June 2010
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nobody has ever wanted to mean anything to me...
“Jaclyn!”
As Teddy ran through the rain and the mud in an attempt to salvage what was left of his relationship with Jaclyn, he found himself thinking about why, not twenty minutes earlier, he had been so desperate to block himself off from the world again. Why was it that he had put his headphones on and blasted rock music in an attempt to not feel anything for a while and, hopefully, build the...
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The sound of a train rolling through this small town makes me believe that there’s something more. I find myself believing that there is a place in this world for me - because I know that I don’t belong here. At least, not for the rest of my life. I had a good eighteen years in his town. It was a quiet enough town that treated me right when I was growing up.
The older I get, though,...
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I want something that I write to mean something to someone. I want to make an impact on somebody’s day or week or if I’m lucky, their life. I want to write something powerful that turns confusion into clarity. I want to write something that finds somebody who’s lost. I want to write something that will mend a broken heart, or something that breaks down the walls somebody’s built around their heart...
A Message
xjessthemess:
She told him his kisses made her heart skip beats, that her stomach erupted with butterflies and that they made her knees weak. With that final statement, she pulled him to the ground with a deep, passionate kiss that seemed to defeat any and all other kisses they shared.
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you are my forever, even if i'm not yours.
The sky was of the palest blue that day. There were clouds but only a few - small, white splatters on a canvas of blue. The ground far, far below was a mystery, brimming with unsatisfied temptation. I was flying at thirty five thousand feet the last time the captain clicked on to his loud speaker. The turbulence was borderline unbearable and the stranger next to me was a loud Australian with an...
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pain without love
He grabs the pen and scribbles another line on the piece of paper, ‘i hate myself without them. i hate everything without them,’ before throwing the pen across the room. He stands up and angrily wipes at the tears that had become a constant over the past month, his entire life in shambles.
Whirls around, almost instantaneously tripping on something else he’d thrown or broken over the time his...
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someone who cares.
Day One.
She left me today. She’s gone. It’s only her scent that lingers and I’m terrified of the day it leaves me, too. Her clothes are gone, so I can only smell her in the sheets. I don’t sleep there anymore. I need some part of her to stay with me. She took my baby, too. My sweet little angel. The two best parts of my life aren’t here anymore. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do now.
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Six Steps.
It wasn’t a question of ‘if’. It wasn’t a maybe, there was not a doubt. It was a question of when. She was no longer naive. He had finally removed every last shred of innocence within her being, and she was finally learning how to read the signs of when he would come, when it would happen, and judging by his behavior, how long it would last. She knew that it was precisely six of his foot falls...
