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Hand hovering over the door handle, Lucy pauses. The smell of burned plastic makes her gag and she winces as she imagines the scene beyond. The fire has destroyed her once-pristine dining room, although she acknowledges, it had been unusable for a while. Six months to be exact. Ever since Tim moved his collection in. “Only temporary,” he’d said when she protested. “Just while I sort them out.” Temporary my foot. In fact,...

I discovered gardening recently. Yes, I know I didn't invent sticking some seeds in the dirt and hoping it turns into something, I mean I recently discovered the hobby, which is now an obsession of mine. Growing up, my father had a vegetable patch. I remember very vividly each summer looking at the bumper crop of sweet corn, tomatoes, cabbages and herbs that had grown. Back then it hadn't interested me. I think because it...

Stalker

When you want something ...

Oooh you are here, at long last I have met you. Sitting cozy by yourself in the center of the hall as if you are a Hollywood celebrity A-list. Looking at you, wanting more to have you. I can't decide if to approach you or just stand beside you looking, checking if you are beautiful inside as you are outside. My hand wanted to touch you itching to feel how good you are, to read you and know what you are thinking. To learn...

I see your eyes avertAs I cross your path Inside it makes me smileI know you had it planned Your feelings are so strong for meYou cannot stay away But you’re so shyAs you pass byYou dare not speak my name Each day you’re thereAnd so am II know you have it timed Phone in handTo make it seemYou’re fully occupied I’m so sureAll it will takeIs that I give a sign Our eyes will meetOur hearts collideAnd I know you’ll be mine We...

You buried me, but I came back. We made mistakes. I forgive you. That's what love is. Forgiveness. Intimacy. Studying the cracks in one's heart as if they're your own. Just remember, I love you like no other.I'm watching you now. You're even more beautiful as you sleep. I remember our nights here. You'd rest in my arms and I'd watch over you.There were no complications . No doubts or jealousy. No competition for your hear...

The News - Only Much, Much Later: Learning From Old Magazines

Wisdom. Believe it or not, you can find it between the pages of old magazines - kind of.

You’re reading magazines wrong. See, if you’re anything like me, you treat these magazine things* as highly disposable sources of information. You buy them (or steal them, I guess, and shame on you), read them once (if that) and then never touch them again. You get that sweet, sweet content fix you were looking for. Then it’s over. Maybe you throw the mags away. Maybe you store them in huge piles that threaten to tip over...

Obsession

Why I will never re marry.

Stares and cries..oh what a sight The ring on her finger catches the light She closes her eyes and tries to forget What she had done, so full of regret Weeks ago she told him no That she didn't want him and had to go So how was she here in this awful dress Married and crying, her life such a mess She remembers how she used to be Cheeky and fun the life of the party When they met he seemed so nice And she had wanted to cal...

One Life, Dedicated Entirely to Her

They told him life is richer when you don't just live for yourself - so he lived it for her instead.

John was four when he first met Emily - and his world would never be the same again.She was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, and they had so much in common: she loved dinosaurs and robots and horses; she wished her parents would let her run around more; she was his age almost to the day.There was just one little difference. John was just a regular kid. Emily was something else entirely - already a rising Hollywood child...

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When I met youWant and needHad teamed togetherBlinding me  Though learning that your girls beforeWere battled-scarredI was so sureThe blame did not belong with youI missed the signsIgnored the cluesAnd when the snake uncoiled and struckI was ashamed, yet so in loveYour flicking tongueYour piercing eyesHave me feeling mesmerizedYour flexing formSo smooth and paleWinds around me like a veil Every day when I awakeI think of...

I needed you;  Where were you?You promised me, you know -I needed you;Where were you?And then you didn’t show - I needed you;Where were you?It happened once again -I needed you;Where were you?You lost track of time with friends - I needed you;Where were you?I’ve had it up to here -I needed you;  Where were you?Have I made that clear? I needed you;Where were you?I am done with this -I needed you;Where were you?Don’t give m...

Doubt

Tell me; don't tell me

Pecking, peckingAt my brainShe has a smile so pretty -  Tapping, tapping  In my headI have to know: "who is she?"Searching, searching  On the net -What is their connection?Scrolling, scrollingThrough the blogsTortured by the tension -Looking, lookingInstagramIs that his arm around her?Show me, show meFacebook friendsThe answer in a post there -Say it, say itPinterest pageWhat things is she planning?Help me, help meTwitter...

Remember How It Used To Be

Divorce is never easy.

She stares and cries..oh what a sight The ring on her finger catches the light She closes her eyes and tries to forget What she had done, so full of regret Weeks ago she told him no That she didn't want him and had to go So how was she here in this awful dress Married and crying her life such a mess She remembers how she used to be Cheeky and fun the life of the party When they met he seemed so nice And she had wanted to...

Be Thankful

Consider yourself warned...

If I were near you, Lying beside you, You would have awoken to the feel of my lips on your body, The pull of my tongue and the wanderings of my hands Devouring you, Me tasting the sweet saltiness that is my reward Sparing not a drop I would be the sun that rises to meet you. You would flourish fully in my light. I would have fitted myself against you perfectly, Spread myself and wrapped my intentions around you. There wou...

Tasting the Stone Shell

A story of obsession set in Shanghai in the 1980's

I had decided to visit Shanghai with the flurry of movement that invaded the city at that point in time after the war. This decision I took for my interest in the city, but mainly because of my subconscious desire to escape mounting debts, and an unrequited love back home in Marseilles. I took up a low, unglamorous room in the French quarter of the city, hardly surrounded by friends- but at least people living on the same...