Friday was often a day which saw Kent’s and Nate’s schedules overlapping at the store. Today was one of those days. Kent watched Nate as the redhead walked past him. Nate’s eyes were tired and they seemed to lack the vital spark he always possessed. ‘He looks so sad.’ The thought came to Kent as he stepped behind the counter to help a customer. He rang up the woman’s purchases and Liz came to join Kent as the older lady exited the store with her treasures. “Kent,” Liz looked worriedly at N
Thanks, Mike. It's a short one. I may work a bit more on that first stanza... syllables are all right, but it doesn't flow well. The second one though, yeah. I feel like I nailed that one. Finishing strong is better than not.
Thanks, Parker. That's really how love feels to me. There's this wonderment in the strength of it, and then a little bit of fear too. Anything that strong... if there's not fear of the power that person has over you, then there's probably a willful lack of awareness too. At least, that's how it works for me.
Your light appears in my dim world, bright lit, silent and stark. You streak across my sky, my love, you burn away the dark.
As you draw near the power rolls, in your eyes a wonder. I had forgotten with each strike, growls the voice of thunder.
Hey, "charming" works! 🙂 And if you're asking me if you're weird, then you have a strange measuring stick of normal.
You caught those references, eh? Hehehe.
Thanks, Reader!
It hits me hard too, and I wrote it! I can feel all the trepidation in Tad, the terror of Nate, and the hope and resignation of Christopher.
I feel it all. Which made writing this story very difficult. So I’m glad you like it.
tim, I feel, is a bit of an evangelist of the Instant Pot. But, hey, it brings him joy. Why not?
I don't stay inside the lines when I color. That's why I don't do art!
I'm glad you read it. It's a goofy little romp.
The first thing I noticed was the god damned odor. I frowned, my arms occupied with bags of groceries, and struggled to enter my tiny apartment in New York.
"What the fuck is that?" I mumbled as I kicked the door shut. I walked through the living room, my nose wrinkled and sniffing. I walked behind the back of the couch, not bothering to flip on the light. I knew the layout well, and the meager light from the mounted fixture on the side of the apartment complex that shined through the window
Until today, I have never done a writing prompt.
In true fashion, I chose a weird, silly, off-the-wall start to writing prompts. See the little, ~750 word story behind the link if you want a giggle.
Demonic Dentistry
Yeah. Chris has his emotions mostly on lockdown over Tad. Mostly. But it tears him up to think that Tad will leave the world.
Nate is broken. The first man he has ever loved is afflicted with a deadly tumor. Used to being a player, used to leaving people when he's finished with them... he's ill-equipped to handle the situation with Tad. Nate despises Christopher in a way, but he also needs someone who understands. And Chris does.
Ah, Kent. Things may have worked out better for his car trouble. We'll see. 🙂
Thanks for reading and commenting, Parker.
Man, I'm sorry you lost him. More, that they left you to lose him alone.
Christopher is still in love with Tad. Is what he doing admirable? Most would agree that it's not. He's being reactionary and selfish, and it's hurting all of the people involved. But he's also limited. He doesn't know how to deal with what he knows is coming.
Nate has been forced to grow a lot in a short span. And that's always difficult, but worthwhile.
Thanks for reading and commenting, Petey.
I'm happy to surprise you. 🙂 Everyone has their point of view - Chris has his, Tad and Nate each have theirs, and Miranda has yet another. Though, right now they all agree that what is happening sucks.
A 19 year old guy with barely any experience owning a car will just call someone. 🙂
Thanks for reading and commenting!