The Courage to LoveThe cab screeched to a halt in front of Good Shepherd Hospital. Skye stumbled out, pulling a twenty from her wallet and handing it to the driver. Struggling with her purse a moment, she tucked her wallet back inside. She was late. It had been happening more and more often with her after school activities taking up more of her time. Before, when she was still in junior high, she was able to make her meetings with Alex on time. But since starting high school, sheʼd become involved in many extracurricular activities. She knew Alex understood and didnʼt hold it against her. Still, the guilt ate at her.The Courage to Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was rare for him to be home, often spending weeks or months in the hospital when he had a relapse. She knew he was lonely and visited as often as she could. It seemed to help and the perpetual sadness that enveloped many of the other patients escaped him. Even then, she knew it was hard for him. Skye was his best friend and she did what she could to be there whenever he needed h
The Courage to Love: conclusionThe Courage to Love: conclusion3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Skye followed her father through the doors of the surgical wing in silence. Padraic kept his face forward and expressionless. The silence played heavily on Skye's nerves and she wished to break it. At the same time, she was afraid to. What if her father told her that Alex wouldn't make it? Would she be able to keep walking down this corridor if she knew only sadness waited at the other end? So she kept quiet, her fingers fidgeting within the pockets of her jacket.
As they neared the end of the hall, Skye noticed they were heading toward the recovery rooms. A spark of hope lit within her and she turned to her father. His smile beamed down at her.
"Daddy?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"He's going to be fine," he said. "It was tricky for a while there, but he pulled through. He has an amazing will to live."
"Thank-you, daddy!" she cried, throwing her arms around his waist.
Loki's Princess: Chapter OneLoki's Princess: Chapter One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
WARNING: spoilers!!! Do NOT read if you don't want to know anything that happens beyond chapter 36.
“Princess,” Loki called as Nakaba shook her head clear of the Arcana of Time. “Was it Caesar again?”
Nakaba gazed out over the balcony. “He has done what he needed to do, just as I have done what I needed to,” she said, detached.
Loki took a step toward her, wishing for nothing more than to wrap her in his arms. She continued to stare out at nothing in particular. As the sun sank behind the horizon, she finally turned to him. Adele chose that time to make his appearance.
“Nakaba,” he sighed. “How many times have I told you not to allow other men into your bedchamber? You are my wife and I don’t want any other man in here, especially w
In Memory of YouI wish that I could see you now;In Memory of You3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
just one more look at you
Your eyes are perfect as they are;
so what if they're not blue
The way that you would look at me
sent shivers down my spine
You'd say to me, "You're beautiful;
I'm glad that you're all mine"
I loved it when I'd touch your hair
and take your curls in hand
I wondered what it would be like,
us lying in the sand
I miss you so it hurts to think
how life is without you
I wish that when I'd wake from sleep
my dreams would all be true
I would be with you every day
until the end of time
Oh what a life I'd have with you,
that would be sublime
But dreams are all for dreamers
who fantasize at heart
I really should have made the leap,
from the very start.
Sadist - Chapter 1It started a normal day, like any other day. Esther was walking home from preschool with her loving father. At the innocent age of six, she was carefree and joyful; humming a happy tune as she walked alongside her parent.Sadist - Chapter 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In her hands Esther held a plush toy of a horse; its deep blue color of its soft material matched her beautiful eyes. Her hair was a silky black color and flowed down her back. She got her hair from her mother, and her eyes were from her father.
Esther’s mother died when she was only three years old. She couldn’t remember how she had died, but she could still remember her loving face and lovely voice singing a lullaby to her. Her mother and father used to sing her to sleep, but ever since her mother had died, her father never sang that song again. There were too many memories in those sweet verses.
Father was the only one she had in this world, and she was perfectly fine with that. They walked to the preschool together and back every day, sometimes he woul