heaven.I wondered tonight as I wandered besides the sea, the sky shrinking and the moon casting a pastel glow against the waves. I wondered as to whether this was heaven, a long sandy beach, quiet at sundown, ragged and beautiful.
So I stood for a while until the waves lapped over my boots and I remembered soon, the tide would come in and sweep me away.
And then I contemplated instead upon whether heaven could really exist and if it did, could it ever be truly perfect?
Compton Bay, 28.10.14
The Best Thing About MondaysThe best thing about Mondays is the anxiety that floods into my body, starting at my feet and slowly rising up into my guts, my chest, my throat. It drowns me.
I wake up when it's still dark outside, and I rub the troubled sleep from my eyes with tired hands. I leave the warmth of my bed to face the cold day ahead of me.
The best thing about Mondays is waiting for my eyes to adjust to the morning gloom as they focus on old scrapbooks and half-finished novels I've lost interest in reading. I'm slowly removing myself from my own life.
I get dressed in the dark, hair falling in messy tangles down my back. As I sling my bag over my shoulder, my glasses fall down the bridge of my nose, but I can't bring myself to care.
The best thing about Mondays is when I step outside my building and the chill in the air is enough for my breath to be seen and for goosebumps to rise in waves over my skin. My mind tells me it's cold, but I feel no difference in my bones.
The best thing about Mondays is clim
His First (one shot) The child screeched late that night. The tired couple moaned from lack of sleep.
This wasn't the first time
"Jase, please go put her to sleep..."
" It's your turn..." Jase rolled on his side away from his wife.
" Jase," she muffled from her pillow. " I've been changing dirty diapers for weeks. You can put her to sleep..."
The child screamed louder.
Jase sighed heavily and threw himself out of bed. He glanced at the time and groaned. It was too early for this. He strolled into his daughters room, right outside of his own, and let his eyes adjust to the new environment. The child squirmed in her bed, reaching for anything that would hold her.
" Elizabeth... Hey..." The young father walked to his daughters craddle and swooped her up gently in his arms.
She was a miracle.
Next to marring the woman of his dreams, his little girl was the only spark of hope. She was precious to him.
He rocked his baby girls gently in his arms, singing
A Sibling Bond Scarlett rested on a tree branch, swinging her legs back and forth. She looked around the snow covered forest while she waited for someone; her older brother James. He had forgotten something at home and went back to get it really quick. A formed on her lips when he came into view. She was about to call out to him when he was close enough to hear her clearly when something cold hit her in the face. With a yelp, she fell off the branch backwards and landed on her back. Her foot became entangled in some sticks on the ground. She sat up and brushed the cold substance off her face. She looked down and discovered it was snow. James was laughing as he got closer.
"I wish I had a camera, you should have seen your face." He continued to laugh.
"Glad you found it amusing." Scarlett said. She struggled to get up because of her stuck foot.
"Need some help?" James asked.
I Love you so, so Much it HurtsHiro never liked being trapped in small spaces, and he never liked the idea of being alone in small spaces either. Luckily Tadashi was always the one to help him out. He knew that Hiro was embarrassed by his morbid fear of small spaces. So he kept it quiet to keep Hiro happy. Luckily on a day like today Hiro had Tadashi to be there for him when it came to his claustrophobia. They were leaving the university one day after Tadashi had shown him some new stuff that he was working on. The boys then entered the elevator and began to head up.
However the elevator gave out halfway up and the boys found themselves trapped inside. "Oh my God! were stuck!" Hiro stuttered as he started clutching the wall in fear. "No! no we can't be stuck! I don't wanna be stuck in here! we need to get out! it's too cramped in here! and the walls are closing in! and why does it feel so hot in here?!" Hiro started to fumble with his sweater feeling sweat pouring down his face.
"And.. and.. and!" Hiro couldn't spea
Golden Rule: Scarred MessageGolden Rule: Scarred Message
"Hey Ashni." Spoke Seiko as Ashni turned to him. He was holding a piece of mail that was dipped in brown. There was a red seal on it. Ashni blinked as Seiko continued "Here's to you, my queen." "Thank... you?" Ashni asked, blinking again. Seiko took it as an excuse and exited out of Ashni's room. She looked at the mail before her and blinked. She shouldn't have received any mail at this time of day. She glanced around at the room before allowing her right paw to open the flap of the mail. Releasing it from its prison, she took out the black piece of paper. She blinked again and raised her eyebrow. "This... wasn't expected." She wondered as she stood up. Walking across the room, she came across her own dipping paint and a group of clippers hanged above her.
She dipped the black paper into the paint and took it out. The drops of white dripped underneath as Ashni wiped the paper with her paw and hanged it up using one of the clippers. She gave
Good Morning “Good morning?” Nightmare flicked his eyes’ gaze from the stacked words of his book to the doorway. A small amount of light found its way into the bedroom. Most likely from a torch or candle in the hallway. Lock hung her head and held a pillow in her arms.
"Can I sleep with you?” She asked softly. Her eyes were glued to her feet in embarrassment. None of her usual piercings were in, nor did she wear her back brace, much to Nightmare’s despair.
“Isn’t it a little early in the day and a little too late in your life for you to ask something like this?” Lord Nightmare sighed and padded the puffy comforter next to him. Lock obliged and slunk over to him. She slid under the covers and laid the pillow down. Shaking his head, the merciful ruler patted his castilian on the head. “Good night."
BunnyWhen he called my name and asked me to come and sit up on his lap, patting his knees with that funny smile of his. I had been busy tapping the glass on the office aquarium and I watched as the fish came at me, then turned and scattered like leaves in the afternoon breeze.
Funny the things you remember. I remember the fish tank and the purple shirt that I was wearing, but I don’t remember how I got there or what I was doing before that that day.
I turned and ran to papa and sat on his lap; I could still smell the smoke on him from a cigarette that he must have had before this whole event. He always smelled like smoke and I became accustomed to it, even enjoying it at times. His kisses were wet, and I complained when he would kiss me and wipe them off with the back of my small, ungraceful hand.
I remember looking around the waiting room, wondering at all of the sad faces sitting there. I remember that one man in particular was sitting crossed legged on the floor, the way that they
"Mommy? Is Uncle Josiah coming to see us today?"
I looked down at my 5 year old daughter Nevaeh. Her dark black hair curly to perfection in her ponytails. Her brown eyes full of hope to see her favorite uncle.
"He is. How did you know?"
A mischievous grin appeared on her face. "I called him. And I told him to come see us. And to take you out on a date. Because he loves you."
I looked at her in disbelief. "He said yes to this? How could you? You know he is really busy with his band. You can't tear him away like that. What if he cancelled something really important just because you wanted to see him?"
"I'm sorry Mommy. I didn't think of that. Will he forgive me?"
"I think so. He does love you even when you are naughty."
With this she started jumping up and down excitedly.
I let her continue as I finished getting ready for our date. If you could call it that. It's more like a friendly dinner with the father of your 2 children. I still love him dearly but am saddened by the fact he
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