This reminds me of Sophie Kinsella’s Confessions of a Shopaholic. Shopping, anyone? ^^
I wan’t this, this, and this!
In response to Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge: Impulsive
She stood poised and firm
Handled herself with a class
No trace of the past
Written for Written for RonovanWrites’ haiku prompt #87: Class & Firm
I was looking for an image to go with this haiku when Google greeted me with a “Happy International Women’s Day!” What a coincident! Then I found this awesome illustration from Patsyfox. YAY! Cheers to all women (and women at heart?) all over the globe. ❤ ❤ ❤
I’d pick those broken pieces
And place them in your hands
Whenever, wherever
I get a chance
I’d ignite the flame
Once washed by the rain
Set my heart on fire
Send my desire
I’d brave the storm
Hate, disgust, scorn
I’d face it all
In any lifetime
In any day
I’d still choose you,
Anyway.
She stared down
Trying not to glance at him
As if she doesn’t notice
Yet she saw right through his soul
Even without looking
She turned up
The volume in her head
As if he’s not her music
Yet she heard every word he said
Even without listening
She breathed in
The freshness of morning air
As if all memories have depleted
Yet she could sense his scent
Even without smelling
She wore a smile
Trying not to look hopeful
As if her heart’s not racing
Yet she got a tang of his kisses
Even without snogging
She squeezed tightly
The pillows in her bed
As if that is all she needed
Yet she felt the warmth of his skin
Even without touching
The brave
She’s the kind of brave who would battle the raging waves and fight the cruel storm just to keep your relationship. For you she’ll fight against all odds. She’s the kind of brave who remembers. She’ll remember how she walked into love with you, with eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way, even when you’ve already given up. She’ll remember how she was once your sunshine and you were her moonlight. She’s the kind of brave who would wait in the room when you slammed that door close, hoping you’d come back in a heartbeat. Continue reading “On bravery and love: The brave, the braver, and the bravest”
Photo credits: Dada
If anyone has watched the movie, Lucky 7, where control-freak Amy sticks to her detailed timeline as a guideline in all walks of life including love, this one is about the same.
We are all hopeless romantic. We long for love and affection. We desire to feel the magic it brings. We hold on to our faith of finding true love. Some people get lucky, some work their ass off in search of ‘The One’, and some just run out of kismet. Time and experience may have changed our idea about love. Some gave up with their awfully broken-into-pieces heart whilst some stood up from the fall, wiping the bruises and forgetting the scars, to once again hope. Hope that someday, somewhere, somehow they might just get their luck.
Continue reading “It takes six men before you meet your lucky 7—or not”