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The house is too big and too empty as it watches over the widow crouching in the corner of the emptiest room of all. Her hands tremble as tears trickle along her veins and fall silently onto the hardwood floor.
In the garden, the sun burns the back of the little girl in the white dress with the blue satin sash as she slides off the swing, walks past the front door, up the creaking stairs, and into Grandpa's room.
Her tiny hands gently stroke the heaving back of the older woman.
"Don't cry, Grandma. Grandpa's just gone to heaven."
In the garden, the sun burns the back of the little girl in the white dress with the blue satin sash as she slides off the swing, walks past the front door, up the creaking stairs, and into Grandpa's room.
Her tiny hands gently stroke the heaving back of the older woman.
"Don't cry, Grandma. Grandpa's just gone to heaven."
Literature
Youth
A thousand burning candles
lighting up a temple.
With the quenching of the last flickering flame
the aegis falls,
and the sacred building crumbles.
Literature
A Letter of Understanding
Dear Heart,
Let us come to an understanding.
Welcome to your wake up call.
You are a fool. I'm sorry, but it is true.
Life isn't a fairy tale.
You knew this, always.
There is no such thing as happy endings.
The frog you wanted to kissed… he'd still be a frog.
And that prince?
He was perfect- sweet, smooth talking, a dream come true.
Until you found out he was only charming; not sincere.
Sitting on the steps as the dawn falls around you, waiting for him like in the movies?
Honey, he's already moving on. Those tail lights you see driving away in your mind's eye?
Yeah, they're his.
Never trust love; never think for a minute it's true.
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Old Habits
He made his way along the path, trying desperately to recognize anything familiar. Anything that would confirm he was in the right place, or not.
Reaching the end of the sidewalk, he paused, taking in the surroundings.
His eyes scanned along the row of apartments, then down the walkway in front of him and along the street and sidewalk before focusing back on the building ahead. He let a slow breath blow between his lips, running his hands along his pants pockets; his nervous habit, noting to himself that his breathing was oddly consistent considering the agitation that was stirring in his stomach. The only thing worse than being right, he t
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This is terrific! I'm not a normally cryin' kind of guy, but you managed to jerk a tear from me with very few words.
I love this:
"as tears trickle along her veins"
That's pure art.
I love this:
"as tears trickle along her veins"
That's pure art.