The Person Within

                 The coal colored sky was dotted with bright stars. Jeremiah was not looking up at the picture-perfect sky, but rather, at his girlfriend, Daisy. Jeremiah's ocean-colored eyes shone as bright as the stars, his chest heaved up and down and his gruff manly voice cracked as he broke the silent night air.
                " Daisy,  I have to tell you something, a secret." Daisy let his sweaty hand slip away from her dainty one and looked deep in to his eyes, those eyes she loved so much.
                " You know I'll listen to you...always." Her voice lowered and she got on her toes to gently kiss his nose. Then rested her blonde head on his chest, to find his heart beating fast. Jeremiah took a huge gulp of air, that caught in his throat, as if it was Elmer's glue. He took Daisy's warm hands and pushed her away to look in her chocolate-colored eyes.
                " I know, I will always do everything in my power to keep anyone from hurting. When I tell you, I don't expect you to understand...I was young and foolish but now..." his voice fell as if it were falling from a huge skyscraper and he couldn't finish. His pale face turned paler, finally Daisy said,
                 "Whatever it was, it will never change the way I feel about you." She said with serious voice.
                "But what if you hate me? I still haven't gotten over it." He shuddered
                 "Tell me." Daisy was now truly worried. 'What doesn't he want to tell me?' Daisy thought. A few moments were filled with intense silence, the grass around them looked blue against the moon light. This was their place to get away from the problems not let it join them.
               " One night, back in my senior year, some of my friends and I went for a drive after a party. They were wasted beyond belief, but I was the only coherent one there, so I drove. Anyway, we were driving down this steep road, there were a lot of sharp corners. But I...I," his voice cracked again and tears filled the corners of his eyes, Daisy scooted closer to him and pressed her hand into his, wanting ti comfort him. He finally cleared his throat, after what it felt like a century.
               " Well driving a Ford Pinto, it never took the corners well. One corner was really bad that night, and I was going to fast to make the corner." He began to talk faster before he broke down, " We went through a broken gate and barreled through I don't know how many trees, it was pitch black. I woke up in the dark, I could hear one of the wheels still turning, but the tire spinning was the only sound I could hear. By now he was letting the emotions flow, Daisy tried to keep herself together, for him. Jeremiah lifted his head up and held Daisy's face in his hands. Daisy whispered,
              " I'll always love you." That's all he wanted to hear.

Three minute stories

"I saw my life twist into the air."

  I read Ocean Child, the quote above is from that story. The story was sad and to me,  have a sense of hopelessness. The story makes me think, it might have actually happen to someone and when a story tells a truth, it makes the reader think deeply just for a moment or two.

    His floor. I read this story and honestly i did not see any significance in it. Except for the part, were the older lady, Burdette, who has a patterned lifestyle, always the same routine everyday, this caught my attention because  dooing the exact thing everyday would make you feel lonely.

    Honor. The story was interesting, it was sad but not sudden. Until the very last sentence you finally knew what was said to the wife about her husband. She explained a lot about her husband but without really telling anything.

Melody

                A chilled breeze ran over my face as i carefully made my way to the door of the River Rim cafe. Opening the door, I immediately felt the electric fire in the corner warm my face. The smell of homemade goodies and coffee filled my nose with their deliciousness. I was here to watch and listen to melodies and beautiful notes stream from two people who have a love for playing music.
                First, I needed a cup of coffee. "What can I get for you?" Smiled a dimple-faced lady behind the counter. "A mocha, please." I said. My mouth was watering form the overwhelming smell of goodness. I saw a huge dark leather, in perfect condition, chair sitting next to where the band would be playing tonight. I could feel myself smile at finding such a perfect seat, not to mention amazingly cozy. It felt like the chair would swallow me up in to its comfy cushions.
                Looking up, after focusing on how comfy he chair was, my eyes took in two, middle-aged adults. The woman had a quiet smile, but her dark eyes were shining brighter than the sun. She was slowly tuning a dark-wooded cello. It looked bigger than the woman. There was a man sitting a few feet away. He was tall, and had a strong  but lean figure. A cheery smile played on his lips, his blue eyes shone wisdom only found with with age. He held a cream colored Fender acoustic guitar in one hand,  and wore faded leather cowboy boots.
                I was contemplating, wondering about the woman and man intently, that I didn't  realize a fresh cup of coffee steaming beside me on a small table to my right. I took a long, slow sip, the warmth coursed through me. The guitar man's hands flew masterfully over the strings. The woman sat on edge, cello bow in one hand, her left hand pressing into the graceful strings. The two of them mad e a amazing sound, I have never heard a more wanted sound.
               Every song has a story behind it. A song writer can be any age, you could make up lyrics anytime of the day, that's what makes listening to music so enjoyable, we can relate to lyrics. When the two musicians played there heart out that night, i could tell music made them happy.               

Showing but not telling

It was 20 years ago, so long ago but i still remember every single emotion that cascaded on me, not feeling warmth of freedom coursing through my veins. It the time of the Great war. I remember being a young nurse,a feeling of positive hope never aware of the infinite darkness awaiting our souls. The war  was lonely,even though I was surrounded by thousands of people, the smell of dirt and lifeless bodies made my once bright hope seem silly, but more important than ever to have it.
   Tears were as common as breathing, once a young man lay in a dirty cot in front of me with a badly seared and bleeding leg. For one moment i forgot why i was there, tears flowed down his dirty face but he almost looked peaceful now. As if he finally won a long hard inward battle... he did.

thy blog

Thy blog

Hi there all! This blog is for all of you out there who LOVE reading nerdy books and eating sour patch kids, welcome.