Hard Sweet Life

Image Source: littleseasparrow Jake loved Jack like a brother but at the moment, he felt like throttling him by the neck. He had been complaining ever since they left the station. The two had come along way but right now, Jake was not in the mood for one of Jack’s rumblings. “Could you shut up?” “Why should I?” Jack asked. "You dragged me out here in search of your grown ass sister. You do know she is not a small girl anymore and that she needs to make her own decisions? But you want to control everyone and everything." “Am sorry I asked you to come with me, but this is important. I really need you now, but if you don’t shut up, I'll shove these binoculars up your ass and I mean it!” “I would love to see you try.” Jack dared him. ”I just hope am in time for my date with Flare. Ever since your sister rejected me, I have been trying to make it work with her.” “I’m going to make sure we get back in time. Promise.” Jake shut off ...

She stood at the corner of the street watching him. He was engrossed to his phone, oblivious of the girl watching him. She watched from a distance as he crossed the street.   She watched because it didn't matter she was late for work herself. She felt a strong urge to cry and tears welled in her eyes. What had come of him? Through hazy eyes she watched as he disappeared into the crowd. She used the back of her hand to wipe off a tear. She shouldn't attract attention to herself. She remembered her job and with quick steps walked to her bus station after giving the crowd one last look, in the hope that she would see him. Source: The Vampire Diaries Series Did this mark the beginning of many days to come? What had been so important that he forgot? Forgot their ritual. Forgot that they hugged before parting ways each morning. It was a fast, ‘brush my shoulder hug’, but she loved it. She loved his hands round her waist every morning before she sta...

Image Source:  Tincek-marincek Ain’t that the way it always starts? – A simple round of conversation Becomes a subtle flirtation A suggestion, an invitation; Torturous tantalization… Hey – What ill wind blew you round my way? What is this game you want to play? All those delicious words you say; Lies – So sweet… Hush, now; settle down Garments falling to the ground Shame, shame, go away Come again another day – Hush, now; settle down It’s baser instincts presiding Jekyll’s gone into Hydeing Heart on heart, A two-track beat On and on, and on repeat Faster, faster – crushing heat Sweaty bodies, dusty feet And faster, and faster, faster go Anticlimax the crescendo… Everything freezes for a fraction; A little shudder, a contraction; A little sigh of satisfaction… Hey – C’mon, now, look the other way There’s nothing more for us to say Zipping noises, trouser hoisting – Eyes avoiding. Hush, now; settle down But...

When we tag you in a photo with rings, wedding gowns, wedding suits, awesome wedding venues and the like, we are tired of waiting for you to do the necessary. So could you just pop the questions. We promise to act surprised. When we keep mentioning that holiday get away package that is too good to be true, we need you to take us out. We don't have to go to that expensive exotic place, any place will do so long as it's just the two of us. When it's 7 pm in the evening and we call to remind you of the delicious food we had at a certain hotel, we do not want to cook, we want to eat out. It's mostly that we are feeling lazy on this particular day, need to be treated or don't want to deal with the aftermath of cooking at home. you know, dirty dishes and all.  If we suddenly decide to tetea the rights of children and can't stop complementing your sisters kids or a neighbors. We start to see and talk about the many beautiful babies in our life and how 'am t...

What Happened to peter? (Hart Of Dixie spoiler alert!) What do you think of peter?eeeh, need I say more? I am as curious as Lemon on whether she imagined peter in season 3 of Hart of Dixie. Okay, let’s relieve the moment. This is when Lemon had no ticket to go to a ball that had so many eligible bachelors and her sisters from the bells had denied her one. So, decisive Lemon calls her grandmother who is a pain in the ass but gets things done. The devilish grandmother hooks her up with a rich snob. Her nightmare begins immediately they meet and before they even leave the house (p.s Lemon looks lovely in that dress). The Pompous idiot calls her a “thoroughbred” “I consider horses more evolved than most people, oooh that was a compliment” what?! Who says that? Lemon is offended but tries to let it go. She needs to go to the ball! (In her shoes, I would let that statement go.) Check out the little balls of foam on the corner of his mouth when he talks about his plane. Yuc...

There are times when everything in your life seems not to be working out. Times when nothing you touch turns to Gold. And at that point in life, the question “What am I doing with my life?” seems like a tune you can’t get out of your head. Img source:http://www.wisestep.com/ You start questioning your sanity. Questioning how you made everything go wrong. Questioning God on the fate of your life. Blaming yourself. Blaming everyone else. Blaming the system. Blaming your life’s choices. Choices that seemed right at the time of making. Choices that have now brought you to this predicament. Choices you cannot go back and undo. And the question lingers on: what am I doing with my life?” “My life” encompasses many things. Could be a job that’s not working for you. You have no idea what the future and your job have in common. You feel stuck. When everyone else seems busy and enjoying themselves in the office, you are busy counting the hours till close of office. You have been apply...

The Mermaid, She came from the ocean, This wild girl from the sea, Her hair flowing southwards. She walked towards me, A west to east smile, With eyes steely grey, Like a storm in the darkness. Rolling in from the bay, We kissed with the sunrise, Made love when it set, A promise by moonlight, Came dawn, my regret. He left for the ocean, This boy from the land, His spirits soars northward, His heart in her hands,           --Michael Faudet