River of Tears by Karen Godfrey
Most of the time she wore a smile bright enough to light up a village. Today was not the same. Sadness overflowed from heart to mind until she was forced to get the raft from her hall closet and blow it up, so she could keep from drowning in her tears. A table floated by.
Let's have it, loves! 55 words!
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ok, here is mine, Miss Susie Q
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Late at night, fingers stroke, caressing a forbidden love. Silence is so important, critical. If heard, if he discovers them together like this, at this hour he will be so annoyed. She smiled, enjoying the stolen moments. Then she froze as she heard, "Will you please turn off that bloody computer and come to bed!"
oh logo you slay me!
He walked silently, head hung. Tears flowing like rain, blurring the world. The words ... the damned words. How could ink on paper flay his soul like a cat-of-nine-tails? His future empty, tomorrow uncertain, he stumbled along blindly, heedlessly. Seven words: "I'm sorry, give the kids my love." Steel lacerates skin, then silence ...
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LOL @ Logo...wonderful ! If I were better with words I would attempt the 55! Have a good weekend!
Come on you guys! LOL do it...I did, and Im a total lame ass writer.....
Neat. Have you seen Synchronicity of Indeterminacy? I'm here via logo.
Ariella saw the sunrise the same way every morning. Leaving home to get water from the well, she wondered if there was blue. Pink and rose and red and dark were the only colors she knew. Her wholesomeness caught the attention of the local Prince who told his courtiers, "keep her away from me."
I return one word for the next person.
Flying, that is what it was. Flying low.Frenzied chaos, moving into a smooth blur of color.Background noise gone in a roar of sound. A sudden flash of red and blue in the background and it all came crashing down, from harmony back to chaos. I am sorry officer, I can't drive fifty five.
wow, yours mine and tommy gunn's...lots of sadness today....good one though!
OOo you ARE bossy arn't you! Here goes:
"Drip, drip, drip, the scalding tears ran off her face unchecked. It was inconceivable, outrageous, how much he had hurt her! It gave her no satisfaction to notice the way his hands shook. She was nearly blinded by her tears. He was obviously just blind. The time had come to find a less elderly optician."
Well, I played and I also came up with my ice cream songlist!
All the shizats on my blog...
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Your quiz results: You are APRIL! Wholesome and natural, you know the Earth supports you, and you support it right back. Active and healthy, you are most at home outdoors, and your diet is healthy AND politically correct. So what if your idea of a good time is to run barefoot in the rain? If other people want to complain about your funny ideas and occasional odor, let 'em. They don't know what they're missing!
55 exactly, I think!
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I woke up on the steps of the local 1st Baptist church again. Not that I'm particular, it's just the local holy place. I'd been searching all night to find my angel, but she's elusive and mysterious. She come to me in my dreams, but so rarely. Last night I asked her about my father because I was sure he had arrived in heaven by now. But I can't get her to speak to me. She's always holding a list, but I can't read what it says. I must find her.
Sadness, like a talisman she wears… memories of happy times, of sweet times, of better times… memories worth having. Now, a shell of the self she had been – a mere whisper of a soul. Caught in the in between, neither here nor there - nothing. Unable to pass from one plane to the next, she drifts…
The family dog was the first to notice the rumbling sound under the backyard lawn.His constant digging had drawn the attention of Michael, the homeowner.His flashlight revealed huge tunnels dug by mutant moles.He began playing a recording in the hole of Rosanne Barr singing the National Anthem..they've since disappeared.
A nice long ride then a respite by the river. Walking down in front of you, feeling you pull me back, suddenly our lips meet, tongues lash, probe and discover hidden places. How you remind me that I am yours, take me again and again. What a miracle, to talk or kiss? Pleasure in both.
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