I remember you in the garden
and I grieved for you in the garden
but I left my grief there to grow.
I will pick it like a flower
and hold it close.
Let myself feel
and remember
and love
and cry.
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The Girl: Response to Dragonition Writing Prompt #389
An interesting story
He was willing to stay a couple of nights but no longer than that. He could not bear to go on in this manner more than a short amount of time. He could not bear to put the girl, or his wife, through that kind of pain.
She looked so peaceful as she slept. Her youth was written all over her face, the lines around her mouth smooth and shallow, unmarked by heavy stress. All that mouth had seen was laughter and flirty smiles and sweet, gentle kisses.
She rolls over under his arm, her hair tickling his chin. Her hair screams youth as well. A vibrant red, not yet overrun by stubborn grays, not yet dulled by pain and struggle. It smells sweet and spicy, her perfume – probably something from Victoria’s Secret – colliding with the cologne his wife had picked out for him years ago to make…
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Dancing (limerick)
There once was a boy from dancing
Who worked very hard at his prancing
He met a girl dancer
She liked him and he her
And off they would go for a twirling
Unrequited (limerick)
There was a silly young girl
Who fell for a girl with a curl
She knew it was pointless
Telling her would be useless
But her poor head remained in a whirl
Response to Image Writing Prompt #29
This is such a nice story in response to Image Writing Prompt #29. It just make me feel happy reading it. DJ and Ella have such a lovely relationship. Here is the link to Teara’s story:
https://tearasakuramori.wordpress.com/2017/10/01/image-writing-prompt-29/comment-page-1/#comment-340
The Lost Boy (response to Writing Prompt #304)
This is such a lovely story in response to my prompt, I’m glad you gave it a happy ending.
(writing prompt #304.https://purpldragon.wordpress.com/2017/09/14/writing-prompt-304/)
Source: Writing Prompt #304
He watched through the window as his mother tucked his half-sister in bed and kiss his step father goodnight, then he turned and vanished into the night. It was a daily ritual for Tom since he ran away from his father’s house six months ago. His father was an alcoholic who, in his opinion, probably didn’t even realize he wasn’t around. He was living bad days and worse nights when his father would come back from the bar and wake Tom up from his sleep just to start beating him. One night, Tom decided it was enough, he was going to go live with his mother instead.
His mother always wanted him in her life. She never gave him up, on the contrary she fought hard to gain custody of Tom but it was all because Tom’s dad knew how to best beat…
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Don’t Assume (Story Fragment)
Kay peered down through the skylight at the family sitting around the table. The youngest a boy reached for the bread and one of the older girls pulled it away responding to the mother’s command. She couldn’t see a father the boys were all too young. She looked closer. The children didn’t seem at all alike but half resembled the mother in some feature. They must have different fathers she decided and they all must have left. Then the kitchen door opened. The children jumped up to great the woman who walked in, their other mother Kay realised. Kay could now see the woman’s resemblance to the other children. Kay smiled down at the family she should have known better than to assume.
Writing Prompt #117 Response
This is so lovely. A beautifully emotional story with a happy ending.
Here is a lovely response to one of my writing prompts Writing Prompt #117 by Teara Mori check out her blog Teara’s Thoughts. This is so lovely. A beautifully emotional story with a happy ending.
Flaws
I look at you and think
A person how beautiful, I love that you have flaws
Differences make beauty
We hate our own and love each others
Not always
But someone will love yours, just wait and see
They are not really flaws
The Lovers (a story fragment). by Christine Lucas
Christine Lucas wrote a very intriguing expanstion of my story fragment the lovers you should check out her blog here Christine Lucas.
The wind ruffled his hair. She liked how it sent his fringe tumbling over his eyes. This would be the last time she saw him looking like this, strong, handsome, his skin glowing with the last rays of a dramatic sunset. As if sensing her gaze he turned to face her. Sadness tinged his eyes. ‘Are you having doubts?’
‘No,’ she shook her head. ‘Though it is a long way down and the river fast flowing.’
‘It is, but we are together. That’s all that matters.’ He reached for her hand. Their shoulders touched as they sat on the railing of a bridge. They looked down at the raging river below them. The breeze smelled sweetly of honeysuckle. ‘Scared?’
‘A little,’ she tried to look nonchalant, swinging her bare legs over the gorge.
‘We don’t have to jump you know.’
‘But you’ll think I’m a coward.’
‘No I won’t,’ he…
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The Lovers (story fragment)
They sat holding hands on the rail of the bridge bare legs swinging.
‘Should we jump?’
‘I don’t know it’s a long way down.’
‘Other people have done it.’
‘I’m scared.’
‘We don’t have to.’
‘Will you think I’m a coward?’
‘No just the sensible person I fell in love with.’
‘I love you.’
‘I love you too.’
‘Let’s do it.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes I trust you.’
Together they slide down so their feet were on the bridge and their arms still on the railing. Then still holding hands they jump into misty air and fell towards the river.
This is a fictional short story fragment.
Stars
I’m sick of all these feelings
Their stange confusing meanings,
Wishing fun was simple again,
And I could just pick up a pen.
But things change, don’t they,
Unexpected feelings make you pay,
Feelings you can’t, make go away,
Moments in which you wish you could stay.
Wishing you didn’t have to feel,
Wishing for, a heart of steel,
Simultaneously, not feeling enough,
Maybe you shouldn’t be so tough.
Leaving is hard when you know,
You have got nothing to show,
Nothing to remember the moment by,
Except the stars, in the night sky.
Dear Mum
You may be the only mother, that I ever had,
But you are the best, don’t worry about that.
Thank you for always, being there for me,
Even when I drive you, totally crazy.
Thank you for loving me, no matter what,
I don’t know if you know, but it really means a lot.
I’ll love you back forever, we both know that is true,
I just want to tell you, just how much, I love you.
I Love You
I love you like a sister,
And right now, I miss ya.
No I love you more than that,
I think but like, I don’t know what.
We’ve been best friend for ages,
And friends since the early stages.
‘Is she you’re sister?’ people say,
‘No,’ I smile and laugh and it’s okay.
If they looked closer they could see,
How different, you are, from me.
We laughed about it often before,
Spending time with you is never a bore.
I read your thoughts and you read mine,
We answer questions at the same time.
I didn’t realise how hard it’d be,
Not to see you, reg-u-lar-ly.
Millie
I love my dog Millie
Sometimes she’s silly
She’s small and fluffy
She’s naughty and scruffy
She hates baths and cats
She loves walks and pats
She’s loyal and sweet
People she’ll happily meet
She sees me clearly
I love her dearly
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