BatB High School 2BatB High School 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Father?" Belle called as she knocked on the door entering the classroom. It smelled of sawdust and spray paint. She held the back of her hand to her nose, softly as she searched around the workshop. A large clatter echoed around the room and she called again glancing around the tables. "Pere?"
"How on earth did that happen, dog gonnit?" Her father growled from the ground beneath one of his machines.
"Are you alright, Pere?" she asked spotting his feet and sitting on a stool near him.
"I'm about ready to give up on this piece of junk," he growled kicking the empty stool near his foot.
She laughed softly and cupped her chin in her palm. "You always say that."
"I mean it this time, I'll never get this boneheaded contraption to work." He slipped back beneath the machine and began tinkering away again, her father's child like 'curse words' slipping occasionally from his mouth.
"Yes, you will," she prompted like she always did. Talking her father down from his figurative ledge of despair. H
Glowing EmbersHow stupid can a person be?Glowing Embers7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fascinated by a flame of fire
Reaches out tender fingers
To touch, to feel, to know -
Tears flow down to cool the burns
Pain, throbbing through the veins.
Quick to heal, slow to learn;
Vision clear once again.
Reach out tender fingers
Relentlessly: to know.
Tears flow down, filled with regret
Vows to never come close again
Broken as soon as heart
Manages to make amends.
Again, drawn closer to the fire
Like a moth to a flame
One day, the fire will cool
Will be kind of enough...
To warm the soul without burning it.
E:WSAG Ch.5 Pt.1E:WSAG Ch.5 Pt.17 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I awoke in my room with my covers kicked from the bed, light seeping through the window, and that obnoxious beeping sound once again penetrating my barrier of sleep. I grumbled and sat up, wincing when my arm was pulled by strings of fabric attached to the slit following down the skin.
I realized that in the process of cutting my arm she had ripped my coat. I sighed and slowly picked the strings out of the cut and held my arm to my chest as I ripped the cord to the alarm clock out of the wall. I resisted the urge to throw it across the room and stood up as I went downstairs for more gauze.
I didnt have to worry about my mother waking up and attacking me again. She was passed out cold from her night of drinking and she wouldnt have enough energy, or probably even remember, what had happened the night before. Only that she was angry with me for being late.
When I reached the kitchen I pulled down a first aid kit and a bottle of aspirin. I downed for tablets and began cleaning