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.
o.o.c: This chapter is extremely short, and I apologize.
Chapter Three
The log chateau is as cute as I'll get out. With antlers on the walls and old style carpeting. The furniture looks like it came from the 80's, except with an European touch to the whole thing. A thousand year old tapestry heirloom hangs in the guest room where I'm staying. An old tea pot from the nineteenth century sits on a shelf in the small kitchen which has a wood burning stove. A large wooden shield with Huey's wife's family crest from like the thirteenth century hangs in my brothers room. All in all, I feel like I was in some kind of European museum.
A hand slipped into the back pocket of my jeans
An unquenched, soft, requited yearning
Lips that dart from my nose to cheek
That’s how I imagine it’ll be
Late night walks taken without fear
Happiness because he’s near
The most satisfying joyful tears
Nights too long, cliffs none too sheer
A fearless fumble without blush
A chest as soft as a pillow plush
Hearts skipping with every single touch
A giggle as we whisper shush
*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
Softly floating galaxy
Drifting down through a ray of light,
Outlined in a shining glow,
Then vanishing once more.
Like ever present snow,
the old house is bathed in miniture winter,
In a clean room there are no seasons,
Here things move as if alive;
Whirling in a crazy flurry at the movement of an arm,
Then settling back to their old serene path.
What is hidden…
Will be revealed,
What is feared…
Will be fearful,
What is bowed too…
Will bow before the Lord.
Holy huckleberry! I apologize for having neglected to come on here in many eons, but I do have something to post, so I hope you all enjoy it :) This is a story based on the fairy tale Rapunzel that I wrote for an online story contest. I did not win (not even close) but I got some very good feedback.
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Once Upon a Time, Rae could leave her house.
Rae could ride in cars.
Rae could talk to strangers.
If one day you chance
to slip
fall to the ground
into your own shadow--
stay there a minute
one conversation,
a moment or two
strike a deal and
swap for the day
one shadow above
one you below
trailing along
the shadow you've
never known
sliding across
dewy grass
bumping up the
library steps
the perspective change
of sideways glancing
upward staring
spins your head
but the view from here
leaves bits of
newness
clinging to your fingers
- Part Two -
She lay stiff as a board, with her hands by her sides, as the child squirmed and flopped and snuggled beside her, burrowing his warm head into her body.
“Go to sleep,” she crooned.
But he put his head up and dug his sharp chin into her shoulder.
“Does Brita has chairs in her house?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Does she has doorknobs?”
“Yes. Now put your head on the pillow.”
“Does they have ceilings?”
“- Pillow, Axel.”
He stuck his feet in the air.
“Answer,” he insisted.