Clutching her close, his face in her hair
Lavender and eucalyptus filled his nostrils.
A tingle traveled up and down his spine.
So much magic in that simple moment.
Pitting the infinite against the instant, forever forced to hold hands.
You all said it couldn’t be done.
Every single one of you bet against me.
And now here we are, 365 days later, and what do you have to say now?
Really? Told you so? I thought you might have a bit more sympathy since I failed so miserably
Beating a dead horse became his specialty.
Railing against the machine his mission in life.
All he lived for was to troll as many people as he could on Twitter.
So it was surprising when he found a woman who would put up with his shenanigans.
Her secret? She bought his mama’s house and locked him inside the basement.
Her bemused smirk told him he was being made fun of
It didn’t help though, since if he asked about its meaning she would belittle him even more
Now if she made up the whole thing, well if he let that go she would hold that against him for years
That’s why he studied her. Was hent even a word? He hoped she would give him even the slightest…
Growing rows of amber waved in the hot wind
Reaching for one of the sheathes, she pulled the kernels free
And rubbed them against each other in her hands, freeing the seeds from their husks
It released a wonderful smell of summer turning toward fall
Nodding she walked back to the farmhouse. Tomorrow they would harvest.
Velocity was too high and from the wrong direction for the two spacecraft to dock.
Even with all the acceleration he had at his fingertips, the joining would not be successful.
Considering the impulse they were about to experience, he shouted, “Brace yourselves!”
The impact caused them to increase angular momentum, spinning them and the forces pinned them hard against their seats.
Observing their attempted destination spin away into the void, he fired the thrusters to arrest the erratic rotation.
Rockets fired and the spacecraft slowed in the gravitational field it floated in.
Feeling where his eyes, his cheekbones, and his jaw were. It gave her a quick mental picture.
Alice smiled. He was a handsome boy for sure.
Clyde asked her, “Would you like to see how my lips feel?”
Everything stopped as his lips pressed against hers.
Making money used to be her main focus
If she didn’t add something to her banking account, she felt it was wasting her time
Leaving her weighing her friendships against the gold she was not making
Losing out on experiences due to hoarding time to use to make her stash dragonesque in scope
It took someone asking her what she was going to do when she finally had seven figures saved
Oh, she could let loose and buy some things, go on a dream vacation, or have an awesome party
Nothing would buy the memories and experiences she missed, that was her true accounting
Wings buzzed their warning against the evil death dealer
As it swooped in to get its revenge for the hundreds she had just killed
She screamed and brought up the can of bug spray to finish the job
Perhaps she was more the villain than the hero, but she terminated it and screamed victory
Carnage had been prophesied since the day of her birth
Obliterate the evil, or else she would fail, and the world would burn
Many people tried to guide her, their interests, they felt, were the same as hers
Pulling her six different ways at once, she ended up pitting them against each other
Letting their division give her the room to find her own way
Everything was going well. The darkness was beaten back.
The final battle took place, and in the end, she was victorious
Everyone’s cheers turned to screams when she didn’t stop and began attacking them
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