Ever so slowly
The sound of your voice
Crawls into my mind
And your laughter
Like wind chimes
I feel the softness of your skin
To my every whim
And I look into your eyes
What if you were mine
The thought of you -
The image of you -
The idea of you -
It keeps haunting me
He stared at the window, started to reminisce about the past. He looked at the moon and felt a longing that can only be healed by her touch. He closed his eyes, picture an image of her as he is slowly consumed by the sounds of the night lulling him to sleep.
She looked outside trying to focus on her work. She watched as people come and go, and wondered why she was not with him. She realized a lot of things have changed between them and just like the moon and sun, they can never meet each other again.
The Strength to Forgive
She looked at herself in the mirror. She felt at peace at what she saw for the other person looking directly at her was smiling. She could hear children laughing downstairs and the sound of their laughter gave her the courage to face everything that lies ahead.
As she looked around the bedroom that she once shared with someone she loved, she did not feel empty. For that one person, though he was gone, was replaced by another. She felt satisfied, stronger. The storm that has been in her heart for the longest time finally subsided and she has decided to forgive.
Slowly, she made her way to the bathroom. She felt tired, sore, even scared. She did not want to see what she thought she might see, but she had to confirm.
First, she stripped. She did not know why, but she felt that being naked made her more aware of her surroundings after the accident. Then, she found the courage to look in the mirror.
What she saw was… Repulsive… It was so unattractive, so ugly she thought it was a beast. But then it was her. From this moment on she will live with this face.
She did not feel sad. She felt angry. She felt robbed.
her body feels like
and whiskey slaps
against fragile skin;
there is devil somewhere
beneath her skin situated
right next to the angel in her
beneath her tongue
is a poison only the luckiest
of lovers has swallowed;
she is said to be a
woman of myth;
the modern siren
sleeping in your most
lovely of nightmares.
The Story in a Poem
Tony felt his heart was about to explode when he saw Lizzy smiled while talking with her classmate. She was and still is the love of his life even though the two of them ended their relationship two years ago.
He started to write while staring at her lovely face.
I fell in love with you
and so did you with me
But we grew apart -
Despite that, you are
Still in my Heart.
Not being able to control the tears, Tony went out of the room not noticing Lizzy looking at him with sad eyes.
Don’t Look Too Close
I was on my way home from a 12-hour shift - it was almost 1 AM and I was very tired.
I could feel a chill in the air as I was walking along a dimly-lit road. Thinking of things lurking in the dark, I felt goosebumps as fear started to envelope me.
Suddenly, I saw a pair of red eyes a little further beside me and they seem to be following me. Curious, I stared at them and for a second, I could make out a face.
It was the most horrifying face I had ever seen. The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital and the person beside me said I had been unconscious for almost a day.
My first entry for the 100-word story challenge that my best friend and I just started. Ah, its a little difficult.