As Miss Tender looks back,. She writes a love letter,. From the future,. Making no attempt to obscure her,. Desire,. Her desire,. Her desire to live in the past,.
I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years.. I am made to eat this horrid porridge.. They box me on the ears.. How often I vow to flee, to go..
This is "The Story of My Captivity by Savages," or "How I Learned to Fight". . by Eliza Elizabeth Cook, age 13. . Writ in my own hand on this, the 23rd day of August, 1829..
Once it started. The frail and fainthearted. Just withered to the floor. Oh, so sadly. We examined hands burned badly. By that which no man fears more..
Oh, Mr. Romberg. I have taken 14 of your classes. I'm the girl with greasy hair and glasses. . Mr. Romerg, If you're listening. If you can hear me. Give me a sign that we can be together.
Momma was an opium-smoker. She light it with a red-hot poker. She would never take a bath. We would ask her - she'd just laugh. Because our momma was an opium-smoker.
I keep pictures of him in my mind yeah you know the. kind they curl up on the edges, the corners are bended. into a trickpulled from behind.. . Physically he is serene he looks good he looks.
The fly of May. It lives one day. . When that day is done. MayFly does not complain. It flies into the setting sun. It goes back to the place from which it came.
Momma was an opium-smoker. She light it with a red-hot poker. She would never take a bath. We would ask her - she'd just laugh. Because our momma was an opium-smoker.
You study hard and go west. You'll go far, little girl. Now try hard and be the best. The best in all the world. You can create a demand. For this, your special skill.
The summer I. Simmered simple in the sand. So tongue-tied. Mum and dumb. . The comb, it just. Found itself in my hand. I stood when I. Should have run.
On one side was Albany Avenue. On the other side a rushing creek. Laid in Flemish bond. Three stories high, a fortress of brick. This was a place of employ.
If you think real hard about the eighths of a card,. The blackboard that you've drawn on for so long,. You realize that it's gone, and with. It that swan song,.
Every time that I hear a woman cry 'cause her man has left her flat. I just feel like saying, "Don't be such a fool, you fool". Better dry your eyes, can't you realize you gain nothing by that?.
Smoke rises from the ice factory on the edge, on the edge of a city that exist in perpetual gloom. I snatch a note from the basket of a passing bicycle - "Go to the flour factory. There's something waiting there for you.".
Here's a sad story about a deer and a man. . A romantic scene from a lullaby.. In a clearing green, where his eyes met mine.. I was frozen motion. Oh! His bow was raised..
One girl's name is Jean Marie,. Another little girl's called Felicity.. One little girl's name is Sally Joy,. My name is Phil and I'm a boy.. . My name is Vincent, I'm a head case..
Ties that bind,. Knots that fail or. A scrimshaw carved in soap instead of bone. Humankind as the sailor. Embarking without hope of a safe way home. .
He wants you to put this plate of crumbs back into the 'frigerator.. When you do he wants you to make sure to bring this plate with dessert later. Stand to the right. Give him a bite..
When I was nine years old. Way back in Ohio. The hired man was digging up a well. On my father's land. He found a fossil there. . It was a massive bone.