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Good Morning, Crystal Beach! (Request)
“Good Morning, Crystal Beach! Today, it looks like it will be smokin’ hot at 92°, so don’t forget to put on some sunscreen, hit the beach, and enjoy yourselves! With that being said, continue to enjoy the rest of this fine morning by listening to these summer classics on 93.8 Platinum.”
I groan as I get out of bed. Besides not having a good night’s sleep, I’ll also have to endure an entire day of heat. Shrugging, I turn off my radio and head off to my kitchen.
As I make myself some breakfast, I decide on what I want to do. I could always stick it out inside by watching TV or browsing the internet, but then again, I’ve been quite the shut-in lately. I haven’t seen or talked to my friends lately, nor have I gone out just to have fun.
I look out of my window, and I sigh. Though I don’t live right on the beach, it’s only about
Derrick considered the question carefully, “a maternity store of some sort?”
Keeping her attention to driving Charlie shook her head slightly. She smugly grinned, “No, you’d think they would be a good place to go, but usually not.”
“Alright, I give up?” he shrugged.
“Guess!” Charlie insisted.
“I did, I got it wrong.” Derrick smiled helplessly at Charlie.
“You only took one guess! Alright, a clue,” Charlie narrowed her eyes conspiratorially, “it’s ironically named.”
Derrick stared blankly back at Charlie in the driving seat. “Ironically named? What’s that suppose to mean?”
Charlie sighed. She repeated her clue, “It’s IRONICALLY named.” She stressed the word ‘ironically’ and then looked over to Derrick as if comprehension would suddenly blossom. It did not.
He favored her with a sour stare. “That’s not really helping, I heard you the
The Quiet Car
“All aboard train 42 bound for Washington!” yelled the conductor. I ran down the station platform. I can’t miss this! It’s the last train of the day, and I’d have to walk otherwise!
I jumped onto the doorway just as the train begun to move. The conductor looked at me with a bit of a frown, but it was nothing a $10 bill couldn’t fix. “Right this way, sir,” she motioned me as she pocketed the money. “Would you prefer a general seat or to sit in our new quiet section of the train?”
A quiet section? That sounds awesome! I had so much work to get done on the train, so an area without babies or children would be lovely. “Quiet please,” I said.
“OK, please remember no cell phones or loud discussions,” she said leading me to the car on the far end of the car. Inside were all girls, but it was nothing I hadn’t seen before – girls tended to like quieter areas. But, wait… No cell phones… th
Manic DepressiveI woke up and discovered ‘her’ hovering over my bed like a impatient hummingbird. Today she’s a teenager with shocking white blonde hair, tan legs and mischievous eyes. I can only imagine what she’ll try to bribe me into this time.
I call her Manic.
She’s practically jumping out of her bones; she’s so damn thin and perfect. I turn over on my side away from her. “I’d rather stay in bed today, thank you,” I mutter.
“Oh no you don’t,” I hear her answer determinedly. She pulls me out off the mattress with surprisingly strong arms. I end up on the floor swaddled in my own comforter.
Giggling Manic says “C’mon, we’re going to have some fun tonight.”
I cringe inwardly at thought. When it comes to Manic, fun can mean almost anything.
I force myself to dress, to brush my teeth, to even try to make something of my face and hair. Manic is fluttering behind me. The feeling in my chest tightens. I’
Spain X Reader Can We Keep it
Spain X Reader Can We Keep it
“Pretty please, with a cherry on top”
“For the last time Antonio NO and I don’t like cherries”
You were just hanging out in the living room of your shared apartmentwhen your boyfriend Antonio came in ambling about something. By the time you got him to calm down you noticed something in his hands. It was a turtle. Naturally he wanted to keep it but you can’t.
“Please, I promise I will take good care of it” he pleads
“A big tank, tools to clean it, food, and money for veterinary visits” you list
“A portion of the requirements needed to take care of a turtle” you inform
He smiles again.
“Don’t worry, I can handle it”
Just as you expected Antonio was having a hard time. The first problem was that the tank he bough
ShipsDo you know why its a bad idea for ships to travel side by side over the sea?
They sat side by side, husband and wife, not touching. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa, as though she was scared to come into contact with anything solid. He, on the other hand, lay so far back that he was almost flat, as though hoped that the cushions would swallow him. He was wrapped in a blanket (he was always cold these days) whereas she just looked cold. Not as if she was cold, but as if she radiated it, as though it was some sort of negative heat. Neither of them looked at each other. They both acted as though the TV was their entire world.
The motion of the waves acts on the outer edge of each of the two ships.
"Do you still love me?" she said suddenly. He didn't reply. This wasn't particularly surprising, as she had been dead for a year now. She sighed, and he wriggled deeper under his blanket.
But the really interesting part is that each of the ships acts as a natural shield
A Letter from your SongsAnother oldie... Not a poem this time, but a letter written to song artist Stevie Nicks, (who has been a favorite of mine and a big inspiration to me for a very long time...since my teen years).
The letter is written to her using her songs. (which are shown in bold)
Has anyone ever written anything for you?
I have, and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for: The beginning of The dance. For being there at the Edge of seventeen of my life. For showing me the sparkling beauty of the Silver spring. For the contrast of Leather and lace . For introducing me to Sarah. For embracing the world within your Dreams . For knowing your Destiny : and being the Kind of woman that you are; giving, Unconditional love. Even though Outside the rain wreaked
Wizards in Training (TG) (Request)(WARNING: This story contains descriptions of a man turning into a woman. If this puts you off, feel free to pass this up.)
The Pogona Institution for the Magically Inclined; call it your real-world Hogwarts equivalent if you will. This was a prestigious college, located in far off in the Canadian wilderness, surrounded by lush forests and mirror-like lakes, beyond which the snow-covered mountains rise to dominate the skyline. The college itself was not unlike your modern campus grounds, only it featured more of an elegant decor than most other public educational establishments. Despite the absolutely beautiful view, this school was particularly private, and only those who prove themselves to be truly capable of wielding arcane forces are allowed to enter. This process is full of all sorts of challenges and troubles, but some people manage to make it in by the skin of their neck. Two such people are new students Aaron and Bennett, who had just enrolled a week ago.
imaginary letters to hollow bonesto the quietest one,
i long to use my flesh and bone to advantage beneath the harsh glow of fluorescent lighting, to show off angles that should not exist but do.
i yearn to feel the touch of a hand as if it were the weight of the world upon my waist instead of a soft, rounded palm.
i desire the skin of my shoulders to split and for wings to unfurl from their hidden cavities so that i may fly as if i were a bird.
these are the thoughts that will echo within my conscious on my twenty-second birthday, when the cake is moist and my mouth waters with the delight of it.
these are the ideas that will hollow my bones and fill them with air in preparation for my maiden flight.
and i tell you this, youngest of young selves: you must not allow it. stamp out these snake-like thoughts when you are still shy of your tenth birthday, before they begin to matter. let them spill into the ocean from the sink in our bathroom long before they begin to poison us both, before they can strip the fat flesh
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AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
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