Falling

When I was sixteen and naive...

Submitted by Bridget on Sun, 01/08/2012 - 21:32

How much?
Too much maybe, but less than you deserve.
Not enough, but for me it's overwhelming.
This feeling - it's incredible, warming,
potentially heartbreaking,
but worth it all the same.

How much?
Enough that I can close my eyes and fly
and at the same time, fatally crash.
So intense,
like thunder, wind, the color red,
110 mph and going faster,
adrenaline.

How much?
I wish I could show you.
It's there,
look,
you'll see it.
I won't hide it from you.

Bridget's Adventures in the Towel Cupboard, Flashbacks (2)

Submitted by Bridget on Wed, 07/29/2009 - 03:58

Flashbacks (2)

 Bridget stepped up to the scaffold.  She couldn’t even think straight.  She didn’t know why she was being executed.  Her head was down and her hair partly covered her face.  Out in the sea of faces before her, she saw Jordan and Kevin.  They didn’t even see her.  She looked farther.  There was her dad.  He was looking at her and laughing.  Fury surged up in her and she threw her hair back and looked him straight in the eyes.  He stopped laughing.  She looked back at her friends.  They were staring at her now in horror.  Then she woke up.

Sea eyes, Prologue

Submitted by Bridget on Thu, 05/07/2009 - 03:51
I'm kind of having a writers block problem with The Scarred Goddess, so I'm going to work on this a little too. Just so you know, Xotirra is pronounced Zo-Teer-Ah. I'll post more of The Scarred Goddess as soon as I can. Tell me what you guys think of this one.

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Paper Faces

Submitted by Delaney on Sun, 03/09/2008 - 22:10
Written on July 8th, 2007, at Ventura Beach, California.

Paper faces on the water
Barely leave us room to breathe.
Empty eyeholes staring out,
Floating, lonely, on the sea.
Crashing up against the shoreline
Rising, falling, till they break.
Rising up until we sink.
Falling down until we're free.