold palm. Hesitant, i glanced up at her. We had never done this before. Trying to assure me, she smiled. My face reddened and embarrassed, i looked down. Her sweet smile always caused me to blush uncontrollably. BOOM! A sudden clap of thunder ( Read more... )

A knock at the door.when was the last time you ( Read more... )

the emotions flow freely, smudging ink on the paper.
they seep through the words, cascading down, down, down.
they stain the page, blurring the lines.

The cool morning breeze wafted though the blades of grass, causing them to sway peacefully. My older sister and I lay comfortably on the soft grass, side by side. I gazed above, taking in the calm sight of clouds drifting by. My sister murmured, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I breathed in deeply, taking in the crisp morning air, before ( Read more... )

a silent plea.
a few whispered words.
anguished crying.
incoherent mutterings.
songs of joy.
heartfelt praises.
expressions of love.
contented gratitude.
regretful apologies.
a conversation.
overflowing with words.
full of emotion.
prayer

The music played. Its haunting melody reminded her of memories long forgotten. She thought she had hidden them secretly, under lock and key. Yet they remained, unwilling to fade away. "Would you like to dance?" She looked up into the eyes of a handsome stranger. She nodded. He led her to the dance floor, where a dozen faceless couples were waltzing ( Read more... )