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Goodbye
For a prompt: "Write about saying goodbye" on Your Scribbles.
"Go. You've got to go now."
He squeezed her shoulders fiercely and never broke eye contact.
She hesitated, feeling bile building in her throat. The familiar feeling of overwhelming hopelessness was all she knew anymore. It never went away, was a constant companion now. She tore her eyes ( Read more... ) -
Hello Darkness, my old friend......
I am hard at work on a new piece and hope to have it for you shortly.....and I know that I went through a period of honest to goodness schmoopy writing....but I believe that time is gone. :D I'm honestly aiming for darker with this piece. Not so dark that you want to jump off a bridge but more to blow the dust of sweetness and love away for a bit. ( Read more... ) -
All the same.......
I've decided to post up a piece of fanfic that I wrote ages ago because I love Matt and he reminded me the other day that sometimes the things that you create are more important than you know. This one piece brought he and I together and I will eternally be grateful that these words came to me and that he found them. It's amazing how you can think ( Read more... ) -
She.....
A quick short ( Read more... ) -
Have no worries...
For a prompt on Your_Scribbles Here.
Try as I would have liked, I don't think I did a great job of following the actual prompt but it's ok. :D
Original Fiction (or non-fiction...whatever the case may be) ;)
Title: Untitled
Author: Bella Dayenu
Rating: R
Word Count: 2184
Warnings: Language, sexual situations
Summary: She knows she has to make a choice ( Read more... ) -
I would wait a lifetime..... And I would wait for you
"It shouldn't be this hard," I whisper to myself.
She's on the other end of the line and I hear the sharp exhale when she hears my words. I can picture her nervously shifting in her chair and mentally preparing for the worst. The thing she doesn't know, the thing she'll not get until I just say it , is that I love her and I can't imagine a day ( Read more... ) -
I try to get a grip but I find I always slip on fingertips...........
The quiet melody she is playing stops short and catches my attention. I swivel in my chair to look over my shoulder at her. Her pink tongue is poking out of the side of her mouth in concentration. I glance down to her lap and watch as she stretches her fingers and then places them back on the strings of her favorite guitar. She pulls and ( Read more... )