Stories tagged “him”
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Him........
I cry as the gun falls from my sweaty hands. He stands there, watching. Watching… I glare at his blank face. “What the fuck do you want!” I yell through sobs. He stands. In anger, i throw the gun at him. It passes through his imagina...
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Tonight Feels Like Renewal
I take your hand We stare face to face Something feels renewed No more fighting words You smile at me Just like the first time I got into your car And took your hand You pull me in close Just like the first time Your lips met mine My heart races just ...
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Page 232
232 I stood on the podium and faced the mirrors. That was when a smile crossed my lips and I thought yes, this was the dress. In my favorite shade of blue, this dress fit me in all the right places. The dress was strapless and flowed to the bottom. For...
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Today
In the past I thought about how this day would be. The sun would be shinning and I would see your black car pull up into the drive. I would imagine myself pounding out the door and running as fast as possible into your arms. You would pick me up and sp...
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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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New
I see how much I’ve grown I look at things differently A new image looks back at me Every time I catch a glimpse Finally I am happy I know who I am I can go out on my own I will do what I need to do No longer am I dependant No longer do I need yo...
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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...