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Our First KissThe day spelled uncertainty as six foot, 170 pound, 25 year old Jason Hall gets to the bus depot to pick up his normal shuttle. The morning air causes the hair on his arms to send shivers throughout his whole body; his dark gray uniform also quivers with the breeze. “How is my baby doin’?” Jason exclaims while running his hand along the side of his newly washed bus. The day starts off mostly the same, the only exception is that there is a slight change in the route. This doesn't concern Jason, because on the bright side he no longer goes to the bus stop Elizabeth is always stationed at. However, this still burdens Jason at the same time. He opens his side window in hopes the cool air will clear his head.
Meanwhile...Elizabeth shuffles her feet, and counts the digits on her watch. The bus had been coming at a later time than usual, but on a brighter note Jason was no longer driving her route. The less she saw of him the better it was, at least that’s what she tho
Fall LoveWritten by: John D. Miller
My heart implodes as my mind tries to conceive the possibility of having to cut myself off from the love of my life. Red, yellow, and orange leaves fly in beautiful patterns in front of my face but I’m too depressed to acknowledge it’s existence. I perceive the white clouds of my breathe as my heart escaping my chest cavity in the form of ice. Water obstructs my vision of the colorful park because there’s always rain in the midst of such great storms. The liquid flows from my eyes fluently and increases as painful reflections of the past slowly start to kill me. I try to focus on what’s positive but the problem stares me in the face bold like the devil. For the first time I feel alone in it’s true sense. No true connection to the world or anyone in my life. And the one person I want to feel connection with no longer has one with me anymore, nor is trying anymore. I check my phone again just to see if she’s called or text me
My First Kiss(Female POV)(Female POV)
Written by: John D. Miller
I remember my first kiss like it was yesterday. As I sit at the bus stop waiting for the local shuttle to pick me up, the combination of the blaring heat and soothing breeze takes me back to the first time my lips came in contact another’s. I grip my the soft stuffed animal in my hands as tight as I can as the sun turns to a huge yellow blotch and my vision swerves into a memory. A memory I can recall when I was actually happy and complacent with life. I feel the wind kiss my cheek as I slip one hundred percent into a segment of my past I had been trying to avoid for several years. Suddenly, the sitting area at my bus stop never existed and instead of standing before a busy intersection...standing before me is the stranger, is him. Deja vu slaps me like the bare truth as his hands slowly move around my waist. I freeze and I want to stop him, but his unavoidable glare holds me captive the same way it did those many years ago. I get the same
Heaven On EarthHeaven On Earth
Its not in
the way she does her hair
But in the
way she shows she cares
Its not the
things she says with lips
But I can
feel it in our kiss
beyond whats norm and seen
one of my wildest dreams
She takes me
to places that no one can
warmth in my heart when she holds my hand
need exchange but love is felt
heaven on earth in this dark hell
are lost, made up in embrace
lips lock mine while caressing her face
The embodiment of a beautiful dream come true
always is the least I can do
lights up in sparks and in flames
and beauty set me ablaze
Her touch is
like a powerful elixir
You can only
imagine what its like to kiss her
The goose bumps
on my skin are only caused by her
butterflies in my stomach that fumble and
Turning PointGravity Man: Turning
Written and Created
by: John Michael
It was wrong. He knew it was wrong, he could feel it in his
bones, but it felt too good. Every slaughter was a release of years of held up
feelings of misunderstanding and loneliness. He was no longer alone, and now
the secret was out and everyone knew. Years ago Gravity Man had said he was the
last of the universal manipulators, but they didnt know that was a lie. Those
years of being alone and misunderstood and outcast changed him. The worlds
shining star and perfect hero is now their torturer and executor. With powers
unmatched and being the most powerful of his kind it only takes moments for the
fallen hero to vanquish and kill the people who once loved and trusted him so
much. Lasers fire from the hands and eyes of the once worlds protector,
killing instantly everything it touches. By manipulating gravity to his will,
he easily crushes the frail human bodies and the sound of bones
Francais JardinFrancais Jardin
been a few years
But it feels
like a lifetime
believe youre still here
believe youre still mine
Seasons come and go
here to stay forever
No change of
heat or cold
Can ruin our
Now here we
are on this perfect Tuesday afternoon
as perfect and beautiful as you can be
I could look
at you and kiss you until moon
white hue caressing you and me
belle et parfait francais jardin
with flowers, fancy designs and spring fountains
sun always shines, a beautiful blue and green landscape
beautiful designs, tall trees, and endless space
cease in producing perfection
ever blossom in the snow
providing endless freshness
when you smile, you glow
The love of
my life is like a French garden
magnificent, caressing, genius, and
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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