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He sat in the cocoon. Hoping the world wouldn’t crumble in around him. The nest was warm. It had some faults sure, it wasn’t a nice house or a mansion on the rocks but he was safe and hidden there. hidden from the frightening things that circle around each person in this world.Posted By laura On 06.09.2012 @ 3:00 pm
He didn’t want to be a superhero. He really didn’t. He yearned being back in the war with Bucky and Peggy, the days when everything wasn’t taken over by new technologies. But often Steve Rogers was someone who did the right thing because they just felt right to do. And that was how he ended up in a Star Spangled outfit surrounded by the rest of the Avengers. Tony Stark stood in his relaxed yet pompous way, and was currently arguing with Pepper about something. Bruce Banner was talking happily with Thor, who wore a confused look on his face. Natasha was pointing something out to Renner and the two spies hung out at the back of the room quietly. Sometimes being a superhero was tiring, but a lot of the times, they made him miss his old life less. This group of misfits filled in the gaps and he was proud to be their leader. “Hey, Cap, what are you smiling about?” Stark finished talking with Pepper and gave him a strange look. “Nothing. I’m just… happy,” Steve replied. “Well,” Stark smirked. “Good.”Posted By Laura On 06.03.2012 @ 4:24 pm
I needed to get something. I needed it more than anything else. Once, there was a time when I didn’t have these needs. Now, I do. I need love. I need to be told “I love you”. I tell them but they won’t say it back. I need them to say that. It’s tearing me apart inside. It’s ripping up my soul not to hear it.Posted By Laura On 06.02.2012 @ 6:33 pm
The skyscrapers really seems to scrape the sky she thought as she gazed up at the buildings at the corner of 5th avenue and 38th street. As the clouds passed overhead, the tips seemed to draw lines in the clouds the same way her fingertips drew lines in the water when she let them hang lazily over the side of the boat on summer afternoons. How different her life had become since those days in the sun, exhausted from hours clinging for dear life as an inner tube bounced against waves and running up and down the stairs to the top of her boathouse just to expereince the seconds of pure weightlessness as she lept into the water.Posted By Laura On 05.30.2012 @ 7:02 am
Right now I am transforming an old, I think 60 styled? Galley kitchen to something else, something great. A place that can grow with its inhabitants. I am aware of the fact that I will be up pretty late tonight, but that is okay. I’m completely happy with all of this. Also, because I am a little in love. I’m transforming as well.Posted By Laura On 05.27.2012 @ 9:12 pm
The wind catches on lost tendrils of her hair, inviting them for a waltz in the cool night breeze. It’s dark save for the stars and the occasional headlights, yet somehow there is no obscuring her vision.
Maybe she can’t remember how she ended up here, of all places, but it doesn’t seem to matter.
The parking lot is empty. The doors are locked. The lights are out. And yet it only takes closed eyes and vague memory to breathe life back into the building.
She’s not sure how long she stands there, but only when her face is wet and her knees are buckling does she let her feet lead her away.Posted By Laura On 05.25.2012 @ 7:28 pm