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Post by Sharon on May 23, 2008 6:42:06 GMT -6
Featured Word: NightDictionary.com definition: Steal Pronunciation[steel] –verb (used with object) 1. to take (the property of another or others) without permission or right, esp. secretly or by force: A pickpocket stole his watch. dictionary.reference.com/browse/steal
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Post by Absinthe on May 23, 2008 22:57:22 GMT -6
You steal my breath but I can't blame you. It is vulnerable, moist droplets dancing in the air between us. When our vapors mix in tantalizing swirls, I am drawn to you. Soon, I can't tell mine from yours and a single touch makes your theiving of such essential things seem heavenly. You steal my breath to steal all of me.
*ehh......effing writer's block. **
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Post by Cullen on May 24, 2008 0:25:02 GMT -6
Stolen words, that's all she left me with. I could taste the regurgitated letters, I could taste the stale words. My heart was in pieces, pieces small enough that when the wind began to blow, i was worried my heart would follow. My lips were numb the flavor on her tongue had just ceased its lingering presence, and the soft smell of her amber hair was carried off with the wind. My mouth felt dry, tasteless, and the only feeling I could feel was the warm oozing protruding from my chest. The warmth was coming from the gaping wound above my right pectoral muscle, I could feel the bullet burrowing deeper, luckily it wouldn't pierce my heart which was blowing away now.
I brought myself back up on to one knee. Dirt was stinging my eyes, they were watering slightly as I looked towards my assailant. The gun in his right hand was still smoking. Hanging on to his left shoulder was my creator, the one who broke me. Without a heart to stop from beating they couldn't kill me.
I glanced to my left, silhouetted against the darkening Nevadan sky was my '75 Corvette Stingray. Alice loved the way the wind felt on a cool August night like this. The desert got cool pretty quickly, the sand can't hold heat for long. We had driven out here to watch the stars, or at least that is what she told me we would be doing.
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yeah i don't know where its going....kind of a stream of concious thing
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