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1. the boy's name begins with an A; alex or aidan or andrew, and the girl thinks he is beautiful. he sits alone, staring into an incense-filled sky, and subconsciously she weaves her way over to him.
her first word to him is "you", her last is "goodbye", and when the boy leaves he takes away her phone number, the bittersweet scent of sunshine, and an ounce of her heart.
2. the next morning she wakes to a missed call and a text, and the realisation that her bronchi are filling with lust and her right atrium is beginning to swell to accommodate more than just herself.
17. his fingertips trace dragons over the surface of her ribcage, rose petals over her triceps and cherry blossom promises over the waistband of her shorts. she regrets nothing, and he whispers "i love you" in eighteen different languages that he stayed up till four am on google translate to learn.
24. the first secret shared is his; the bruises under his eyes and the open wounds on his lip give away more than he cared to tell her.
"dad", he whispers, and she holds him closer, praying for him to heal.
102. she whispers "i love you" into the receiver as she hangs up so she can pretend she never said it and he can pretend he never heard it.
he calls her back, and murmurs back "i love you too."
149. "what's wrong?"
"nothing. i'm fine, don't worry about me."
"don't you dare 'nothing' me. don't you dare." she knows she sounds harsh and she knows she sounds unreasonable but she wants the old him back, the old smiley aidan who quoted foreign poets and asked her to dance in the middle of the restaurant.
"i'm sorry, baby. i'm sorry."
208. "please don't leave me. we've made it this far we can make it through anything please don't walk out that door." he is down on his knees and oh god, he's so beautiful. "i'll change i swear and i won't make you cry and i won't make you sad. i'll try so hard but please, please don't leave me."
283. it has been thirty nine weeks and six days and fourteen hours and twenty eight minutes since he kissed her in the coffee shop over a raspberry latte, and she misses him. he has begun to shrink back into himself, become a quiet boy with golden hair and green eyes and the hard acknowledgement that love isn't all it's cracked up to be. he is sorry for everything he cannot change, and she still believes in soulmates.
306. the first fight is powerfully exhilarating, leaving her locked in a bathroom sobbing into a wonderfully beige towel with the power shower on full blast. meanwhile, the boy waits outside the door, unwilling to admit weakness but terrified to lose her. doubtful she can hear, he punches the wall in time to the rhythm of bird on the wire and hates what his father left him with. they cry in tandem, though neither is prepared to say it.
307. he promises he will change, and like the hopelessly romantic fool she is, she believes him.
332. the fights become more frequent, each more vicious than the last. "i hate you" and "i'm sorry" become the five words that merge to form their relationship. her diction changes; the choice of words slipping away from "i love you" and "i forgive you" to silence. despite it all, she still remains firmly attached to the belief that love exists.
349. "all i want is an apology. a reason."
"i'm just like my father. i'm a failure."
had there been any other noise, even their breathing, he would have missed her whisper
"i know."
her first word to him is "you", her last is "goodbye", and when the boy leaves he takes away her phone number, the bittersweet scent of sunshine, and an ounce of her heart.
2. the next morning she wakes to a missed call and a text, and the realisation that her bronchi are filling with lust and her right atrium is beginning to swell to accommodate more than just herself.
17. his fingertips trace dragons over the surface of her ribcage, rose petals over her triceps and cherry blossom promises over the waistband of her shorts. she regrets nothing, and he whispers "i love you" in eighteen different languages that he stayed up till four am on google translate to learn.
24. the first secret shared is his; the bruises under his eyes and the open wounds on his lip give away more than he cared to tell her.
"dad", he whispers, and she holds him closer, praying for him to heal.
102. she whispers "i love you" into the receiver as she hangs up so she can pretend she never said it and he can pretend he never heard it.
he calls her back, and murmurs back "i love you too."
149. "what's wrong?"
"nothing. i'm fine, don't worry about me."
"don't you dare 'nothing' me. don't you dare." she knows she sounds harsh and she knows she sounds unreasonable but she wants the old him back, the old smiley aidan who quoted foreign poets and asked her to dance in the middle of the restaurant.
"i'm sorry, baby. i'm sorry."
208. "please don't leave me. we've made it this far we can make it through anything please don't walk out that door." he is down on his knees and oh god, he's so beautiful. "i'll change i swear and i won't make you cry and i won't make you sad. i'll try so hard but please, please don't leave me."
283. it has been thirty nine weeks and six days and fourteen hours and twenty eight minutes since he kissed her in the coffee shop over a raspberry latte, and she misses him. he has begun to shrink back into himself, become a quiet boy with golden hair and green eyes and the hard acknowledgement that love isn't all it's cracked up to be. he is sorry for everything he cannot change, and she still believes in soulmates.
306. the first fight is powerfully exhilarating, leaving her locked in a bathroom sobbing into a wonderfully beige towel with the power shower on full blast. meanwhile, the boy waits outside the door, unwilling to admit weakness but terrified to lose her. doubtful she can hear, he punches the wall in time to the rhythm of bird on the wire and hates what his father left him with. they cry in tandem, though neither is prepared to say it.
307. he promises he will change, and like the hopelessly romantic fool she is, she believes him.
332. the fights become more frequent, each more vicious than the last. "i hate you" and "i'm sorry" become the five words that merge to form their relationship. her diction changes; the choice of words slipping away from "i love you" and "i forgive you" to silence. despite it all, she still remains firmly attached to the belief that love exists.
349. "all i want is an apology. a reason."
"i'm just like my father. i'm a failure."
had there been any other noise, even their breathing, he would have missed her whisper
"i know."
Literature
the love affair
life slides under the door and
I think about you not knowing how to love
and touching a person's sleeping eyelids
to change a dream, to lie here with you
under a silent oak tree, the sunlight
has begun to breathe and I am digging you a grave
for your past and your future, I am
holding you here, the trunk of my car open to let the sweet
sound of a song rise into the
air, it is rushing by
too swiftly
and I have premonitions or
I just got lucky or everything
means something
nothing vanishes without a trace
I hold despair in the palm of my hand and cannot dance
without spilling it onto the floor, it
seeps into the carpet
but you
Literature
Largesse
Imagine spraying the donation box grey,
Making it a gravestone and
Bow as if to pray;
But instead inscribe "He gave generously"
On the face of Paternoster square.
Remember to strip the cube clean,
Don your human skin
And bring our carrion
Luggage to be picked apart upon arrival.
The crows would like us to queue at gate nine,
And fill our pockets with cash,
Diplomatic immunity works well, so
We'll be patient until we crash.
The Empire of the Crow is a devious place,
So please remember, Sir, to keep
Antebellum in mind, we can't maintain this pace.
Literature
to the trees
to the trees in the smog:
it doesn't seem fair, but you breathe for the world – please,
don't stop.
from the people under the stars.
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because no-one, no matter how beautiful, can ever be perfect.
first attempt at something big, I couldn't find life stories. I think I'm being silly :/ ah well.
Feedback
1.) How can I improve 24?
2.) Is this too long, too short, or okay as it is?
3.) How can I improve my writing overall?
4.) Is the flow alright?
Edit 11/04/2011 - Added 102.
For
: Linked critique here:
[link] and [link]
~love.
first attempt at something big, I couldn't find life stories. I think I'm being silly :/ ah well.
Feedback
1.) How can I improve 24?
2.) Is this too long, too short, or okay as it is?
3.) How can I improve my writing overall?
4.) Is the flow alright?
Edit 11/04/2011 - Added 102.
For
: Linked critique here: [link] and [link]
~love.
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1.) How can I improve 24?
I actually like 24 the way it is. I'm sorry; I'm not helpful at all.
2.) Is this too long, too short, or okay as it is?
It's okay as it is.
3.) How can I improve my writing overall?
Hm. Hard question. I'll answer that once I've read more of your work.
I love this piece, though. Not quite sure how you could improve it. (Not helpful again, sorry.)
4.) Is the flow alright?
Yes. It's brilliant.
I actually like 24 the way it is. I'm sorry; I'm not helpful at all.
2.) Is this too long, too short, or okay as it is?
It's okay as it is.
3.) How can I improve my writing overall?
Hm. Hard question. I'll answer that once I've read more of your work.
I love this piece, though. Not quite sure how you could improve it. (Not helpful again, sorry.)
4.) Is the flow alright?
Yes. It's brilliant.