When “so close” becomes “too close,” people sniff and step away— it’s body odor
the chip of diamond in my ring, some days feels more like a cement slab.
This week’s writing prompt at 3LineTales is the image below. “There it is son; that’s the house I grew up in.” “Gee, Dad…it’s so dark…weren’t you scared?” “Uh, no….we usually turned the lights on at night.”
Recipe for Peace: Hold hands and sing Kumbayah Add water, shake well.
love is not patient nor is it kind; love, it seems, doesn’t give a damn. there isn’t always someone for everyone: sometimes there’s no one
Rainbows dissipate and vanish without a trace — much like a mirage. a dying love leaves its memories, that in time grow vague and muddied. I believe in both rainbows and love; if only they would last awhile.
To fall in love with someone else’s love is to watch your heart bleed out. he’s not yours to love he doesn’t want your love, so quit acting stupid.
This week’s writing prompt at 3LineTales is the image below. Andy had been practicing for years and at this moment, he was living his dream. Finally, the seemingly endless hours of perfecting his swing had paid off. Andy achieved the goal of making his shadow look like a camel gazing backward at a manhole cover. […]