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Streets of gold chpt.7Streets of gold chpt.72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...„
Chapter 7
"I'm sorry, Bill.„ Georg was sitting next to me on my bed, rubbing my back lightly. I didn't turn over to look at him. I was comfortable and content with laying on my side. "It's not your fault,„ I stated after a while of neither of us talking. "He deserved it.„ the faint light from the small lamp across the room was giving off enough illumination that the room was lit up with an orange hue, it was calming. Georg kept rubbing my back. "I know he did, and that's why I did what was needed. Please don't be mad at me. I don't want you to be mad at me.„ h
It's youSo each day we have to find a way to be unique. I've been there before and I know it hurts. I know about the crying every night and the frustration in the morning when nothing's right.It's you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trust me, I want nothing more than to hold you and take away all that pain.
But please, if you ever feel sad or scared, remember me and I'll always be here.
All I can do is smile when I see you 'cause I can't comprehend enough thought to spit out 'I love you'.
'Cause I scream your name when I awake from a nightmare.
Just begging you to be there.
I whisper your name when I wake,
From another beautiful slumber.
When I see your face, I just break up
Remember the wordsIf I'm wasting my lifeRemember the words2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Then time just doesn't matter
I am just waiting
For an honest word, forever
My lips are turning blue
From the ice that forms around me
For thinking about it all
The song, word, the love in the letter
The autumn leaves fall to the ground
And the drops of water on my fingers
There's never anything new
But the words the wind does whisper
Streets of gold chpt.2Streets of gold chpt.22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...„
Chapter 2
I kept a tight grip on Tom's arm as I continued pulling him down the street. I still didn't know what I was really doing. I mean, I just met him, how am I going to introduce my life into his? Jesus, why does shit like this always happen to me. I always get stuck in the most stupid of situations, then it takes me years to back out of them. I don't know, I just don't know. I'll start off like I normally would. I'll get to know him, he'll get to know me, we'll be friends. Just friends and that's it. Nothing else, just friends at heart.
I slowed down with my walking pace s
LoveNo matter how sick she is or how bad she's looking at the moment,Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You still see her as the most beautiful person in the world.
And if you're really in love,
You don't care about all the other girls that are standing in line for you.
You don't want another night with any person.
You just want her. ♥
Happy endingI've always been believingHappy ending2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That if only I'll fight hard enough
There'll be a way for us
But perhaps the best way for us
Is to go seperate ways while sometimes meeting
As friends, and not as lovers
If two people
Though they try so hard
Keep on making each other sad
It is time to let go.
Thank you for realzing...
I couldn't have brought it over my lips.
Though my heart is crying
It remains unbroken
'Cause we've told each other everything
And there is nothing to be mad about.
Though my heart is crying
It remains open
For the one who'll love me
By his own free will.
Blind Eyes: Chapter 5•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Blind Eyes: Chapter 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
5. Small Game
He'd finished with the Eastern hemisphere quickly and efficiently. Thwei'r'ka was surprised how many hidden bases there had been. But it didn't impress him. He gained nothing from them. As a Cleanser, he never took trophies, neither was he permitted to take any. The more confusing he acted to indigenous that knew of the Yaut'ja race, the better Cleansers could do their job
Der Krieger und die Heilerin„Vielleicht finde ich eine MelodieDer Krieger und die Heilerin2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Für die mit gebrochenem Herzen
Mit dem Pfeil in der Brust...
Es wird alles vorbei gehen
Wenn wir nur füreinander einstehen,
Dann können die bösen Geister heimgehen..."
-Xavier Naidoo
In einem kleinen Dorf an der Nordküste gab es einen jungen Krieger, der verwundet in einem Heerlager lag. Der Schweiß tropfte von seiner Stirn; er hatte Fieber, denn seine Wunde hatte sich entzündet.Vor seinem Auge tauchten Bilder der Schlacht auf: Er erstach den Feind mit seinen eigenen Händen, der fiel vor ihm auf den Boden, schrie, zitterte, rief den Namen seiner Frau...
W
TANK bioName: Kevin Bull (Call em TANK)TANK bio2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: 26
Current occupation: USS agent
Bio: TANK was the middle child of 5 kids in his family. He never really said much about it, when he was little he always wanted to be a solider. But when he grew to the age of 13 his parents died in a gas leak. Sending him and his siblings to the orphanage. Where he met Don Kalvin, his current partner in crime. The two quickly became friends and when the time came when the orphanage was attacked TRASH and TANK were taken to the USS training facility. Once there, there friendship grew stronger as a result TRACK and TRASH both have the same feeling of Umbrella
FireworkFirework2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A little girl stands, on the fourth of July, and is wowed by all that she sees. The colorful sparks that are being thrown into the air, reflect in her eyes. She is too young to know what this is all about, but joy is all she can feel. It's not just joy though. No, it's pure joy. The kind of clean joy that leaves you happy for years to come. The kind of joy that makes you want to dance or sing or cry from happiness. She feels it deep inside, and all she can do is stand paralyzed by the dazing fireworks. She grasps her mother's hand and feels the happiness well up inside of her. A smile is all she can comprehend of what is happening in her worl
Blind Eyes: Chapter 4•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Blind Eyes: Chapter 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
4. Rejected
An alert flashed up on her goggle screen. Damn, that was fast, she thought. She was approaching Key West already.
Shifting gears to descend, she watched the tropical looking islands come into view. This place had been her home as long as she could remember. It was warm all year round and wet. She loved it.
It hadn't changed much in the last century as far as she knew. It h
So Peter does care"Why do you need me anymore! You have Terence!" Peter flung off his cap and stopped around the room. Tinkerbell flew nervously around him, trying to explain. "No! No! I understand now! I have Wendy and you have Terence! We can't have each other! It just won't work Tink!"So Peter does care2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The dust swirling around Tink turned blue and fell to the ground. "Besides," Said Peter, plopping into his hammock. "Who wants a stupid fairy who wears an acorn for a hat!"
Tinkerbell roused up in a furry.
"No! I didn't mean it!" He said. Tinkerbell stamped her little foot and went into her hole.
"Tink? Tink? Where are you?" Peter said while he looked around the never
Erica Burnside's DiaryErica Burnside is my OC shes Steve's little sister shes about 12 when shes writing this.Erica Burnside's Diary2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
June/1/1998
Mommy bought me a little book, she calls it a dairy. Now I can write in it just like all the other girls at my school. Speaking of witch, I wonder how there summer is going so far... But everyone picked on me anyway. No one was really my friend... Mommy says its because I'm a nice girl and no one likes the nice girls.... I only have one question, why? I thought being nice was a good thing? Is it because I'm smaller? No, thats not it. I'm about average sized among them, but I wish I could at least have one friend. Steve says i
To the Ailing one..To the one needing help, have I lost the power to save?To the Ailing one..1 month ago in Emotional More Like This
To the one needing comfort, does the warmth of my hugs still last and give strength
anymore?
To the one needing a home, is my shelter still a suitable place to spend the night?
To the one needing something to eat, do you still find delight from filling your belly with
meals I can prepare?
To the one needing support, is my all still giving you the power to keep walking through pain?
To the one needing hope, are my words still enough to inspire it?
This Table of mine..I look around at this table of mine, an old wooden table that has withstood the test of time.This Table of mine..1 month ago in Emotional More Like This
It has seen better days than mine own; deserving much better than I could have ever give.
It has seen friendships grow, loving expressions blossom, wonderful saying that fill the heart
with delight over a lovely meal, never showing a lack of joy of being used in that way.
But it has also seen friendships end, love's betrayal made clear, sour shouting that fill the
heart with grief from the discord of foul words, though endure the pain of it of it all.
But still, your frame is strong enough to withstand even that, to see our shame through to
the end.
You are wise in your years of service, knowing how to care for our needs.
You offer us a place to rest our head when the world seems too much to bear, a place to
recline after a long hard day of work, to read a fantastic tale with refreshments at the ready,
a place where people of d
Heart and SoulMy head on your chest,Heart and Soul5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your pulse in my ear,
My leg across you,
Just touching you there...
Your hand on my face,
Palm brushing my cheek,
Electric caresses,
Now I can't speak...
Moments of silence,
The sound of soft sighs...
I'm drowning myself,
Gazing into your eyes...
Your look so intense,
It seems to demand..
My soul in your heart,
and
My heart in your hand...
Dear SantaDear Santa, I have been goodDear Santa5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But then you knew I would
You watch me all year long
Trying to catch me doing wrong
I keep my eyes open wide
Looking for where trouble might hide
Not that I want to find it you see
I want it to stay away from me
The tree is up and lights are strung
The holiday season has begun
Bright wrapped presents underneath
Wrapped tightly so no one peeks
I don't have much on my list this year
Just to be loved and have good cheer
My family to be safe and loved
To see them smile and to be hugged
Laughter around the fireplace
The healthy glow on everyone's face
That is what I wish for this year
Thank you Santa for lendi
Please WaitPlease Wait8 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I could see the light grow faint behind the hustle and bustle of New York City as the sun set in the west. Flakes of snow were cascading from the sky; the city was covered in a thin cloak of frozen splendor. I was in awe at how marvelous it was, my first time seeing snow, and yet I felt no excitement. I had a pain in my chest as I walked hand-in-hand with my father. It was 13 blocks from my grandfather's house to the church. I had walked these 13 blocks months ago in the warmth of summer, playfully making fun of how my father walked with his toes pointed outward, exactly like my Grandpa Jan. Now I felt hardly ali
the peculiarities of lifethe peculiarities of life8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Endlessly... we fall...
connecting through
cognetive strenght as we
endeavor the practice of
never looking back...
trembling hands
reaching out for
intricate parts of reality...
concerned... we fall...
Positive emotions dance happily
as morning mist turns into droplets that
run down the side of your face like tears
and I rejoice while we
climb as
high as can be,
up into the sky, over the clouds - over the sea
time slows down... stops...
endlessly... we fly!
Freefalling ... waiting for the wacky 'chute to open
Falling further and further away from the ground
silently ... without a sound ... we rise
Return to Ballyickeen - Chapter 16Return to Ballyickeen - Chapter 1610 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good morning Sean," Maura said. "I brought along a sandwich in case you didn't have anything to eat this morning."
"Thanks Maura. Not knowing how long I will be here, I'm being careful to conserve my food, so I didn't eat much. It's for sure I can use this. Thank you."
Maura had already been waiting when I arrived at the bridge the next morning. After I finished the sandwich, we walked over to the farm where my family and I had lived.
"Grady tried to tell the Earl that you gave him the farm before you left, but the Earl, such as he is, insisted that as a criminal, you had no property rights. Of course, he took possession of the farm
Return to Ballyickeen - Chapter 15Return to Ballyickeen - Chapter 1510 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 15
When the town of Ballyickeen came within a five minute walk, I inspected myself to be sure that I had not overlooked something that might identify me as an outsider. Before leaving Boston, Mr. Cohen had arranged for me to get clothing from some recent immigrants from Ireland. It was my hope that the change in clothing, along with my beard, added to the number of years it had been since I had left Ireland, should help eliminate any recognition problems. I doubted anyone would recognize me out of hand, but more importantly, I didn't want my appearance to draw undue attention and speculation as to who I might be.
Half a block fr
Return to Ballyickeen - Chapter 14Return to Ballyickeen - Chapter 1410 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 14
Following supper, Chance and Patrick had been bathed, warmed by the fire, and put to bed for the night. Mariska, Senta, and Dover sat around the table, drinking coffee from a pot that had just come off the fire. The conversation was sparse as they listened to the crackling of the fire inside the cabin, and the howling winds outside the cabin walls. For three days and nights, they had been held prisoner inside the cabin as they listened to the unrelenting blizzard winds roaring down through the mountain passes. Fortunately, they had not been caught unaware. The hard work they had all put in as they prepared for the arrival of
Sta.sh
