I. Too Many Voices
I’m dizzy, my head is spinning
My feet swerve across the floor
Which way should I turn?
I can’t make the choice
Too many voices are calling my name
This ringing in my ears is creeping into my mind
II. Slowly Breaking Heart
What I wouldn’t give to just spit it out
Get it over with
Have you tell me no, it can’t be
At least that way, my heart might not break quite as slowly
III. My Valentine?
OOC: This story is based on the song Bloss by Mr Bill and Freddy Todd
Listen to it to get a mental image of what the story feels like.
EXT. ENCAMPMENT - HILL - DAY
The team crouches behind some rocks.
Tuor peeks over one of the boulders.
He exchanges a glance with Aerandir.
They all look at each other, and move towards the camp.
The team makes their way into a main tent.
Tuor, Lessien and Valandil stop by the tent opening and watch while Aerandir opens a small, wooden chest.
He pulls a stuffed animal and a carved statuette out of the chest.
The team looks hopefully at Aerandir.
BRIAN
Think this one’ll work?
TANNER
I dunno... I hope so.
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Ⅰ We are standing face-to-face Much too close yet far away They’re a tricky thing These games We both find fun to play Until of course it fights Comes back with a bite Forcing us to hide Away Until it’s time to fight
Ⅱ He said--to me-- If you must know “I’ll be more than glad to go.” Said the thing that hurt the most Because he knew me so well
Ⅲ I fell into your arms Tripped over shoelaces And you got me I was off my guard (Literally) And we both pushed away Mumbled apologies
He sat there. The ground was hard, rocky. The bench was full at the bus stop where he slept.
A little girl, maybe three or four, glanced at him. He twisted, his joints aching like someone had put lead in his bones, and looked her full in the face. She quickly looked away, giggling. Her mother, who held a baby boy on her hip, clutched her daughter’s hand and glared at him. When he ignored her and smiled at the girl, she stood up sharply.
*A/N* Just realized that I hadn't posted since July!!! So, I wrote this as a spur-of-the moment thing. I hope it's good!!!
P.S. I loooovvvveee critiques <3
It’s a thankless job.
The coffee pot usually wakes her every morning like clockwork—four-thirty a.m. Some days she’d like to sleep in until five but it’s a luxury that comes with a price. Because if she did get in that extra half-hour, she’d miss saying goodbye to her husband, and have to hurry over the paper and breakfast. So she would rather not.
I shall never forget how much
You meant to me.
My song; my dream; my joy;
That was you.
I loved you for seven years
Seven short, beautiful years.
But it was the eighth
When I could say—
Farewell! Farewell.
You were my dream that crumbled
Like the ancient castles, like a tumbled teacup.
Immediately you crumbled when I made my choice.
I feel deserted as if You were my mother who left me
As I watch you twirl before
Me I can only whisper—
Farewell! Farewell.
Pete paced around the island for the forty-second time.
"We're stuck here," he said, dejectedly swinging his wrench.
"No we're not. Look down there," J-Boy pointed over the side of the island.
Pete ran to look.