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Through The Eyes of a Child
Clean and white like snow,
Fresh and transparent scent of radiant tones,
Smile of thousand Angel’s songs ,
caused acres to bloom.
While bees sipped honeys,
A laughter amid a walk
To plow seeds of joy along the coast,
Whispers of birds in forest trees,
Told stories of the ABC’s carved in their trunks,
Blown away by a breeze,
Happiness took flight in the midst of the blue...
A peek in the light of the sun....not pursued,
In need of a well to fill up a thirsty cup,
A gaze at grey clouds shaped like...
Fresh and transparent scent of radiant tones,
Smile of thousand Angel’s songs ,
caused acres to bloom.
While bees sipped honeys,
A laughter amid a walk
To plow seeds of joy along the coast,
Whispers of birds in forest trees,
Told stories of the ABC’s carved in their trunks,
Blown away by a breeze,
Happiness took flight in the midst of the blue...
A peek in the light of the sun....not pursued,
In need of a well to fill up a thirsty cup,
A gaze at grey clouds shaped like...
#dreams
#Fanfiction
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
#daughter
17 reads
7 Comments
The Return
The Return”
Chapter:1
The yellow satin shirt hangs down in a fine tailored fit manner,I looked at the inscription on each side of my French cuffs, the words “The Most BeuTIAful”tells tails of a forever romantic lush banner,
The Calligraphy of stylistics, betcha by golly wow of violet, red Rose and lavender,
This King waits for the Queen patiently to give a slow sensual kiss from the top lip to the pulling of the bottom lip, circling of the tongues marks for each day of the 12 months On the purple calendar,
Come remove the studs on the front of my shirt...
Chapter:1
The yellow satin shirt hangs down in a fine tailored fit manner,I looked at the inscription on each side of my French cuffs, the words “The Most BeuTIAful”tells tails of a forever romantic lush banner,
The Calligraphy of stylistics, betcha by golly wow of violet, red Rose and lavender,
This King waits for the Queen patiently to give a slow sensual kiss from the top lip to the pulling of the bottom lip, circling of the tongues marks for each day of the 12 months On the purple calendar,
Come remove the studs on the front of my shirt...
#romantic
#erotic
#ShortStory
#dialogue
#sensual
21 reads
2 Comments
A fork, a knife and a spoon
My wife only wants me to spoon her when she's hammered
Any other time, she don't want me near
That's ok
I actually despise her and spooning
One night she came home incredibly drunk
She was all over the place
Stumbling, making no sense
Fell backwards into my cabinet
Breaking some heirloom figurines I had from my family
No apology, nothing
My blood was beginning to boil
I yelled at her, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!"
I was tired, so I went to bed
Few moments later she came into bed
She was frisky and...
Any other time, she don't want me near
That's ok
I actually despise her and spooning
One night she came home incredibly drunk
She was all over the place
Stumbling, making no sense
Fell backwards into my cabinet
Breaking some heirloom figurines I had from my family
No apology, nothing
My blood was beginning to boil
I yelled at her, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!"
I was tired, so I went to bed
Few moments later she came into bed
She was frisky and...
#wife
#murder
#food
#ShortStory
#horror
58 reads
14 Comments
The Invited Guest
One moonlit night I was in my convertible driving through the city of Las Vegas, NV
After losing a lot of cash and getting into a fight with my wife
I went to see a silent film for mature audiences only
As I was leaving the city limits, heading back home in California
I saw a hitchhiker waving me down
He looked mousey, a little disheveled but I felt bad for him
He told me his name was Sid
I asked him where he was headed
He said, “Anywhere you’re going, I’m fine with.”
I thought that was odd
He told me that he was coming from a desert grave...
After losing a lot of cash and getting into a fight with my wife
I went to see a silent film for mature audiences only
As I was leaving the city limits, heading back home in California
I saw a hitchhiker waving me down
He looked mousey, a little disheveled but I felt bad for him
He told me his name was Sid
I asked him where he was headed
He said, “Anywhere you’re going, I’m fine with.”
I thought that was odd
He told me that he was coming from a desert grave...
#courage
#murder
#cars
#ShortStory
#mystery
59 reads
6 Comments
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