Windows to the Soul
The hallways are dark, that lead to the open window. the walls, once brilliant, by pain, have been brought low. the windows are open, unobstructed, so they can see the emptiness and shame, that has taken over me.
Someone to Hold Ch1
**someone to hold** by sheba wolf reiza sat staring out the window, not really noticing anything. she didn't even notice the squirells playing in the tree in her yard.
Raindrops :Short Poem:
#1 of poetry your pitter-patter sound hits the window like an endless, tuneless drum beat. no definite size, nor shape, nor path you aimlessly fall from the heavens.
Five nights at Jack's (part 6)
He stood up right in front of the window, he slowly raised his hook and than dragged his hook down the window. it created a horrid screeching noise and a deep scratch in the window. i flicked on the flashlight, foxy virtually roared, making me jump.
Sexist Windows
"_i_ can see girls in this window."
Windows to the Soul
"The court marshal of Sergeant Jack Russell will presently convene." Everyone in the court room went silent. "Sergeant Russell, before we begin with these proceedings, are you prepared to plead guilty to the charges brought against you?' The...
Bright star
#2 of poetry ~ a bright star shines tonight, through my window, seeps a dim light. a gentle gaze caresses me in delight, feeling of bliss, while you're by my side.
NM #13 ~ Window
Niv lay still, eyes closed and doing his best to deny consciousness. He eventually stretched and oriented himself, finally accepting he'd be unable to recapture that blissful oblivion of sleep. He was alone, and no light peeked through the curtains,...
Shattered Soul - Windows
'the eyes are the window to the soul' as she sat at her desk she softly said.
Book of Particles: Silver Stream Memory 2
The bed itself was at the foot of a double window, the wall on the right side of the room if facing the door. then on the other side of the room at the foot of the bed is a dresser with a tv at the top of it.
Five Fingers on a Dusty Window
He interrupted, tracing the letters café in the dust on my window with an unwashed finger. i was about to tell him to "keep his greasy paws off my damn window!"
Look Through My Window
The front windows were rolled all the way down. field, to start, had rolled his own window down, but the feeling of the wind in his fur ... was too fierce. so, he rolled it back up. mostly.