Entries By Charlie B

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twig

The buds looked too heavy on the little twig – one wondered it could support so much life. Dangling thier ready to become ripe apples. not much to look at, the littlest knobbliest twig but bearer of rich ripe fruit.

Posted By Charlie B On 09.26.2009 @ 9:26 am

comma

How fortuitous that I’d checked his homework! For, having mastered the use of the comma, Ben had decided against using any other form of punctuation. Thus, his sentences glided seamlessly from one to the next unlittered with capital leters or fullstops

Posted By Charlie B On 09.24.2009 @ 11:57 am

check

I always have to check if my skirt’s tucked into my knickers – or if my buttons’ve popped undone! It’s a real pain but I have a terror of revealing more than is necessary. I only wish I could learn to be more careful with my mouth…

Posted By Charlie B On 09.23.2009 @ 12:32 pm

resist

I could not resist the pull of him – the sensation of him dragging me forward into his arms even though he’d made no move to touch me. I could not resist the look in his eyes, the curl of his mouth the sense that this, this was what I’b been longing for.

Posted By Charlie B On 09.20.2009 @ 3:41 am

I just could not resist any longer. the urge was not my own but rather some outside force propelling me forward towards his outstretched arms.I gazed longily for a moment before greedily snatching it from him and cramming it into my mouth. Cream cake so long forbidden and now mine – all mine.

Posted By Charlie B On 09.19.2009 @ 12:20 pm

guided

He guided me towards the light. he was guided by the dog to the edge of the cliff. But I guess I never guided anyone anywhere – I was never even a guide not after the Brownies fiasco – it’s a wierd thing really and not easier for being constantly interupted by the need for pizza.

Posted By Charlie B On 09.19.2009 @ 6:37 am

corner

musty, dusty and home to many spiders, the corner was dark. no light from the single window could reach this space cramped behind the tall bureau. Thus it soon became an ideal hiding place for them to gather and share their secrets.

Posted By Charlie B On 09.12.2009 @ 3:20 pm

logical

Oh desr – sometimes it is so hard to be logical – it goes against the grain. Sense may say one thing but your heart cries NO! I don’t gave to see the logical explanation behind this – I can accept the illogical and follow my heart.

Posted By Charlie B On 09.11.2009 @ 3:51 pm

blossom

falling from a tree like confetti all over the grass gentle muted colours wet darkened and filled with joy – or sorrow. Laura ashley in the rain frocks and smocks and gambolling lambs play on green grasses of spring unaware of the doom to come.

Posted By Charlie B On 09.11.2009 @ 8:53 am