Category Archives: twists and turns of fate
XII.
X asked her how she felt, and she replied, “I do not.” X’s brow creased in consternation, but he nevertheless kissed her forehead, as was his custom, and left, muttering meaningless platitudes about love. She prayed he would not return.
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little moments.
My muscles are aching after yesterday’s exhaustingly dizzifying (literally. FY and I were seeing stars in the last 5min) tennis session. Still, it feels good to get a workout. What I need now is a nice shoulder massage. Owwww. – … Continue reading
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XI.
He smiled and smiled, but never once did he laugh whilst she was alive. Now all he felt was pity. There was no love, no sorrow, no hate, no remorse. There he stood, watching attentively, as the remains of her … Continue reading
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we were heroes.
First we were observers. Then we were participants. Heroes we tried to be, The battle valiantly fought. Defeat was the outcome, As slaves we did fall. We’re no longer the participants, Mere observers once more.
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strawberry & chocolate.
I thought I’d come full circle, when I’d only walked half the mile. I think I’ve finally made it though, because it – this – feels like home.
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ten.
The dead end confirmed it. She’d taken a wrong turn, somewhere along the way. But how could it be? She had been so certain, so sure that she’d been guided by someone, or something. Every step had felt so right, … Continue reading
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paradox.
Eight. It was raining, but only in the backyard. The sun shone brightly down on the front lawn. Birds twittered merrily in the bushes, singing songs of serene delight.The house was empty, save for him. It had four walls, but … Continue reading
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seven.
It’s when she’s all alone, when she hugs her knees to her chest, and her head sinks in defeat, that she’s honest with herself. It’s only when the confused welter of thoughts swirl around inside her exhausted mind that she’s … Continue reading
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these small hours.
Five. There was something about this night that just felt so right. They waltzed to the silent orchestra in their minds, the grass dewy beneath their unclad feet. There was nothing to connect them; yet in their intense gaze was … Continue reading
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