It has never escaped your memory. It lives within you still. Pulsing along the veins of your passions. The innocence revealed. It never passed away. It stayed until you remembered once again. Forever recalled each amazing satisfaction you discovered once upon a time and once again. Innocence foretold in the touch of hands. With new love returned the old, continuing to live in the visions revealed. In wonderment, in eter...
I come up on deck laughing... then freeze, instantly transported in time. That smell, that unforgettable cloying aroma of funnel cake and sunburned skin leaves me reeling mid-laughter. I start trembling where I stand, unprepared for the whirring picture reel of memories that appear unbidden behind blindly staring eyes. I don't notice Bob talking. I don't notice anything except the screams of children living life at their...
Laurie, Laurie, lay your locks down low, (and smother me with cream soda kisses). Let us skip away the day, wearing only an August sunset, and dance on the Lilly pads. We’ll make love to the harvest moon, for life, is beautiful. Laurie, Laurie, gather seeds to sow, (and get me drunk with amaretto kisses). Let us build a bonfire that burns deep, and scream each other's name into the night. We’ll hold each other close, ke...
An ancient hollow down that twisting lane Damp mists caressed and kissed with early dew.Twas always such a deep and drear terrain Where dusty serrate leaves the oaks would strew.Bare feet were jostling piles as we would stroll,While touching sweating palms, along a path.Then innocently kissed upon a knoll And saw beyond the glen that far off strath. We dreamt of living where all joy was green,Where people didn't spread th...
2 "Another round over here!" Owen shouted towards the bartender. The bartender nodded and grabbed two more beers. Owen and Jay were drunk off their asses and we all watched as Jay struck out with a girl at the bar table. I could not help but feel kind of bad for him; but in her defense, I'd watched as he drunkenly muttered the same cliché pick up line to three other girls within the last twenty minutes. A song came on tha...
1 "Lucy! They're coming to town, it's the last stop on their tour! We have to go, we just have to!" Mia exclaimed, excitedly showing me her computer screen. "Tickets are seventy five bucks, Mia. Can we afford that?" I asked, squinting at the tiny text. "Sure, we'll find a way to make it work. Why should we have a food budget for next week when we could go see them in concert instead?" She asked. "Because everyone knows co...
Preface Lucy "Ms. Combs, I realize the school year is coming to an end, but that does not give you an excuse to not pay attention," Mr. Peters said, snapping me out of my daze and bringing me back down to earth. "Sorry," I replied quietly, wishing I could sink into my sweatshirt. I felt my face turn a deep red. He motioned for me to take out my earbud and I reluctantly did so. I was listening to the latest release from my...
I had always heard stories of the prince of the pond, but had never seen him in real life. I mean, why would I have ever seen him, he lived in the castle at the edge of the lake, surrounded by the great big thistle shrubs. No one ever came out that went inside the shrubs. Oh how I dreamed of one day, getting a glimpse of the prince. I often thought of ways to get inside, or close to the castle. But I never had the courage...
"Stay with me, baby stay with me. Tonight don't leave me alone. Walk with me, come and walk with me to the edge of all we've ever known... You know I could not want you more than I did right then as our heads leaned in..." -Parachute, Kiss Me Slowly. Under the moon, Hold my hand, Skip with me Down this golden dirt road, Don't run, Allow me to lean close, into your warmth And feel your lips on mine. I don't know how this w...
It was a real hair-pulling, clothes tearing, head knocking, rolling in the dirt, screaming and hollering catfight between two high school girls. At issue was which one would get to be the, let’s just say, the latest flame of a guy by the name of Sonny Barnhill.It’s what they thought, anyway. That’s why I sat in a front row seat, enjoying the show but worrying about what might happen afterward.Now some of you may be wonder...
Franc sat stirring his coffee, bored and frustrated. Wondering why he had agreed to manage his father’s art gallery. Not one person had visited the gallery all week. I’m going to stand up to him, he thought, and tell him that I do not have to jump at every command he gives me. I should be my own man. I shouldn’t have left my last job for this. To his relief a tall blond man walked into the gallery. He walked around the r...
