dainalyn
He got it, that's for sure. And no one knew more than me how much so. He 'bout broke his back for that family year after year with nothin' in return. So seems to me when all's said and done that he gon' git him some o' that loot from the will. It ain't like he done up an kilt them all. Nor like he gone an' burnt the house down 'round they shoulders, neither.
He leaned against the rough-hewn wooden doorframe, etched in the light of the fading sun. His shoulders drooped, belying the thickly strung muscles and tendons along his tanned neck and collarbone.
Of glass.
Of fire.
Of paper.
This one is brittle
broken
used
unloved
untrusted
untried
abused
that one is full
hale
kind
healthy
regular
loving
selfless
this heart or that
still they will tick
until they stop for one
reason or
another
As they drew the bows across the strings, my heart leapt for joy within me. Tonight, my soul would take flight on a journey of musical airs. How I love the deep resounding drums, the tinny brass, the trebliing woodwinds.
Ah, the leaves dying in slow agony as they fall beezily to the cooling ground. Morning fog rolls up and lingers as the weak sun rises and stretches out thin rays. I yawn and sip my coffee - it is another blissful autumn day.
I just did it without thinking. Opened the vault. Retrieved countless irreplaceable mementos and thrust them inside the dark folds of my ire, like I could push them into oblivion.
Oh, the many ways in which hings are related. Causilty has so much to do with how my universe runs. For instance, had it not been for Susie marrying Bobby and cheating on him with Beth and Greg, I'd never have met Gilbert.
The feeling is mutual, I said, as I pressed his hand warmly and smiled my most flirtatious smile. How could I help it? He was gorgeous. An Athens if I ever saw one: golden tan, brown hair and eyes, a beautiful smile. Moneyed.
I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for these meddling kids always snooping around with their prying eyes. All the writing in the world couldn't make me a better author, but the money could've made me a happier one.
Iron. Strike while it's hot. Even out the wrinkles. Sort things through and straighten them out. All strong euphemisms for a strong element. Elementary.
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