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You say goodbye, I say hello“Samantha;” came his voice, whispering to me in the night and rousing me from my dreams.You say goodbye, I say hello
I sat up to see him standing at the foot of my bed and met his eyes. The moonlight spilling in from the window gave him a strangely beautiful glow.
“Hello darling,” he said with a sad smile on his face.
“How did you get in here?” I asked. I was certain that I’d locked the door.
“I love you,” he told me.
“I love you too,” I said. Something about his smile and the way he was speaking told me that something was wrong. “What is it, Pete
by ~donteatpoop
Not Going OnTwo men, Mike and James, stand beside each other in the dark. An enthusiastic voice booms in the background of the entire scene.Not Going On
Mike: I can’t go on.
James: What are you talking about? You have to go on.
Mike: I can’t.
(a short period of silence between them)
James: What have I told you?
Mike: I know... I should’ve listened.
James: Damn right you should have.
Mike: But I didn’t, and now... (almost vomits)
James: I don’t want to hear it, Mike. You’re going on in... (
by ~donteatpoop
After the Epic BattleThe blood covered knight screamed out in anguish, a pain filled and terrified scream. “Water!!” He managed to say.After the Epic Battle
Dutifully, one of the peasants doused the man with a bucket of water. The water hissed on contact with the red-hot blood, steam erupting on contact.
“I need more!” he shouted. “It burns!” The blood literally steamed.
They brought more, he was a hero after all. A knight of the kingdom, a twice proven protector of the realm. Sir Jemji, the dragon slayer. He was relatively young, just 24 winters, but he was young for a knight of Blegan.
Homes smoldere
by ~donteatpoop
LonelinessMy eyes flutter open to stare momentarily at the white ceiling above. I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve seen home now, time is immeasurable in such misery.Loneliness
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and sit still for a while, picturing the face of my wife and the voice of my little girl. I remember. Tears roll down my cheeks as I force myself to recall every detail of my life with them. It hurts to remember, but I remember everything I can. It is a hurt that I won’t dare live without.
Sometimes, as I try to recall the details, I realize that I have forgotten something. I have forgotten thi
by ~donteatpoop
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