Theme 61: DanceTheme 61: DanceTheme 61: Dance by ellymango
To me, there was no purpose in royal balls other than an excuse to dress up and dance with some aristocrat. I never saw what all the fuss was about. Every time an invite fluttered through the door, and they often did quite frequently, every girl other than me fell into a state of chaos.
It didn’t help that the dress code was always strict for ladies; for example, sometimes you must dress in the colour of you country’s national flower. For me, that means something in Cornflower blue- luckily my favourite colour. I always wear Cornflower petals, as well, especially in my hair, as I was tonight.
Before a ball, each girl was always assigned a special room for her to dress and be preened before she went out. It was a laborious business, sometimes lasting for hours. I always felt lucky I was often done in less than one hour. Apparently, my hair is very easy to work with, and I can’t wear much make-up or else it irritates my skin.
I was first into the ornate
Theme 16- QuestioningTheme 16: QuestioningTheme 16- Questioning by ellymango
The first thing she noticed was the stinging. A blinding, burning sensation, all the way down the right side of her face, from her temple to her jaw. Vision in her right eye was tinged with red. There was a smell, a terrible odour, which hung in the air, which made her wince; she was sure it was making the stinging worse.
Alive. That was when she realised she was alive.
She was lying on her left side in a world like nothing she had even seen before. Everything was wrong. Where were the most of seats? Where were the other passengers? Why was it so quiet?
What had happened?
Her usually perfect memory was as foggy as like her usually pin-sharp vision. She could remember everything being calm until they encountered that storm. She remembered the warning to expect turbulence. She remembered the turbulence being decidedly heavier than what was anticipated.
She remembered the engines spewing a trail of fire
The penny dropped like a brick. The mem
Theme 58- Kick in the HeadTheme 58: Kick in the HeadTheme 58- Kick in the Head by ellymango
How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her, and she kissed me.
Like a fella once said, "Ain't that a kick in the head!"
That song kept playing on a loop inside my mind as I walked home. I couldn't believe it. She probably couldn't either.
The room was completely black.
I hugged her, and she hugged back.
Like a sailor said, quote, "Ain't that a hole in the boat!"
It wasn't the most romantic place for a first kiss, given. It was behind a very noisy nightclub full of drunk and possibly high youths, in a wet alleyway that smelt of wee, with only the muffled bass line of some trashy club song providing the soundtrack.
But it felt romantic.
We had both gone outside to take a break from the chaos inside. However, the yard behind the club was also full of noisy people, so we left through a side gate into the alleyway.
It was horribly dark down the alleyway. The only light came from a lone streetlamp at the far end of the alley. However, even in the gloom, s
OuvertYou were the one who showed me how to breatheOuvert by Areedart
How to open my mind and my eyes;
to the emptiness and vast
beauty (see also: suffering)
of the world around us; to touch
(and feel the sunshine on our backs)
and when my eyes opened
and with it came the slam of a door
you were afraid of what you saw
(left naked in the streets)
the abstract ebbs and flows of your
I was jealous at how miraculous it was
(without the necessity to go with gears and symmetrical lines)
you exiled yourself
closed the world away and turned to a darker corner where you could be alone with your thoughts
(Oh how I know those corners as well)
with the idea that you were not exiling yourself
you were banished (mais la verité te libérera)
you almost turned around completely
your back facing my front,
and I saw in your eyes:
The watery image of an old person,
weary with age
and in your irises (deeper to your retinas)
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