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The Boy He Once Loved He looked down at the boy he once loved, lying so peacefully in the casket in front of him.
He laid his hand on the pearlescent white inner lining.
His eyes, already puffy and sore from the days of straight crying, started to water yet again. He wipes them away, still staring at the boy he had loved for over a year lying dormant for the final time.
Behind him, comes the deceased's mother father and sister.
"You know, Dom, he loved you very much." She rested her hand on his shoulder, and wept with him silently. The father stood silently on her right, with the sister in toe. She cried as well.
They all just stood there, alone in the room.
How he wanted to touch his hand
What The Heart WantsSome days I just stare into the mirror and imagine where I'll be in thirty years.
At 33, I could see myself living alone with a prissy dog.
Because, anytime I see myself with a guy, I just imagine being so uncomfortable.
When he touches me, I shy away. When he hugs me, I pull back. When he kisses me, I turn my head. Sometimes, I wonder, if I even am gay.
If I'm gay, and I do see no problem with it whatsoever, why do I imagine these thigns? Why can't I picture myself happy with another man?
I mean, I want a boyfriend deep down, but maybe that's not what I "truly" want.
Whenever an opportunity comes my way, I tend to lash out. I tend to become a jackass and drive them away. But the ones I want, tend to leave me.
And, anytime I see myself with a girl, I justno.
Not what I want.
I can't picture myself with either.
Maybe that means I'm just still unsure.
Maybe that just means I'm meant to be alone.
Maybe that mean
StalkerI look at your pictures online, view every one.
I've always wondered when you may kiss me the way you kiss her in the pictures, hug me like that.
I've often dreamed about the time you and I could spend together, on summer nights. We could just lie together in the field, caressing each other, watching the stars twinkle above us.
It's the time I want us to spend together.
It's the time we need to spend together.
If we just got to know each other; I'm sure I could make you happy, treat you better than she treats you.
That break up that you guys just had that lasted about two weeks? Yeah, hun, that won't happen with me. We could be happy.
We could be permanent.
Well, not so permanentgay marriage is still illegal in PA, Sadly.
But, I swear I could show you a better time than she ever couldI know how to have fun.
So, Alec, take me for a spin.
Gage's Final FarewellHere, before us today, lies a boy who's life was taken from us prematurely by a disease.
Without dwelling on the negative, we must focus on the lives this boy has touched. At only seventeen, he's made lots of friends. He's been there through, and helped to sort out, numerous dilemmas.
Now, as I veer off of the eulogy I prepared, I've spoken to a few of his close friends; just before the mass began, a young lady approached me and told me a story about how this young man saved her life. She was having issues. And he helped, as she says, immensely. Without him, she added, that she saw no way out. She contemplated suicide.
I had the pleasure of meeting this young man's boyfriend before this ceremony as well. He walked up, shook my hand, and told me, once again, how amazing of a boy Gage really was.
It is always tragic; the death of a child. More so, I would say, than any other kind. But,
I Miss You... I lay on his bed, I breathe in his scent silently staining his sheets with my tears. I sit in his chair, staring senselessly at his computer screen just thinking about how much he used this thing. I run my hand over his keyboard; I grip his mouse.
He was way too young to have taken his own life so senselessly. He could have gotten help he could have said something-anything- to me... maybe a bye? That may have actually soothed so many of my worries and some of my regrets that I now have...
He couldn't have even thought about the effect all of this might have on our family.
I take something to keep his memoryhis bible. As i go to pick it up off of his nightstand, i see a piece of paper tucked gently between the pages... the handwriting was jittery and the p
Secrets Maybe he won't find out this time; maybe he won't realize the smell. He sure does smell good.
My boyfriend, Nick, was waiting in the living room-we just moved in together just a few months ago, and everything was going great. "Hey, babe. Getting in kind of late?"
"Yeah, sorry hun, the meeting ran over." I kissed him on the cheek. Maybe I was just paranoid, but I heard him take a long inhale.
"Your meetings have been doing that lately, haven't they?"
"Yeah, sorry.. we're releasing a new product soon, so that shit kind of happens. I promise you it won't tomorrow." I kissed forehead and headed to bed, relieved he didn't smell his scent on me.
I go lie in bed
Canada X Reader Maple Cookies Prize
Canada X Reader Maple Cookies
Mattie or Matthew turned to see a girl with (hair/length) (hair/color) hair and (eye/color) eye running toward him. He waited for her to get to him and catch her breath. When she did she smiled at him.
“I did it” she says holding up a paper
“Did what (Name)?” he asks
“I signed up for the food fair and got the country I wanted” (Name) answers
“Cool, which country did you chose?” he asks curiously
“Canada” she says simply
Matthews’s cheeks turn pink.
“What are you going to make?” he asks
“I have a bunch of maple flavored recipes I’m going to make and I have already started the info poster”
“I can help you if you want”
“No thanks, I want it to be a surprise”
(Name) winks at him the strolls away. After that Matthew barely saw (Name). She would wave at him, they would talk for a bit then she would leave and whenever he as
Scooby Doo and Shaggy VS Animatronics: Battle
The Mystery Machine was driving down a bleak road in the middle of the forest. Shaggy and Scooby had to do all of the Mystery Solving, since the rest of the gang was on a vacation. They were looking for a rest stop, or, at least, a place to eat. Scooby had eaten all of their food for the trip.
"Jeez, Scoob, why do I have a feeling this might be more difficult without Fred, Daphine, and Velma?"
"Raggy, look, a sign!"
The sign spoke of an exit, about half a mile away. Shaggy stopped for a minute and examined the sign.
"On exit five, turn left, and you will find a small town, home of Freddy Fazbear's pizzerea. This famed Pizza restaurant makes some of the best Pizza 'round. Though make sure to leave by closing, as the restaurant is not responsible for any dismemberment and mutilation."
Scooby ran up to the window closest to Shaggy.
"Rid you say Pizza?"
"Yeah, Scoob! Let's go there, and besides, I wasn't paying attention at that last part anyways!"
Shaggy leapt into the front seat, and sta
A Letter from your SongsAnother oldie... Not a poem this time, but a letter written to song artist Stevie Nicks, (who has been a favorite of mine and a big inspiration to me for a very long time...since my teen years).
The letter is written to her using her songs. (which are shown in bold)
Has anyone ever written anything for you?
I have, and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for: The beginning of The dance. For being there at the Edge of seventeen of my life. For showing me the sparkling beauty of the Silver spring. For the contrast of Leather and lace . For introducing me to Sarah. For embracing the world within your Dreams . For knowing your Destiny : and being the Kind of woman that you are; giving, Unconditional love. Even though Outside the rain wreaked
Death followed my father home.Death bought a new pair of shoes from my father. It left and hit a woman right in front of my father’s store. It dragged her thirty feet across the parking lot before speeding off, leaving her to bleed in front of Target. It brought my father out of his shoe store to direct traffic around the body, blood trickling against his shoes. It tapped the shoulder of an employee with CPR training. It got blood all over his clothes and sent him home early for the day when there was nothing he could do.
Death followed my father home. It called my father’s cell phone with an invitation he couldn’t turn down. It put a new playlist in my father’s Pandora shuffle that brought him to tears. It picked out the finest formal wear my father owned and laid it on the bed. It cancelled the plans my father had with his grandson.
Death gave my nephew an empty balloon. My father took it away before he could choke. It wheezed a skeletal laugh and patted the boy on the head.
ShipsDo you know why its a bad idea for ships to travel side by side over the sea?
They sat side by side, husband and wife, not touching. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa, as though she was scared to come into contact with anything solid. He, on the other hand, lay so far back that he was almost flat, as though hoped that the cushions would swallow him. He was wrapped in a blanket (he was always cold these days) whereas she just looked cold. Not as if she was cold, but as if she radiated it, as though it was some sort of negative heat. Neither of them looked at each other. They both acted as though the TV was their entire world.
The motion of the waves acts on the outer edge of each of the two ships.
"Do you still love me?" she said suddenly. He didn't reply. This wasn't particularly surprising, as she had been dead for a year now. She sighed, and he wriggled deeper under his blanket.
But the really interesting part is that each of the ships acts as a natural shield
Wizards in Training (TG) (Request)(WARNING: This story contains descriptions of a man turning into a woman. If this puts you off, feel free to pass this up.)
The Pogona Institution for the Magically Inclined; call it your real-world Hogwarts equivalent if you will. This was a prestigious college, located in far off in the Canadian wilderness, surrounded by lush forests and mirror-like lakes, beyond which the snow-covered mountains rise to dominate the skyline. The college itself was not unlike your modern campus grounds, only it featured more of an elegant decor than most other public educational establishments. Despite the absolutely beautiful view, this school was particularly private, and only those who prove themselves to be truly capable of wielding arcane forces are allowed to enter. This process is full of all sorts of challenges and troubles, but some people manage to make it in by the skin of their neck. Two such people are new students Aaron and Bennett, who had just enrolled a week ago.
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 3)Chapter Three: Old Habits
I was mercilessly awoken the next morning by the ringing of my cell phone. I groaned when I remembered that I had set my alarm, but became a bit confused when I realized that it was my ringtone that was playing. I slid over to the edge of the lofted bed and reached for the device sitting on my makeshift nightstand. Turning on my lamp, I answered the call, not even bothering to see who it was. “Hello?”
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!” a familiar voice chirped through the speaker.
I let out a loud sigh. “How did you get my number?” I slurred.
“Armin gave it to me,” Marco replied. “He helped with band registration, and you filled out this number on your form.”
I rubbed my eyes, lifting my head and propping it up on my hand. “Lovely. I hope you’re not gonna make a habit of this.”
He chuckled. “Well, you said you weren’t a morning person, so I just wanted to help you out.
America x reader: late night grocery shoppingI do not own hetalia or you~
15 years old, you are England's child
I felt my arm being shaken. "Hey...hey (name)...wake up!" I heard an American voice whisper. I opened my eyes slightly. "Alfie what time is it...and how did you get into England's house?" I groaned. "I picked the lock...come with me to the grocery store!" He said. I leaned up. "Okay...why?" I asked lazily throwing my feet over the bedside. "Because I ran out of coke and I need more but I don't wanna go alone." He said. I nodded as I tugged on a hoodie and held my arms up. "Carry me." I said. Alfred laughed and let me hop onto his back. I laid my head on his shoulder and watched everything move by me. Soon we got to the car and he put me in the passenger seat.
We drove quickly to the grocery store, however I didn't get to be carried because an angry woman yelled at us when we walked in with me on his back. So Alfred got a cart and let me sit in it. "Dang...someone needs a happy meal." Alfred said in a snappy t
Writing Practice: DescriptionI lifted the rock in the corner, and took the half-empty pack of Marlboros into my hand. My fingers trembled as I took a cigarette from the pack. I havent smoked in months I light up, the smoke floats from the blackening tip. I raise the filter to my lips, and breathe in. I feel the smoke engulf my lungs, my throat goes dry. I exhale, releasing every bit of the gray cloud, before taking another drag.
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