rhoftonwriting
i believe the grass is always greener on the other side,
i believe you can't choose or control your sexuality,
i believe in what you give is what you get return,
i belive karma will bite those who are nasty on the bum,
i believe we are going to be friend
a combination of song lyrics and thoughts
he took his sweaty shirt off, footy training had been one sweaty as could be work out but he felt good besides wanting a shower. training wasn't over yet, the coach ordering him to get back to it, he wiped the sweat off his face with his shirt and ran off to get all sweaty again.
she weaved in and out of the crowf trying to fit
in somewhere here wasnt going to be easy
She couldn't wait to be back with them, they were her family, her footy crew. She hadn't seen them since August it was now mid feb, she'd missed them greatly. A part of her had been missing and finally was about to be put back together again. SO much had changed, Alicia had a newborn, she'd lost contact with most of those she was closest to, she really didn't know what to expect.
the words generated on the screen, full of prompts yet nothing struck her as useable. she was down and out needed inspiration but it wouldn't come fast enough. she wanted to write, she was sure of it but even with the generator the words wouldnt come.
The moon was just a lonely crescent shape among the many stars in the night sky. It shon brighter than any star and Corrie was taken in by it. The moon had never interested her before, what was this curse and what had it done to her?
popping corn paradise to the nose as it pops away doing its magic in the machine, taste sensation in my mouth. stuck in my teeth annoying but the only downside to popcorn. butter, rainbow or caramel i like them all.
Alone, in the medical waiting room. It's dark, how i got stuck in here i will never know. I woke up in the toilet and the place was dead, no one around, so now here i am, alone in the darkness of the surgery waiting room. Maybe i should go have fun and check out some medical equipment, or maybe i should sleep or let someone know i'm here
the photo was like nothing i had ever seen, abstract but making perfect sense... my true view of art had come together in this piece. it had to be mine... but wasn't for sale, what was i to do? steal it? no that would be crazy i couldnt go through with such an idea could i?