#prose time

[imavampirebutitsok]

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“My story can never be told. I write it over and over, wherever we find shelter. I write of what I cannot speak, the truth. I write all I know of it, then I throw the pages to the wind. Maybe the birds can read it.”

By Eleanor Webb

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[imavampirebutitsok]

The typical late hours, the midnight was reigning over the sleepyheads, which were dreaming without the dreams. But only I, the man, who lost everything — was watching the promise. The pledge about: Your future coming to me. Our made of black-colored marble mansion. The life, which will be “the new black” of my existence. And since those hours of darkness, I’m waiting for fulfilling your holy oath.

[imavampirebutitsok]

26th of December. The crescent was almost bloody red. The portals from your world did became disclosed… You entered into mine, again as it was than, 6 years ago…

I was wandering around the town, between the trees and boulevards, at gloomy evening under the no stars sky. I did what I should, without hesistations and long time spending thoughts, and I sensated it on the single moment, by my right hand. It was your touch as it always been. You did return to me.

- Is it you, my lovely spouse?..

- Yes, it’s me again…

- How could I be sure that it’s really you, and not the fake or anything else, or worse - the figment of the imagination…

- My dear [illegible], I am with you.

- So how long you’ll be beside of me? Ain’t you disappear through the air one more time?…

- No, until you want me to… And so now I am with you, your unseen little secret, that makes your thoughts became full of filth and blessed lechery…

[to be continued…]

[imavampirebutitsok]

It was a typical day of my job’s deals. I came up to the eighth floor and knocked at the door. You opened it for me, and I saw you. From this time to forever you are my Siene, my daughter in the eternity.

[orionsvoid]

In ref to prime sinister abbott

Friend: no one will eat that lizzard

Friend: nor will they eat his gizzard

Me: hehe

Friend: to dispatch him we need a wizzard

Friend: a mage should make him quiver

Me: huehuehue

Friend: we hope he soon withers

Friend: end prose

Friend is question is @roxyreaper all credit goes to her

[someproseandcons]

Halloween was supposed to be our celebration day of cheating death--but instead I am left cheated. You have died to me and so you haunt me. And like a fool, I so let you. No matter! Go about your ways; pay no mind to my broken wings, they never had much use anyways.

[someproseandcons]

I Know You of Old

Sometimes I forget how much I love you. I remind myself of your not-so-good habits, or you say something stupid, and chalk you up as an object of my perpetual infatuation. It lasts for a few days, sometimes two weeks though not much longer. But then I remember the wonderful things you have said and continue to say, or the way you make me laugh, or the way I make you laugh, or the way you look in a suit. And I am overwhelmed. I daydream about visiting you, or about you visiting me. We drink in the evenings and watch movies in the mornings. We walk around town and look in every antique shop for additions to your collection. You tell me about the bad times, and I tell you about the things you said that first made me fall in love with you. We watch every version of Much Ado About Nothing, and I sigh heavily after every line that makes me believe that you are my Benedick.

[someproseandcons]

"Never stop being you." My favorite thing someone has told me all week. Maybe all month, maybe all year, maybe in the past two years. Maybe that's stretching it. But when I am 99.98% real with someone, and he tells me this, that gives me hope that maybe this me--bitchy, sarcastic, cynical, unstable, emotional, nonsensical, sensitive, introverted, pessimistic, idealistic, sassy, smart-assy--isn't such a bad me to be.