When I met him, I felt something I had never been prepared for. Something along the lines of getting hit by a car and I still said thank you.
When I first met him, I finally understood what people meant by time standing still cause in only second I memorized every colour change in that beautiful field of green that are his eyes.
When he first said hello, I thought I was listening to a symphony and I knew I wouldn't get sick of this song if I heard it all my life.
I guess what I'm saying is, I didn't believe in love at first sight until the day he walked into my life. He said my name and I felt a fire igniting in my soul. My heart burnt with a desire to hold him close and be his. I became fully engulfed and my flames shown whenever he would call me beautiful and tell me he loved me.
The day he walked away I looked in the mirror and saw a firework that has run her course. The passion was exciting but it never really lasts. I become a charred home, once stable and welcoming, a beautiful disaster left it to ruins.
Now I stand, still rebuilding from the destruction that came before. Never quite the same, but I can be beautiful and stable once again.
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Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storma day ago in Fiction
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