Stories tagged “candle”
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Created Hell
They are scientists taking you under their spell Love, they are giving you their created hell Broken hearts dangling on the mantle The only light seems to burn in a dreamland candle You only see it when you are asleep When you aren’t aware of wha...
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Something Special
From the beginning of James and Candace relationship there would always be a little shout around midnight. On the faithful day when it ended, James stood next to the couch and watched Candace pack her things. Candace turned around to face James, where ...
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Like a light in darkness
She was like a candle, Shining with all her might, Too brief was the time that she Was allowed to share her light. I barely knew the light she cast Before it became dark I barely heard the song she sang Like a nightingale or lark In a place that’s r...
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Breath (a dream)
Regina slowly shuffled past the older initiates to her appointed place to the right of the candelabrum. They were standing on the left, each dressed in a white robe with a hood hiding most of their features. Only the lit, white candle each one was hold...
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Hold Your Breath
We stood there until forever had come and gone. Time was inconsequential. It slipped by on a breeze, never to be seen or heard of again. Our eyes locked and glowed in the lamplight, as the candle burned at both ends. We both knew that we were running o...
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Numb Hope
No longer feel the pain of it Heart is numb from feeling it Candle of hope no longer lit Can’t go back to the daily grit Left in the darkness all alone Emptiness now that you’re gone Try to put it in a song But all the words, they come out ...
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Words of Wisdom
“I’m scared.” “Of what, dear?” Her deep, grandmotherly voice always soothes me. “…Losing. Losing myself? I don’t know. I don’t understand.” I bury my head in her sweater, confused and upset. S...
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A Very Tiny Lighthouse
“I’m sorry that this won’t work out. I want to like you as much as you like me, but it didn’t happen. I never wanted to hurt you, I just- I’m sorry.” John heard the words. Julie was breaking up with him. He shouldn&#...
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Mrs. Peacock Gets Rocked (pt. 1 of 2)
Mrs. Peacock sits in her white wicker chair complacently basking in a bright beam of warm October sunlight. She snoozes in and out of a luxurious dream— something indescribably lovely and peaceful— like heaven. The teapot awakens her with a...