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because love is a lesson in trial and errorI wish I had the words to tell you what I mean. I used to store sentences between my breaths – things that I couldn’t say at the moment, but wanted to remember. Now I can barely string together enough nouns and verbs to make you understand exactly what you mean to me. And I’m afraid.

I’m afraid that if I can’t get it together fast enough I’ll lose you. It’s like your water slipping through my fingers and I’m not quick enough to chase you through the currents. I know enough to know that you’re wild and free in a way that I’ll never be and maybe I’m jealous of that. Or maybe I&r

Futuro-Mamá esa chica se parece mucho a la tía Isabella -cuando escucho decir esto a Amanda, dirigiéndose a la Candace del futuro, una sola idea salta en mi cabeza haciendo eco e inevitablemente tengo que decirla en voz alta.
-Oíste eso Candace, voy a casarme con Phineas!
-O Ferb -me responde ella dejando mi mente en blanco.
Dirijo mi vista al peliverde y este me giña un ojo mientras hace un gesto con su mano señalándome. Bueno lo que dice Candace es verdad, para ser tía de Amanda tendría que casarme con Phineas o... Ferb.
Miro fijamente al chico frente a mí y de pronto todo desa

they were divorced before you criedI found hope walking a corner down 9th and I was afraid to ask, really. I was afraid to ask, "I'm sorry to bother you but did you kill your wife?" And I kept praying that if I did muster the courage to croak out loud, his jaundiced eyes adorned in kohl would widen and his gaze would fall before he sighed and muttered, "I'm not who you think i am and she cheated on me."
I would laugh because I expected it and my stature would stagger. It would lower and crawl into the pavement with my dignity as hope stands there worried, asking if there was a gas leak in the basement. I wouldn't stop laughing until he asked why and when he would, I'd smile. I'd smile and wipe a tear before murmuring to him, "Happiness sleeps around the minute you leave the house. I haven't laughed this hard since she told me she was going to stay."

Music Shuffle (Kyrie)Cage the Elephant – “Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked”
The sun finally sank below the horizon. Under the cover of a moonless darkness, the proxies slipped stealthily between the trees. The densely packed forest offered excellent protection from peering eyes, and so familiar were they with the many pitfalls and snaring brambles that they glided along effortlessly.
Masky took the lead, guiding his two charges along toward the night’s goal. Hoodie followed at a short distance, his video camera fully charged and stocked with a fresh tape. Close beside him was Kyrie, bringing up the rear and making sure the

She was distant.Her emotions sat on the ceiling.

they marked me blue and yellow, mama.between graffitied walls and a lone, chipped sink, they watched me curl in upon myself and combust. it was the only way i knew of to stop the swirling in my hips and heels.
a week later i found emma, the smallest of the vultures, kneeling at my altar. and with her wing-bones hunching and heaving, she mimicked my combustion.
but her eyes were violet when she saw me. violet and brimming with the emptiness of her heels. and i knew. i knew that this could not hold her the way it held me.
and mama, that hurt more than anything. her heels were empty, mama. empty. empty. empty. the way mine should have been, if only you had kept papa away.
if only you had kept away the first vulture i had ever know. if only, mama. if only.

Sweet Nothings'if i could, i would devour you. i would eat you whole, consume you mind, body, and soul. because i am a selfish person. i want you all to myself. no one else may have you.' he said to her, as they lay tangled in each other.
her reply came with a sleepy smile.
'there is a part of my mind which understands the intended romance in your statement. that part is wooed by it. there is also a part which insists upon my realizing the reality, the literal. you, my dear, are a cannibal.'
he placed a kiss on her head.
'well, we'll have to work hard then, to make sure that you are only wooed. we will make you want to be eaten. we will make it so that part of your mind which is literal, is quiet, so when i whisper sweet nothings into your ears, you are completely swept away. lifted off your feet by my obvious romantic intention.'

The Cat and IA biography of myself.

Real Name: I’m not telling, but KP stands for Kev Pickering

Nickname: I refer you to the previous answer

Birthday: July 16, 1963

Current Residence: North West London, United Kingdom

Height: 5’ 8”

Weight: Trying to lose it, thank you

Hair Color: Dark brown but turning grey as it recedes.

Eye Color: Hazel

Likes: Films, musicals, fine literature, my family, and graphic novels.

Dislikes: Shellfish, Lager, “Scripted Reality” shows.

Personality: I’m very shy until someone gets to know me, but those who do tell me I can be a very kind, gentle and yet silly person.

Biog

The Blood on Our HandsBut it feels so good.

To touch the open slit is pleasurable beyond belief. Of all of my fantasies, it was never conceivable that I wanted this. It was never that I felt so satisfied drenched in the afterglow of my adrenaline-bred homicide.

The swooping curdling in my veins remains beyond the last breath of him. It feels like I need more, like the blood on my hands isn't enough to slake the drought in my bones that vengeance has brought. My fingertips touch at the open gash in the left-center of his chest, swimming there with dainty strokes in the fresh, bubbling blood.

What have I done...? And why do I need more? Why does it feel like the

RecursionRecursion

Day 12

I hate those infernal hounds.

I can hear them approaching. I regret now that I have not walled off this little corner of the forest that I have chosen to call my own. I am tired, I am hungry, and I am weak from the venom of those spiders. I fear I have just enough time to fashion a spear before they come for me.

Wilson's hands shook as he read the words in the dying firelight. The darkness pressed in against him all around, crawling inward as the fire sputtered.

Those were the last words on the page. Dark spots marred the edges of the papyrus, dried deep into the reeds. A thick swipe of brown streaked along the bottom as

Winter-childi found her in november, wrapped in a sweater.
they wheeled her away on a cart too big for her; two days old, half-dead and blue as the ocean.
i waited, her sweater held in hands that shook and shimmied.
they brought her back to me a week later; nine days old, pink-skinned and plump.
i named her in big letters on a yellow form as she slept in the crook of my arm; mavis.

La cenaLa música palpitaba en sus oídos, invadiendo su cerebro de forma que no hubiese espacio para ningún pensamiento. Música era lo único que deseaba escuchar en esos momentos. Cerró los ojos. Tampoco quería ver nada. Aquella realidad convertida en pesadilla. Tomó aire despacio por la nariz, soltándolo después del mismo modo. Su espalda se reclinó en el respaldo de la silla. Sus músculos se relajaron. Como una droga. La música, en aquel instante, era como una droga. Una droga más o menos inofensiva que le aislaba de sus ideas frenéticas, que controlaban sus alteradas emociones. Se concentró. Aumentó su concentración y aguzó los oídos. Captando cad

HomecomingDestination:
A place I'm me.
Home.

From Afar, Thunder RoaredLike a bright eyed magpie, I have been scratching out and collecting pieces of Joseph for years, his indecision fuelling my already redundant habit of nest-building.
On good days, I would take the wrinkles around his eyes; filled with memories he had tried to shed, they glittered in the deepest part of the night - beacons for lost hearts and flightless souls.
On days that were just some days, I would take the mishappen, roughly jewelled scars lining his arms, hips, thighs; within their imperfections I found facts, each with one thousand facets.
On bad days, I would take the marrow from his phalanges; in the soft light of morning it turned to mallow and stuck to my own bird-bones, a constant reminder of that which you cannot shed, no matter how many years you spend trying.
But like all nest-builders know, there comes a day when the nest fussing is over and the children must come to it but instead of children, tobacco fireflies fell upon our arms and set us to screaming.

Smoke-stacked LungsLighting her cigarette, Mara watched the smoke trail up into the sky and block the last bit of blue the storm clouds couldn’t reach. She sucked in the unfiltered ash, closed her eyes, and marveled at the warmth that traveled down to her chest. The ash held her closer than anyone else she had ever known in the city. She smiled, and cracked open her eyes, but all that greeted her was the wind, blowing out the last embers of her cigarette as tar slithered down her throat. She coughed, crushing the cigarette on the dashboard. She started her black Ford’s ignition, watching for a moment at the exhaust lingering around the car before th

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6 word story writing in 6 words

by `Ravenswd, Jan 29, 2012, 6:45:15 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Is "LOL" one word or three?

6 word story writing in 6 wordsby `Ravenswd

Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

©2012-2013 `Ravenswd

#SixWordStories had a challenge -- Write a six word story about writing a six word story. [link] I wasn't planning to enter, but then I got the idea above, so I...

...missed the deadline date, actually. Oh, well. Like I said, I hadn't been planning on entering anyway.

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~JessamineDiane Feb 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I dunno why but this tickles me.....

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*dragondoodle Jan 29, 2012

That's great!

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`Ravenswd Jan 30, 2012

Thanks!

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`Minato-Kushina Jan 29, 2012

Brilliant idea, given with only 6 words!

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`Ravenswd Jan 30, 2012

Thank-you!

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~Nice-Spice Jan 29, 2012

LOL

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^SparklyDest Jan 29, 2012 Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

This made me giggle.

Pity you missed it!

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`Ravenswd Jan 30, 2012

Thanks!

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