so i returned my book to the library and they told me to return the next day in order to file a tax return after i returned the book. Shall i come back I asked them. no, you should return, they replied. I was severly confused by this answer, and i thought it preposterous that they should find a difference between the two ways of saying the same thing (except synctatically of course)
bas
“They have all returned,”he spat at me, almost mocking my failed prediction. No one dared to believe in my black magic, unless I proved myself.
“Just wait one more moment,” I breathed, waiting for the inevitable.
And so it returned. All of the day’s hard work and persistence got thrown out the window as I sit here and write. I don’t know where it comes from… this constant unhappiness. This longing for something more in life. I should be content with what I have but yet I yearn for what I know will never happen. I can have a beautiful day full of accomplishments and laughter and still it is not enough. All I want is someone to share the night with, and so the pain returns.
home to go to bed and there they relaxed until the morning when they had much work to complete. Returning to the night at the end of the day, then returning to the morning the next, a continuous cycle of returning to the place you started
chelsea
the letter, old and almost too precise, too picturesque, like a 6th grade tea stained school project: “A Letter from John to Abigail Adams.”
Come back. Not gone for long. Left something in the car. Forgot to lock the doors. Where did I put my keys. I didnt mean to do that. I’ll be right back! See
shaquena lyn
He returned, pulling back the curtain. I didn’t turn to see him, but i felt his presence. I kept my eyes trained on the window ahead of me. He’s returned. I’d dreaded this day for months. And it all became real when he brushed his hand over my almost-bare shoulder. And I hated him for returning.
Gabrielle Ziemba
He left.
I waited.
I waited.
I waited.
I waited, you could say, for a very long time.
I waited, you could say, for an instant.
And then the door banged open and there he was.
“You left me.”
“I came back.”
“Why?”
“It’s cold and lonely out in space, my friend.”
R
She hesitated before opening the door. He was standing there, a shy half grin firmly in place. The tension was practically tangible in the air. They locked eyes with each other before saying rather breathlessly, “Hi.”
keely
I had just
Returned from the store.
My arms
were loaded with grocery bags.
My key stuck
in the lock and
I struggled to pull it out.
Pushing open the door
I found him there.
Lying on the floor.
Becca
After three years of closeness, and one break of a year so icy neither of us noticed the lack of warm air until we took a final, rasping sigh, our lungs sucking the dry atmosphere, looking for moisture and here was the hydration, me returning, you letting me, painful months of testing the water, relearning each other, and now a closeness of the strongest friendship I have ever known.
borrowed
honest
keeping word
boomerang
frisby
fetch
lost
Tiana
Coming back to something you left in shambles is always rough. How do you even begin to fix your mouth to spit out the long overdue apologies and excuses? With a sigh and a knock, you hope that the the road to reconciliation will be a short and merciful one.
It’s like relapsing in self harm. You’ve returned to a dark place in your life. It’s not somewhere you should be, but you’ve returned anyway. You can’t help it. It’s just always there. You don’t know what to do about it, but it’s there. You’ve returned. And it welcomes you…
Helen
The thread returned to the
beginning.
A red line
crossed the street.
And confused the chicken
and the cat.
It was the impenetrable exodus,
the quarantine home.
We were watching the Terminator movies. Arnold Schwartzinager or whatever had just said his famous line, and James got up from the couch and told the same words to Chelsea. She smiled at him and looked back at the tv. He walked into the kitchen and out of her view. Soon she heard the bowl that the popcorn was in hit the floor and shatter. She ran in to find James lying on the floor bleeding. Instinctively, Chelsea grabbed the phone, fingers fumbling to dial those three numbers.
“There’s been an accident! I don’t know what happened, but please help! Help him…”
While she was on the phone, she failed to hear the front door squeak open then shut quietly again. If she had looked out the window, she would have seen a shadow slinking across the yard. A shadow she wouldn’t have recognized, but that she really knew quite well.
The way I remember what never happened, I speak so loud and full of smiles. Then there is silence, the blankness before you cast out your laugh. And in the pause, in the wait, I fall inside, and that gravity snares you, brings you to me. That is when you pull me close and kiss my nose. That is when I am returned to sure footing. That is when I am whole in this moment of a dream.
given back, to give again to turn over a new lead, redeemed, redemption, reply rethink
i really suck at this ok i dont even know what i’m doing when is this going to end i have no clue but that’s alright
idnlt that is an acronym for i do not like this i love acronyms yay acronyms
Regina
It’s been six years. I’ve been lonely, he’s missed me. When he came home, I cried. My sons squealed in joy to be held by their father again. I never stopped smiling, and I kept him by my side at all times. I loved him, and he had returned to me.
Selena
Upon returning to Los angeles from massachusetts I see great contrast between both east and woast coast lifestyles. On one hand you have more down to earth, conservsative tone on the east coast. Verse the free thinking, “experimenting” mentaillty found on the west coast. West Coast of coarse meaning CA, CO, NV,
arpine Nazaryan
Sam used to be happy-go-lucky, charming, always quick to make a joke. But as Jane stares at the man trudging up the stepping stones to their porch, she can’t quite remember him anymore. When he looks up to meet her gaze, a storm is brewing underneath the surface of his brown eyes.
A burst of fear makes her heartbeat escalate, but she steadies herself and steps out onto the porch. War has changed him – there’s a scar on his cheek he didn’t have before – but not only physically. Now he looks hulkier, more menacing.
But Jane knows he won’t hurt her – she’s his fiancee, after all.
hhh
The day I returned from the morgue was the day my life fell apart. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t feel. Everything was swimming around my head like a cloud of muck. I sat in my room, door shut, lost. Everything was dark.
Emily
He never returned my call or my texts or even the feelings. He just left what I became and decided he that he had what he needed. He came, and he left. It is as simple as that. I didn’t ask why. I didn’t even ask anything. I mean what was there really to ask?
Whitney Ivey
I returned from the trip, my hopes and dreams realized. But I could never return to my dreams.
I write you letters.
In my own way.
I am fairly certain you know the language.
Why do I it?
Because I am sentimental, and deeply, almost hopelessly
Ridiculous, like children on a swingset
I found myself back at the house. It had been a long walk from the forest. I threw my shotgun to the bottom of the steps. I sat down, shoved my face into my hands and cried. My beloved was dead. I had him since I was a boy, when we would run through the fields together, him and I, leash in hand. The friendship was at an end.
Samuel Fishman
I returned the DVDs to the shop without watching them. Seventeen weeks now I had rented all the copies of that movie, thus preventing anyone else from seeing them. My own little bit of censorship.
tonykeyesjapan
Pulling into the car garage, entering the code as i had over 100 times i felt a bit nostalgic all of a sudden. From the place i left at my own will, for reasons denounced, i had returned.
nadja
I return to my room in the silence of the night. No one passes me; I pass no one. It’s nearly one in the morning. He didn’t offer to walk me back. He didn’t even apologize. The words ring in my head:
“Well, it’s cold out, so I’ll see you later.”
It is cold out, I’ll give him that. I dig my hands deeper into my pockets and watch my breath rise to the stars.
She returned to her mother. Let the stubby legs carry her back to mommy and crawl into an awaiting lap. It was warm, welcoming and felt much too much like home. Too bad she was too young to fit though the world thought she was old enough to tease.
After a long journey of loving recklessly, my soul has finally returned, not broken nor bruised from the roads that were traveled.
dev
“I have returned!” howled Spinelli triumphantly, waving a wine bottle around in her left hand.
“Finally,” breathed Cowell. “What did you get? Riesling? Pinot Grigio? White Zinfandel?”
“Better,” Spinelli beamed. She nestled down right between Dominic and the dog. “I got a brand new type of wine.”
Belinda Roddie
I say it before.. that you will returned …and come back to me… Because I knew from the start.. that we belong together. Always… I love u, my baby oyo…
Peterina Peter
I’m coming back, and you’re coming with me – we’ll have returned like the fire in the breath of a dragon, melting the landscape.
I’ve really just begun thinking about you again, and I’d apologize if you ever answered my emails to begin with. I’m thinking about reworking you into someone I could hate, because I never really was able to hate anyone in real life. So maybe if I fictionalize you just enough you’ll be the alter to that rule. My impetus for skipping bedtime.
I’ve come back, baby
I’ve been missing you like crazy
And your whiplash dreams, your rumbling jeep,
Your black eyes
Are making me feel good, baby
Like you missed me
And it was worth it
(To go,
To return)
The trip had been less than successful. Olivia returned with scarecrow yellow hair. Her son politely commented that perhaps it was a little too bright.
so i returned my book to the library and they told me to return the next day in order to file a tax return after i returned the book. Shall i come back I asked them. no, you should return, they replied. I was severly confused by this answer, and i thought it preposterous that they should find a difference between the two ways of saying the same thing (except synctatically of course)
“They have all returned,”he spat at me, almost mocking my failed prediction. No one dared to believe in my black magic, unless I proved myself.
“Just wait one more moment,” I breathed, waiting for the inevitable.
And so it returned. All of the day’s hard work and persistence got thrown out the window as I sit here and write. I don’t know where it comes from… this constant unhappiness. This longing for something more in life. I should be content with what I have but yet I yearn for what I know will never happen. I can have a beautiful day full of accomplishments and laughter and still it is not enough. All I want is someone to share the night with, and so the pain returns.
I am dead.
Quite literally, my skin rests statically under oak under dust.
Dead, but blinking.
Dead, but dreaming.
home to go to bed and there they relaxed until the morning when they had much work to complete. Returning to the night at the end of the day, then returning to the morning the next, a continuous cycle of returning to the place you started
the letter, old and almost too precise, too picturesque, like a 6th grade tea stained school project: “A Letter from John to Abigail Adams.”
Come back. Not gone for long. Left something in the car. Forgot to lock the doors. Where did I put my keys. I didnt mean to do that. I’ll be right back! See
He returned, pulling back the curtain. I didn’t turn to see him, but i felt his presence. I kept my eyes trained on the window ahead of me. He’s returned. I’d dreaded this day for months. And it all became real when he brushed his hand over my almost-bare shoulder. And I hated him for returning.
He left.
I waited.
I waited.
I waited.
I waited, you could say, for a very long time.
I waited, you could say, for an instant.
And then the door banged open and there he was.
“You left me.”
“I came back.”
“Why?”
“It’s cold and lonely out in space, my friend.”
She hesitated before opening the door. He was standing there, a shy half grin firmly in place. The tension was practically tangible in the air. They locked eyes with each other before saying rather breathlessly, “Hi.”
I had just
Returned from the store.
My arms
were loaded with grocery bags.
My key stuck
in the lock and
I struggled to pull it out.
Pushing open the door
I found him there.
Lying on the floor.
After three years of closeness, and one break of a year so icy neither of us noticed the lack of warm air until we took a final, rasping sigh, our lungs sucking the dry atmosphere, looking for moisture and here was the hydration, me returning, you letting me, painful months of testing the water, relearning each other, and now a closeness of the strongest friendship I have ever known.
He didn’t even say goodbye. But I knew he was gone. He leaves me often. I never expected it but one day he returned. And I’m not quite ready for that.
borrowed
honest
keeping word
boomerang
frisby
fetch
lost
Coming back to something you left in shambles is always rough. How do you even begin to fix your mouth to spit out the long overdue apologies and excuses? With a sigh and a knock, you hope that the the road to reconciliation will be a short and merciful one.
It’s like relapsing in self harm. You’ve returned to a dark place in your life. It’s not somewhere you should be, but you’ve returned anyway. You can’t help it. It’s just always there. You don’t know what to do about it, but it’s there. You’ve returned. And it welcomes you…
The thread returned to the
beginning.
A red line
crossed the street.
And confused the chicken
and the cat.
It was the impenetrable exodus,
the quarantine home.
We were watching the Terminator movies. Arnold Schwartzinager or whatever had just said his famous line, and James got up from the couch and told the same words to Chelsea. She smiled at him and looked back at the tv. He walked into the kitchen and out of her view. Soon she heard the bowl that the popcorn was in hit the floor and shatter. She ran in to find James lying on the floor bleeding. Instinctively, Chelsea grabbed the phone, fingers fumbling to dial those three numbers.
“There’s been an accident! I don’t know what happened, but please help! Help him…”
While she was on the phone, she failed to hear the front door squeak open then shut quietly again. If she had looked out the window, she would have seen a shadow slinking across the yard. A shadow she wouldn’t have recognized, but that she really knew quite well.
The way I remember what never happened, I speak so loud and full of smiles. Then there is silence, the blankness before you cast out your laugh. And in the pause, in the wait, I fall inside, and that gravity snares you, brings you to me. That is when you pull me close and kiss my nose. That is when I am returned to sure footing. That is when I am whole in this moment of a dream.
given back, to give again to turn over a new lead, redeemed, redemption, reply rethink
i really suck at this ok i dont even know what i’m doing when is this going to end i have no clue but that’s alright
idnlt that is an acronym for i do not like this i love acronyms yay acronyms
It’s been six years. I’ve been lonely, he’s missed me. When he came home, I cried. My sons squealed in joy to be held by their father again. I never stopped smiling, and I kept him by my side at all times. I loved him, and he had returned to me.
Upon returning to Los angeles from massachusetts I see great contrast between both east and woast coast lifestyles. On one hand you have more down to earth, conservsative tone on the east coast. Verse the free thinking, “experimenting” mentaillty found on the west coast. West Coast of coarse meaning CA, CO, NV,
Sam used to be happy-go-lucky, charming, always quick to make a joke. But as Jane stares at the man trudging up the stepping stones to their porch, she can’t quite remember him anymore. When he looks up to meet her gaze, a storm is brewing underneath the surface of his brown eyes.
A burst of fear makes her heartbeat escalate, but she steadies herself and steps out onto the porch. War has changed him – there’s a scar on his cheek he didn’t have before – but not only physically. Now he looks hulkier, more menacing.
But Jane knows he won’t hurt her – she’s his fiancee, after all.
The day I returned from the morgue was the day my life fell apart. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t feel. Everything was swimming around my head like a cloud of muck. I sat in my room, door shut, lost. Everything was dark.
He never returned my call or my texts or even the feelings. He just left what I became and decided he that he had what he needed. He came, and he left. It is as simple as that. I didn’t ask why. I didn’t even ask anything. I mean what was there really to ask?
I returned from the trip, my hopes and dreams realized. But I could never return to my dreams.
He has returned.
For his money.
For his cat.
For his car.
For his flat.
Not me.
He has returned, for the glory.
Returning to remove me.
Returning.
To his wife.
For I am just a common mistake.
I write you letters.
In my own way.
I am fairly certain you know the language.
Why do I it?
Because I am sentimental, and deeply, almost hopelessly
I found myself back at the house. It had been a long walk from the forest. I threw my shotgun to the bottom of the steps. I sat down, shoved my face into my hands and cried. My beloved was dead. I had him since I was a boy, when we would run through the fields together, him and I, leash in hand. The friendship was at an end.
I returned the DVDs to the shop without watching them. Seventeen weeks now I had rented all the copies of that movie, thus preventing anyone else from seeing them. My own little bit of censorship.
Pulling into the car garage, entering the code as i had over 100 times i felt a bit nostalgic all of a sudden. From the place i left at my own will, for reasons denounced, i had returned.
I return to my room in the silence of the night. No one passes me; I pass no one. It’s nearly one in the morning. He didn’t offer to walk me back. He didn’t even apologize. The words ring in my head:
“Well, it’s cold out, so I’ll see you later.”
It is cold out, I’ll give him that. I dig my hands deeper into my pockets and watch my breath rise to the stars.
She returned to her mother. Let the stubby legs carry her back to mommy and crawl into an awaiting lap. It was warm, welcoming and felt much too much like home. Too bad she was too young to fit though the world thought she was old enough to tease.
After a long journey of loving recklessly, my soul has finally returned, not broken nor bruised from the roads that were traveled.
“I have returned!” howled Spinelli triumphantly, waving a wine bottle around in her left hand.
“Finally,” breathed Cowell. “What did you get? Riesling? Pinot Grigio? White Zinfandel?”
“Better,” Spinelli beamed. She nestled down right between Dominic and the dog. “I got a brand new type of wine.”
I say it before.. that you will returned …and come back to me… Because I knew from the start.. that we belong together. Always… I love u, my baby oyo…
I’m coming back, and you’re coming with me – we’ll have returned like the fire in the breath of a dragon, melting the landscape.
I’ve really just begun thinking about you again, and I’d apologize if you ever answered my emails to begin with. I’m thinking about reworking you into someone I could hate, because I never really was able to hate anyone in real life. So maybe if I fictionalize you just enough you’ll be the alter to that rule. My impetus for skipping bedtime.
I’ve come back, baby
I’ve been missing you like crazy
And your whiplash dreams, your rumbling jeep,
Your black eyes
Are making me feel good, baby
Like you missed me
And it was worth it
(To go,
To return)
After all this time. It came back to where it began. Back to the start.
The trip had been less than successful. Olivia returned with scarecrow yellow hair. Her son politely commented that perhaps it was a little too bright.