Stories tagged “her”
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Near Her
I was walking along the shore when I saw her. She stood facing the sea, ribbons of her raven black hair being tossed every which way by the wind. Her shoulders were hunched, as though she were nestling something very close to her chest. I longed to cal...
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golden sunshine music
Lying out on the deck was something she did daily. Around noon the wooden porch was fully in the sun and at 12:30 when she went and stretched out on it the wooden beams had soaked up so much lovely golden warmth that she could feel it seeping back out ...
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slightly louder than a heart beat
Do you understand the rain? It’s an easy thing for a blind man to comprehend. Rain falls from the sky and makes you wet. I hear it’s hard to see in the rain. For some of us, it’s hard to see regardless. I like the rain. I like things ...
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She Is
She’s got what I like to call ‘Lady Guinevere’ hair. It’s beautifully long and streaked with gold. She flatly refuses that it looks blonde. No one can ever tell what color her eyes are, since there are so many hues jam-packed in...
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It's her.
It’s her. She’s always in my thoughts, always clouding my vision. And still in my life, three years later. I see her almost every day. Being smart used to be a privilege, an excuse to see her. Now, it’s a punishment, condemning me to ...
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She Doesn't Know
I don’t know exactly when it happened, but it did, and maybe that’s all that matters. She is fascinating, and yet when I try to, I can’t describe her in just one word. There is no single word that can be bound to her. She’s tha...
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Feared By All
“I heard she made some girl pee her pants of embarrassment,” Markie, the “all-talk-no-action” girl whispers to her friend, Katy, who is reading a manga Sailor Moon novel. Uninterested in the conversation, she ignores her friend ...
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The marks on her arm
We are talking and I see the stains. She sees me looking and hides it from my sight. I ask her if I can speak to her in private. I tell her to show me her arm. She shows me her right arm. No, the other one. She hesitates, then rolls up the sleeve on he...
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Taking the Road Less Traveled by With My Sister
Locking arms together we stare down a path. “You ready sis?” She stares at me. Hope is glinting in her eyes. “I don’t know. Change isn’t easy for me.” I say back to her a little unsure. “We’re sisters tha...
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Note To Self
Today— Make sure You take your Stature in nature And set something Solid in said cement. Trace and imprint love And tell her it never went.
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Like An Accident
Expressionless, she layed on her bedroom floor. She no longer had tears to cry, or breaths to heave. She only wanted him. Just to see him. None of it made any sense. He was supposed to be nothing to her, his reputation throughout the city was disgustin...
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Uninfluenced By Others
It had to be him- she shot down the stairs and ran out the front door onto the driveway. There stood his long lean figure next to his red truck. She stopped at the sight of him. He was about six feet tall-two inches taller than she was- and he was sl...
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What's on the Flip Side of This Coin?
She was staring back at me, seemingly transfixed, an illusion created by the barrier between us. Perfect oval eyes, with just the right amount of grey mixed into their blue. Flawless skin, so far from my own freckle-studded face. A ballerina’s bo...
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Late Conversation
“I think, I needed this.” He nuzzles the top of her head; a fragance sweet and heady mingled in her hair reminds him of honey, apples, her. “It’s…it’s nice.” A make shift cover tangles around them, some slight warmth as the sweat that sli...