A flash of warmth
and centripetal pull
Your smile says you also feel
this force between us two
Our feet move us closer
from across the room
I hear your voice and want it
playing my name
again and again
We’re close
not near enough
the crowd slows our flame
One thousand miles is not as far
as the distance we have to make
'Til we are
face to face
our heartbeat drowns out sound
keeping rhythm together
louder than alone
Eyes speak a million words
before mouths ever move
No small talk needed
after our souls united
in an instant
at first glance
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S. E. Thompson
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Creeper
By my count Leslie did far more wrong by me than I did by her. I was mad at first but I forgave her in the end but she seemed to be mad more often than not. I guess all relationships have their ups and downs and it did work itself out in the end, so it is alright now. But I can't help thinking how things could have been different. She should have just gotten rid of the house in the beginning. If she had done that then maybe she’d be alive today.
By S. E. Thompson4 years ago in Fiction
One Unchecked Box
"Republished" because it was the only way to add the embed for the newly recorded audio version of this story due to the Top Story badge. Plus it serves as a nice, informal announcement of the podcast's revival for another season (go subscribe!):
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