Remind Me...
SentimentalOne dog darted toward her long legs, nearly sending her face-first into the asphalt. She yelped, thrown momentarily off-balance, and fought her own forward momentum as she righted herself. Upset at the suddenly skittish dog she slowed back to a walk and shortened their leashes. Cowardly animals, she thought angrily, they act like they've never been through a thunder storm.
The rain subsided as she rounded a corner and her street came into view. The summer air was hot and humid; her short hai(r clung to her temples and the back of her neck as she made her way up the street. A cool breeze caressed her with the gentleness of a lover. Although if she had to choose between the breeze and the lover she would choose the lover every time)
She loosed the dogs in the backyard and went around to her porch to enjoy the coming storm. She had left a book out on the tiny table by the rocking porch-seat she loved so much.
White lightning spiderwebbed across the deep blue-grey clouds. A rush went through her and she wished for someone to be there with her-- someone to share in her joy of the summer storm. She felt the emptiness beside her like a physical pain. What would she give to have him back-- to have him right there-- even as just a friend? What would she give to have a sweet summer ro-mance?
She shook her head as thunder boomed overhead, rattling her to her core. She looked up at the darkening sky. "Je m'ennuie de toi" she murmured. The cool wind whipped through her hair. She gazed into the clouds, lightning illuminaing the darkening sky, and listened to a chorus of thunder. She sighed softly and sat back to enjoy the spectacle of nature that so perfectly mirrored her soul.
Nothing like a good thunderstorm to remind you that you're still alive.
Devious Comments
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That was absolutely brilliant!
it was so detailed,I envy your skill!
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To live and not to breathe, is to die in tragedy
lmao don't worry about your language. if you knew how me and some of my friends talk...
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To be loved and loved back... that's bliss. Unrequited love... constant agony.
~Zima, from "Chobits"
you're a great writer, too! (: i wish my poems were as good as yours. short stories are about the extent of my skill so far XD (i plan on improving upon my poetry this summer)
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To be loved and loved back... that's bliss. Unrequited love... constant agony.
~Zima, from "Chobits"
i suppose they are... i don't think so
but then again, i dislike most of my work so maybe i'm not the best person to judge it XD
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To be loved and loved back... that's bliss. Unrequited love... constant agony.
~Zima, from "Chobits"
Your a better poet than me
and maybe that's the problem,you need to be less hard on yourself I think xD
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To be loved and loved back... that's bliss. Unrequited love... constant agony.
~Zima, from "Chobits"
LOL fair enough. I am an obnexious, loud mouth, arsehole. Who swears like there is no tomorrow. Trust me if you met me in person you would hardle reconise me.
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To live and not to breathe, is to die in tragedy
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