Like the land where he was raised, he held both hardness and tenderness within. Deep bedrock scraped against the tender green closer to his edges making them blur together when he found himself under the spell of her kindness.
Her eyes were earnest and gracious. They were eyes whose beauty he doubted he could ever truly know.
There was no doubt of her intentions as her summer dress fell to the ground leaving only a statue of weathered ivory. She was beautiful in her stillness. He left no doubt of his objective when he embraced her moments later and pressed...
On a Tuesday morning in a tenth-grade math class, Sally smiled and held her paper up to her friend Jenny. Jenny gave her a thumbs up, pleased that she'd helped her friend overcome fear of math.
As the two of them shared this moment of elation, one of their classmates entered the room. The scrap of desks on the floor and screams filled the air, but Sally didn’t hear. She sat transfixed by the instrument of war pointed at her chest. She thought the boy was a friend, but today, she didn’t know his face.
Sally said, “Please wait.” She didn't recognize her voice....
Ten thousand souls must have danced here, I thought feeling the floor creak under my feet. Memories were smudged onto the glass framed photos next to my table.
A girl sang Karaoke. Her voice soared with unexpected respect for the ballad I remembered it from my mother’s record player. “Maybe the sun's light will be dim, and it won't matter anyhow.” The clock on the wall said we were approaching 2 a.m. Her lips shined with a knowing smile. “If morning's echo says we've sinned. Well, it was what I wanted now.”
Gotta little girl she’s sweet as a pumpkin pie Gotta little girl she’s sweet as a pumpkin pie I’m a hungry man and it’s time to eat. Gonna ask her nice if I can have a piece. Gotta little girl she’s sweet as a pumpkin pie
Gotta a little girl she’s hot as a loaf of bread Gotta a little girl she’s hot as a loaf of bread I’m a hungry man and it’s time to eat. Looks to me like the girl’s in heat. Gotta a little girl she’s hot as a loaf of bread
Gotta little girl she’s a sweet little bit of jam. Gotta little girl she’s a...
O worthy and eternal Judge, do not let the pains of death turn us away from you at our last hour. -Book of Prayer
All was silent and the room smelled of old orchids. Her lips were pursed as if remembering a kiss. Her hands lay soft below her breasts, beautiful, but now so pale. She would have liked the color of her nails.
She wore her mother’s wedding ring, a gift from her childhood. It held the promise of purity she kept until we met. My eyes drifted over her remembering, thankful for broken promises.