The word "Sorry". People say it ALL the Time and usually don't mean it! It is the most common word to be heard when your Hurting. People say it when they have nothing better to say, and the list goes on and on. Which is why I declare it the Worst word in the English dictionary. (Acta Non Verba=Actions NOT Words!)
Friday, January 23, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Pet Peeve #3
When people leave stupid comments on Youtube (i.e. "your cat is stupid!" in response to "I love laughing"). It makes me wonder do they know what IDIOTS they are?!
Pet Peeve #2
When the photographer refuses to take your picture unless you give him your "biggest smile" and it ends up making you look like a complete idiot.
Pet Peeve #1
"This hurts me more that you." Then he turns around and doesn't care at all! you know what I say to that? LIAR, LIAR, LIAR!!!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
A Night to Wish For (A Short Story)
The world spun brightly around me, casting everything in the warm glow I felt. It feels as if my heart was going to burst with this joy that was so rarely felt. Low and sharp, I heard his booming laugh. I spun around to look at his glorious face. Golden curls tousled upon his head, and his blue, heart shattering eyes crinkled at the corners. The sight made my heart flutter and my mouth curve in an unexpected grin. This was freedom, no one to tell me what to do, or who to be, and then being here, with him, the fuel to the fire. He walked towards me, snow crunching underneath his feet and swept me up in a warm embracing hug. I thought it funny, I didn't realize I was cold until he was there warming me inside and out. I felt so small next to him, he was my personal skyscraper. If only he knew how I felt, if I only knew how he felt. It's so hard to tell, one day it seems as if he likes me and the next day he is a total stranger. Only then did I realize I now knew what the phrase 'emotional roller coaster' meant. Why does everything have to be so complicated? Is it so necessary to go through it all and so often only to end up in heartbreak? Garbing my frosty hand, which always seems to be cold, he pulled me along besides him. We slid on the freshly casted snow on the ground making a game of it as we went. Torture and happiness seemed to always walk hand in hand when I am with him. But for the moment I let happiness take over filling everything again in my warm golden glow.
*All stories are property of Castro. It is illegal to copy this story without permission from the author.
*The Beginning of the End (A short story)
The icy, crisp wind blew over me, caressing my exposed arms and face. I gazed up into the seemingly endless sky, mind full of awe and wonder. An immense glow fell down from the moon's whole, glistening face, casting everything in a teal light. Even the water below me shone like a liquid silver from its light. This was may place, a place where I could be humbled by nature's beauty, a place where I could think and organize my jumbled, over crowded mind, and my place to get away form the thoughts that led me to thinking about him. I listened to the wind rake thought the trees, as I ran my fingers along the grain of the dock's smooth wood that I was sitting on. Just then the chilling wind slammed into my body, my mind went instantly to wishing he was here with me, only he could drive out the cold inside, and out. Tears sprang to my eyes as I remembered our last conversation, “What if I can't move on?” I pleaded. “Of course you can” his voice just above a rasping wiper “Life goes on, it's not the end of the world.” That's what he thought, my world was slowly crumbling and sliding away before me. “I'm sorry” I blumberd. He looked at me with his stern but loving don't-you-even-think-about-it, look and replied “None of this is your fault, you remember that.” Those where his last words. I came back to the serene nature in front of me. Tears cascaded down from my eyes and landed in the water ending their suicidal plunge. In all of this world only one ting seems to be true to me, 'life's not fair' . . .
*All stories are property of Castro. It is illegal to copy this story without permission from the author.
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