Coming HomeThe stars were magnificent. More glorious than she had ever seen them. They were splayed across the sky, like a million tiny diamonds sprinkled over a black, velvet blanket of heaven. Pristine.Coming Home
The air was clean, too. Warm, comforting. She thought vaguely of the fact that this would be good air to save, in case one of the children got sick or upset. This would ease their anxiety. The wind stroking their cheek, whispering into their ear.
She would have to look out for that, now. They would get upset more often. In a subtle sort of way.
It smelled like soil and plants. She was standing in the garden, leaning abs
LeirionThere was once a petal that wished for freedom. It was attached to a flower that was attached to a wall that was attached to a castle. This castle was exquisite: it drew people towards it, beckoning them forward with its overwhelming, delightful aroma: the sweet, nothing scent of a bouquet. It stood on the edge of a vast forest and faced a vast sea. And it was called Leirion.Leirion
People traveled from miles around to see the flower castle and offer their own blossoms to add to its sturdy walls. It was an immense honor to know that your flower may be apart of this great palace because if it were, then the queen would doubtlessly look upon it
1712 Bradley LaneThe house was filled with people. Their cars were jammed into the driveway and parked in every free space on the street. The windows of the house were painted with their faces, each looking anxiously out at the girl standing, alone, on the lawn.1712 Bradley Lane
None of these people belonged in that house. They meandered around, looking sadly at the photos lining the walls, whispering about how lovely she was or how sweet or how loving. They stood in corners, holding bottles of water or cups of coffee – which they had, uncertainly, helped themselves to – talking in hushed voices about how tragic this whole situation was, or how the fune
Girls Driving Home from SchoolShe wondered if he was actually looking at her in his rear view mirror. Because of the way his car sloped and the glare on the window, she couldn’t tell. She was rubbing her shoulders, as though she was sore and her neck hurt. She didn’t really know why she did that. If he was looking at her, would she really seem more attractive if she had a sore back?Girls Driving Home from School
She was far more aware of the subtle movements she made when she suspected him of watching her. The way her arm casually supported her head, her elbow resting on the edge of the window. Her hand looked delicate, curved against the curve of the steering wheel, her finger
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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...See there's still a place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.
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