Shared Memory
They say the accident took your memory of us.
But why, then, are the shoes you make always just my size?
They say the accident took your memory of us.
But why, then, are the shoes you make always just my size?
Sadie thought the saddest thing would be if her friend Sarah had to move away.
It turns out the saddest thing was when Sarah’s family had to leave without her.
Sadie thought the saddest thing would be if her friend Sarah had to move away.
It turns out the saddest thing was when Sarah’s family had to leave without her.
The rainstorm had made her makeup run, gotten mud on her shoes, soaked her dress and frizzed her hair.
He knelt next to her muddy shoes with the ringbox in hand, knowing this was exactly the kind of girl he wanted to marry.
The rainstorm had made her makeup run, gotten mud on her shoes, soaked her dress and frizzed her hair.
He knelt next to her muddy shoes with the ringbox in hand, knowing this was exactly the kind of girl he wanted to marry.
They thought she was tragically beautiful. The truth was she is beautifully tragic.
You promised that you would never end the it by choice. You chose.
Don’t you find it ridiculous that they tell us to be unique, to be individuals, then they give us a standardized test that makes us all one faceless herd? Because I do.
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The boy altered the course of a river and petted a dragon and built a house of rubies as these were the only three wishes of his beloved. The girl still chose another guy over him because she had a fourth wish of breaking someone’s heart.
I need you to be my mountain, sunshine;
for emotion to try and conquer you, only to perish in the permafrost.
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Margaret waited for Bill for 10 years. He didn’t notice.
Her whole family safely escaped the burning house. For now.
She pulled the trigger over and over while shouting every swear word she knew at the Garrity boys.
Barbara ran out of targets before she ran out of bullets and the pistol fell eerily silent in her trembling hands.
“Can you read my mind?” she thought tentatively with a chill running down her spine. “Yes.” he said cooly turning to face her.
“You can’t do it, Mark,” I cry over the sound of the huge engines, “why would you kill them all over one person?”
“Because,” he looks up, tears in his furious eyes and growls, “I hate you,” he pulls the switch.
I look out the window and see Earth. What’s left of it, anyway.