I lost my brother in the water when I was very young. I see him sometimes in my dreams and he is still a boy and he looks very beautiful and he is standing on the shore. I ask him to come out onto the boat with us and he never does.
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I lost my brother in the water when I was very young. I see him sometimes in my dreams and he is still a boy and he looks very beautiful and he is standing on the shore. I ask him to come out onto the boat with us and he never does.
It's not very good, but here's my try...
The girl was crying tears of fire, and they rained down on the earth like gunfire. The people ran from her, but they could not escape her violent sorrow. When the earth was completely burned only one man remained, her lost lover, and he sat in smoke, waiting for death.
As he sits silently staring out of his window, the air outside suddenly turns moist. He then knows where his tears have escaped!
I lay staring at the stars through someone’s broken roof. It was silent - too cold for crickets to chirp. Just my thoughts and those bright balls of burning gas. I leisurely drew fictitious constellations. A celestial body was growing quickly. I propped my body up on my elbows. Asteroid. (50)
Startled by the boot kicking the door in I jumped from my chair and yelped 'What!'
'Give it to me or I'll shoot!' barked a gruff voice
'Give you what?'
'The box!"
'Oh that,' I blinked. 'This is 46. You want 64 around the corner...'
'64 ya say?'
'Uh huh.'
Suddenly he remembered his Aunt Betty as if she were asking him a question. She was not his favorite relative, but her face was concerned and he told her it was OK. Don't worry about it. And then she left.
Days later he would find out she died that morning.
''I posted the letter sir''. ''You sure Wilson I have yet to receive an answer''. ''I assure you the letter has been posted''. ''It damn better be.'' ''I have a bad taste of manure in my mouth.'' ''Strange it's unusually still before the blackness''. ''Your eye fell out sir.'' ''Damn''.
The cabin was supported by cinder blocks and underneath lived a snake. Today it was sunning itself on the step until Jane almost crushed it with her foot.
As she drove off, wondering how to kill it, its head could be seen turning, following her drive away.
The gunman stood in the shadows. His trigger finger was nervous. He could be a cowboy or a gangster, a soldier or an assassin. It really doesn't matter. What he is, is up to you dear reader. This story is yours not mine. Just say that he hit his mark. (50)
There were four of them before the dog got off his chain. She flew to a branch, but there was no time or room for the others.
She spent two days thinking about this before she slowly, fully aware of what would happen, walked up to face the dog alone.
Holding the knife with her dominant hand, wrapping her grip around the handle with forefinger on the spine, Karen points the tip to the smooth yellowish surface. Working through initial surface resistance, she punctures through. She applies a second slice of the knife and serves me a piece of cheesecake.
His face was mischief as he withdrew the tray and held it out in triumph. A baked tart with my name on it, a small thing perfect and sweet.
I thought he had won me already but now my insides felt like hot jam and I was his completely.
Steel of green, yellow beak on top
night crawlers eating soil
no backbone
easy prey as they break soil
but all in vain
when....:confused5:
I believe man is altruistic.
Even the flea would find that hard to suck on.
At least we are not alone.
I do not understand any of this, do you think I am senile?
It might be the best condition to be in at this stage.
Ouch damn they're everywhere,
Jane was a good shot. Their hunting cabin was finally paid off when she was diagnosed with cancer. Treatment would be expensive.
She went to the cabin alone, positioned the rifle barrel in her mouth and worried that she'd somehow miss, but she was a good shot.