~yesterdaysangel
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31. FlowersHanging from the ceiling of the little fragrant shed in rows, roses dried, stretching their crumpling petals to the dust below. Under the paling buds of blood-red; just inside the slats of the wooden door where the light fell through the sparkly air catching every particle of dust and pollen like an individual jewel, smoky clouds rose from the fresh boot prints. They led to the short wooden table standing at the shed’s center, where a beautiful, soft-lipped yellow rose stood tall and straight in a blue glass vase, contrasting quietly with the mass of death and depression of dried flowers hanging lonely above. The yellow rose glowed with31. Flowers
in General Fiction 1w 4d ago
30.Under the RainUnder the tumult of raindrops, as a gorgeous flash of bluish lightning cut across the sky in a jagged line, Jane pulled Trent out into the middle of the street by the hand. “But we’ll get wet…” he complained, a little smirk on his angular face, as her humidified curls were drenched down to straggly straightness. “…And dirty.” He looked down his nose at the muddy grass she had dragged him through, clearly disgusted. “Yes we will. But it’s time that I take matters into my own hands.” Jane was clutching Trent’s fingers hard, she’d finally worked up enough nerve to do this, a30.Under the Rain
in Teen 1w 5d ago
29. Happiness“It looks like a good day, today.”29. Happiness
As the day lit the sliver of bed where Aminda lay, a faint glow fell through the pale curtains and glimmered on the flesh of her hip and thigh where they poked from the tangled lavender of sheets. Across the room, Mikael sat in his chair, knees drawn to his chin as he watched her breathe in light sleep. Sketches were tacked to the wall behind him, all of beautiful Aminda: sleeping, smiling, laughing, crying; crumpled wads of paper littered the floor around his chair, each with a smudged attempt at her eyes or her lips or the sparkle of her wispy hair. Mikael rocked slightly on his seat, humm
in Perspectives 1w 5d ago
28. Sorrow“Let go of her, Amanda. It’s not worth it. There’s nothing inside.” “You’re wrong! She’ll come back, she’ll hold on!” Amanda’s voice pleaded with anyone who could hear: with herself and her disbelieving heart; with Anthony as he stood over her with worry clouding his face; with the still, cold body beneath her shaking fingers, splattered with tears and blood, the laughter dead in the tiny girl’s hollow eyes. And, she pleaded with God. “Please…she can’t just leave me here alone.” The freckles across her daughter’s nose swam into Amanda’s vision as her gr28. Sorrow
in General Fiction on 6/20/08
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- Current Age: fifteen
- Current Residence: Gross, Texas...
- Interests: english,latin, photography, music, liturature, opera, drama, romance, sci-fi, film, chocolate...
- Favourite movie: Titanic, Pebble and the Penguin
- Favourite band or musician: myself!! HA:O nah...Gilbert and Sullivan, Vivaldi, Queen...
- Favourite genre of music: Alternatives, Classics, Showtunes
- Favourite poet or writer: Shakespeare, Edgar Allen Poe, Sarah Dessen, Brian Jaques
- MP3 player of choice: EE-POOD
- Favourite cartoon character: Sly Cooper, Saix, Ron Stoppable, Hubey the penguin...I'm in love with them all.
- Tools of the Trade: A blank piece of paper and an inky blue pen
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