Memories on a shelf, still smiles in a frame
A spark of a life, forever the same.
A cold winter night, the day that we met
In a snow globe forever this scene has been set.
Ashes like snow fall from the sky
In this snow globe world it was just you and I.
Safe from the storms of this world, from the pain
But glass can be shattered, now only shards remain.
The snow globe was there through the good and the bad
As days turned to years, new moments were had.
There we lived in the moment, no room for a fight.
While here were raised voices, slammed doors in the night.
Ashes like snow fall from the sky
In this snow globe world it was just you and I.
Safe from the storms of this world, from the pain
But glass can be shattered, now only shards remain.
But glass can be shattered, now only shards remain.
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Daria Voynova
I'm a beginner writer and I share my stories here in hopes of gaining valuable tips from more experienced members but also to share what I have to say. I mostly write to work through my emotions so the stories don't tend to be bright.
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Daddy's little hobby
Jack got out of the car and opened the door to the passenger’s seat before offering his arm to help a girl get out. It was a cold autumn evening, the sun had already set and the once colorful leaves that were blown about in a wildfire of oranges and reds changed to a more somber palette, adding volume to the shadows and providing cover for the creatures lurking in the dark. An observant passerby would’ve stated that the couple was warmly dressed: the man wore a long coat, a hat that obscured his face and was carrying a heavy leather briefcase. The woman wore a winter dress and a cozy scarf around her neck; the whole outfit was completed by a dainty little hat with a violet attached to the brim. The man had his arm around the woman’s waist and was swiftly but surely guiding her into the depths of the park where no doubt a passionate evening awaited them. This picture-perfect representation of what a couple hopelessly in love would look like brought appeasement and joy to the park’s late visitors but did not stay in one’s memory for long due to its ordinariness. Using the cover that the darkness had to offer, Jack made no effort to conceal the girl’s troubled breathing, her pale cheeks, glassy, emotionless eyes and general disheveledness of appearance. Although she wanted to call for help or fight her kidnapper, the girl was so heavily sedated that she couldn’t utter a word, let alone move one of her leaden arms. The couple made their way deeper into the park’s wooded area.
By Daria Voynova2 years ago in Fiction
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Hey your words are so stunning, poetic, heart-touching and engaging🥰! "In this snow globe world it was just you and I" - excellent use of imagination like an experienced poet🥰. I subscribed you to give my support and if you wish you can subscribe me as well!