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thanks rachel, you're a doll! :nod:Quote:
Originally Posted by rachel
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"Como se dice 'Te amo' en Inglès?"
"Se dice 'I love you'," he whispered, stroking her dark wispy hair, the stubble on his chin grazing her cheek.
“I love you,” she tried out the phrase, her accent making the tired words sound new and meaningful.
They made love, she for the first time. Two days later, he flew back to America.
They all packed into the empty room, emptied so recently, where they used to come, trickling through the door like playful raindrops, to hear them speak; to learn from their wisdom, to laugh at their humour, to benifit from their words so inspirational to many. And now - nothing. The room lies empty and the people silent. Life shall continue as it always does, but the people know that the unsettling silence which now hangs over the room shall not be forgotten all too soon.
beautiful Charles................I feel what you feel..........
It was ten oclock, and ten oclock was the time she always heard from him.That special jingle of the telephone that was only his sound and whenever she lifted the receiver his voice, rich, wise would fill her senses with wonder and joy.
But.....nothing.Darkness, lonliness.Fear.Despair.
i tried and i failed. I wont try again.
When writing, you cannot try and fail, that simply does not exist, the only way to fail is to not tryQuote:
Originally Posted by kjt1981
I thought that was her story...? :confused:
Hmmmm.... that is a possibilityQuote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
She handed the cashier the change, her chubby tiny hands trembling with joyous expectation.Her first allowance to spend as she chose.The hot cinnamon bun cast forth its steamy heavenly fragrance toward her appreciative nose"Here"she said to the boy on the sidewalk,this is yours"
Rachel, I have enjoyed all of your stories on this thread. You are very good at this! Bravo!
YOUU ARE BACK..................I CANNOT BELIEVE IT. WELCOME YOU ADORABLE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. hope the children are great. Oh I feel like crying just seeing your name. hugs, kisses, millions of them. and thank you.
He was stubborn, "I have to leave... there's no point staying anymore.."
"..but.. Andre.. i've never cheated on you.. .. I can't bear to live without you.. You wouldn't lea..."
He wouldn't listen "Cath... I'm dissapointed".He slammed the door as he left.
Through her tears "I've always loved you...eleven years"
aww rachel youor last story was soo cute and true to life, I work in a place just like that and get these itty bitty kids all the time, all shy who just whisper what they want to me, and and get all excited if they get to hand me the money instead of their parents... lol. And we do serve very good cinnamon buns as well.
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It was witching hour. The sewers exhaled a stream of steam that rose, swirling up to greet the aloof November moon. Desmond walked in the eerie moonlight, trying not to make a sound—trying not to draw the attention of the spirits upon whose world he had unwittingly intruded. But Desmond was breathing too loudly…
ah thank you very much. And I love that'aloof November moon-sigh-how romantic.
This one is just for you PIAB. I will remember you all in my prayers.kiss the babies for me will you, thanks.
She murmurred thanks for the huge diamond ring, then dismissed him from her mind. Life was so boring, exhausting. His eyes wounded- he watched a child smashing a rock with a hammer, she shrieked, delighted,in wonder at the sparkles inside.Purposefully he walked away, hope renewed,eyes healing.
She amazingly replied, but asked him not to. "Why should she have the last word?" he asked himself. Well, she was the woman and deserved that honor. He decided to have a scotch. No rocks, straight up. It tasted good, but it did not change anything. He fixed himself another.
Very nice virgil. Women always win the war of the words.
He paced anxiously, constantly looking at the clock and then back at his wife who was sweating endlessly, look of pain and fatigue on her face. The words that he'd been wanting to hear the whole night came from the concentrated doctor's mouth "Here he comes!" Oh joy & relief!