He pulled his hand back, aware now that sweat beaded on his forehead and that Rale watched him, his eyes dark, intense. Errol licked his lips. Did he want a drink? He hadn't gone more than two days in a row without a drink since he was...since...Warrel...the quarry...stone.
Patrick W. CarrTags: drinking memories stone intense-desire intense-emotions errol
Anger is an agro-chemical that makes self-destruction to grow faster. Like a stone thrown upward, all angry people eventually fall down into the dirty ditch of sorrowful self-harm and a pathetic loss of real-self.
Israelmore AyivorTags: anger fall stone grow self-destruction fertilizer real-self agro-chemical upward
If I set my stones, my mum would be an opal, all swirly colours and clashy statements. I would put her at the north point of my stone compass and be grateful to her for my brains, and the fact that I stand up for myself. I'd be grateful to her for the ease with which I laugh, although I wish she'd rein in her own guffaws sometimes because really, who needs to be that loud? I was grateful that she didn't hover over me like some parents who couldn't seem to let their (nearly adult) children out of their sight without keeping constant telephone contact. He'll, I was even grateful that she had strict house rules that were a pain in the arse, because we both knew it would be much easier if she said yes, but she did no because she really believed no was the right answer.
Gabrielle WilliamsTags: love stone taxi mum dodie
Her mouth set. "I've already lost one man I loved tonight. I will not lose the other." She glared at him. "And curse you, you stone head, for making me say it first.
Patrick W. CarrTags: love lost romance death funny anger stone first-love head first loved funny-romance funny-love stone-head
STONE
Let my heart
turn to
stone.
Maybe then
I can sleep
without
nightmares.
May be then
I can eat
without
a stomachache.
Maybe then
I can read
without fear
of an unhappy ending.
Take the knife
out of my heart
and,please,
let it
turn to stone.
Tags: fear life poetry heart nightmares stone unhappy-endings
Gray.
The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me.
Gray...
Tags: love romantic romance rain death apathy weeping dark water darkness dead colors crying tears raining mystery suspense color eyes movement gothic young-adult rock steel mysterious colours weep stone cry drop clouds blue move eye air cloud observe close metal colour slow iron itself stones grey grim tear downpour ultimate goth gray everywhere slowly cloudy haze overcast closer inconsolable apathetic blue-less colourless deaden disconsolate hazy phlegmatic rainy ubiquitous
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