It seemed a long while, days of his absence. No signs of his coming, and it grew dark. it's as dark as if it came from the devil. Nobody could understand.
It Grew Dark
Someone
She had a feeling she was someone, somewhere, to another person.
Fluttering Hope
Something stirred her heart, fluttering hope swelled to greater echos winding them together weaving her happy influence among them.
Deeds Must Prove It
I'll not disguise fanciful affection for him. I care for nothing in comparison. I love him better than myself, I know it, that proves it, but deeds must prove it also.
Flooding in the Unhappy
In vapid listlessness eyes closed, but not rested. It was a state of dilapidation - at least, of detached interest within me. I had been flooding in the unhappy.
Madness of Mankind
The madness of mankind - the corps of men heads up from cries of gunpowder in the air.
Our Best Hint
I suppose you have ideas about an afterlife and heaven. Throw off our best hint, it's crude by comparison.
Early Autumn
Early Autumn: dusk and evening - chill and damp, paths rustling with withered leaves, the blue sky hidden by boding rain. I donned a cloak and took a stroll.
Side by Side
Impulsive quick looks like love and nervous hands cold around her. Looking for something and nothing to say - side by side the two barely grownup.
Phantom Grief
Dancing slowly to the ruined music, phantom grief and long drawn gloom.
