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I was raised to believe That everything happens for a reason. It doesn’t matter if that is good or badThere will always be a purpose. So what happened between us? In those precious few moments When we held each other tightand passionately kissing over and over. To the moments you told me During a voice call when you told me That you loved me for the very first timeAll must have had a reason. But know you have left And I c...

The Strange White Man Part 24

Stiles confronts Holly

They chatted late into the Evening about the upcoming visit. Each person had a task to perform once they arrived in town and it was gone over repeatedly to ensure there were no mistakes. As Holly bustled about performing her house cleaning tasks Lafayette decided to speak to Carpenter outside, he used the premise of staying out of Holly's way. "You should think about marrying that girl," Lafayette said. "Why would I do th...

Waiting for Your Call

A man wanting more from a relationship.

It is almost midnight on a Saturday night and I am waiting for your call.  This started six weeks ago when you caught your idiot of a boyfriend cheating on you. I happened to be in the neighborhood bar where you wanted to cry and get drunk. You sat next to me at the bar and got yourself a cranberry juice and vodka. I just happened to be there because I needed some human company for the night. I could tell you were holding...

Eventide

Short story for AP English Language about the year 2050

Staring out into the falling sun I was reminded of the colors that it used to hold. Such reds, yellows, and smears of the infinite shades that lie between. I often imagine them at all times of the day, not just at this one, when the sun lowers itself somewhere it can hide for the night. I only wish that I could do the same. The nighttime is when the Mysteries come out. I think that they do. We are always told to never loo...

You are my king

Promising new romance

You came into my life when I was hurt and confused,  I kept you at a distance so you wouldn't feel used. I turned to you through all of the ups and the downs,  No matter how bad it got you were always around.  One day I decided to give you a chance, You smiled wide and took me by the hands.  Experiencing a connection is quite a rare thing, Very few get to feel the joy that it brings. Although we haven't been together for...

 Holly was enjoying her time in the territorial capital. She spend a lot of time shopping, not an easy task since most of the stores had closed by the time she was up and active. She solved the problem by leaving an envelope for the morning concierge with her orders and instructions on where the packages should be shipped, either back home or delivered to her hotel room. She was renowned for her generous tips so never had...

December Skies

Are the seasons but a step in our journey, or a picture we see along the way?

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Deep azure wells turned upside down,Fathoms of years above my headWhere the stars of faerie coins wink brightlyAnd shine upwards to the earth below.The Snow Queen flies, her minions a-flurryTo serve the haughty, ice-crowned witch.The earth beneath her royal trainLies lost in slumber, deep, dark sleep.Pine trees spike into the sk...

A red moon behind me rises Turning my closing tear to bloodHead held up high in crisisFacing the setting sun, I scud Casting shadows tallOver the agone life-trainLife is a pendulous fallMaybe worth the pain Creatures of the night sparkEnticing, screaming to ensueRipping everything to starkTurning the red moon blue Crawling through life spentNever losing my soul to iniquityLooking for a way to ascentShaking my head for luc...

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Innocent little miss honey With her seraphic heartBorn on the plains of goldIn pursuit of her American Dream Hitchhiked without moneyTo the sunset for a fresh startInto the City of Angels she rolledOnto the boulevard of broken dreams Broke, she became a bunnyConcrete jungle working her hardThe circus wheel turning to moldForced to produce societies cream A good audition turned her life sunnyShe had been saving smartNot th...

Once In A Blue Moon

Finding a true love is rare.

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere it has been stolen. Once in a blue moon, I glimpse a special soul, Reflections of myself, A sense of being home. Once in a blue moon, Dancing in the moonlight, Rapture, adoration, Imaginary love. Once in a blue moon, Dreaming of being one, Wishes, dreams, magic, Set sail across the sea. Once in a blue moon, Grasping, yet un-reaching, To touch, to s...

One more poem, love found, love lost,One more heartbreak, counting the cost,One more woman refused her prize,One more man with tears in his eyes. They get understanding sorrow, They get hopes for their tomorrow,They get friends to share in their grief,They get promises of relief. These are the things written about,These are the things that count, no doubt,These are the words, these are the acts,These are the works relatin...

Raj put his hands on the ceiling of his cell and pushed to stretch out his muscles. He’d put in a long day pulling out dead cells and loading them on lifts for transport, and installing new cells. He rolled over on his side and spit up his cud and began to chew. He could feel a difference in the texture of his cud because he had splurged on a cup of sweet-feed earlier. He watched the sunset through the clear wall of his c...

Confessions of an Average Teenage Girl

This was very difficult to write and is even more so to post... please be gentle... no harshness...

Sometimes I wanted to cut. I wanted to cut so deep I felt no more and needed no more. And sometimes I wanted to cut so deep I lived no more, but I didn't. I know now that's because I was strong- not saying others are weak, because they aren't- but at the the time I thought I was being weak. I thought because I wanted to numb the pain with physical pain and I couldn't that I was idiotic and stupid and weak. I thought fear...

Incapable

Why do I continue to return?

I trundle through darkened halls again and again breaking free for a time never staying long in the light then plunge I do back into the gloom wandering in the past something I can not undo fear no I should not as I am accustomed been here many time why do I need to return with fear in my heart not liking who I be is this my living Armageddon my ongoing battle who will win when will the finale come I look forward to that...

I've Imagined... But

Originally thought of it as an improv'd song... now it's just a poem.

I've imagined... An apartment, Pet friendly, College in the afternoon, Work in the evening,  Snuggling at night, and spending time with you... Sleeping in the morning, doing it all over again. I've imagined... A career as a midwife, Possibly a nurse, Hours will be harsh, Long, Tiring, but I'll come home to you, make dinner, spend time, curl up, and sleep in arms that love me, that I love. I've imagined... A comfy house, A...