I, unfaithful.It was the ecstasy of desire, the way he looked at me, the burning heat deep within. His words dripping with blood and honey, and that unmistakable scent of passion that lured me in.I, unfaithful. by Ms-Stacy-Wolf
The way his hands touched, the way his breath grew louder as minutes passed. The way the darkness covered his face from a lie.
Oh how I wished I could have said no, but how can you resist temptation when it comes this close? Am I not human just like you? Am I not worthy of love once more?
He was a stranger, no one would know.
...But they did.
Echoes in silenceTick, tock, tick, tock...Echoes in silence by Ms-Stacy-Wolf
In silence I sat, listening to the silent echoes of the large, but absent ebony clock that were only alive in my head.
The lonely timeworn chair screeched as I bent to pick up a piece of rubble from the floor covered in a layer of dust. Abandonment had taken it's toll on the old house and now nature struggled to take her part too. Tiny little weeds grew on the dark corners of the room and a thin vine peeked through the window that provided the only light.
This room had once been a warm place filled with laughter, dreams and magical stories, it used to be a playground and a school, but now it was nothing more than a dusty old room filled with rocks and forgotten memories.
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
This is the room where I spent most of my childhood, here where my grandpa spent the last of his days in.
His room was a whole other universe to me at that time, the tall bookshelf filled with so many books that I had wished to understand. The maps on hi
I am.Who am I?I am. by Ms-Stacy-Wolf
Lately, this age old question has been haunting my very shadow, mocking me at night, fluttering around me during daytime and I cannot stand to ignore it one more time.
I am not sure there are enough words in the dictionary to show you who or what I am, but for feelings, I know they are trusted and never leave anything behind.
So feel me if you must, find a piece of yourself within my soul, let me be rid of this anxiety. I want to honest at least once more.
I am human, a person, a woman, a daydreamer...
I am the early cold morning under a mountain of blankets, the sorrow behind a window on a gray rainy day. I am the strong smell of coffee in the mornings and the sunshine bouncing off dandelions that in the park sway.
I am the cat sleeping on the couch on lazy evenings, the mouse that only dreams of magical cheese. I am the bleeding broken heart of lady Juliette and the loveless golden sunsets that melt over the faraway seas.
I am the conformist dream of a h
Home, bitter sweet homeIt was at moments like this when I appreciated my lower-middle class life. When my mother, my father, my two brothers and three sisters and even Thelma, my cat, were all at the table, eating whatever my mom came up with for dinner. It was the highlight of my every day, sitting down with my family, enjoying our time together.Home, bitter sweet home by Ms-Stacy-Wolf
We hadn't always been this poor, there was a time when were better off, when my mom worked and my dad could spend his money on his kids, but ever since mom got sick things started to get worse altogether.
I can't say we were poor enough to not have anything to eat, but we weren't stable enough to ensure food every day. We lived in an apartment on Robinson St by the edge of town, a small two bedroom apartment. My mom and dad slept in one room where the only thing that actually fit was the bed, my three sisters slept in another room and that's where we stored most of our stuff and my brothers and I slept all over the living room.
I must admit that sometimes it got pr