I havent done any post-it note stories in awhile; I think its time for one. For those of you unfamiliar with this particular habit of mine, it goes a little something like this. Using a standard size post-it note I write a story that fits onto one note, front and back. It helps to write really small. Usually these notes end up inside a book at a bookstore. I chose them at random and just stick my story in them. Im not really sure why I started doing that. Maybe its because that the only way my work will see the inside of the bookstore.
If you like it let me know. If you dont like it let me know. If your not sure what to think about it and just want to tell me about your day, do that to.
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I told her I didnt need her, but it wasnt true. She drove me wild, but I cast her aside. My needs had become her desires. She restored my sight to all the beauty I had long forgotten. In a flash my black and white world was awash in hues of crimson red and violet blues; color had returned to my life. I saw the world through new eyes.
I was never as tranquil as the times we spent together. The soft touch of her lips and the warmth of her being restored me. She dedicated herself to me, mind, body and soul. In my needy hands she placed her fragile heart.
In me she saw the warrior poet she longed for. My eyes betrayed the fractured soul that only she could fix. She drew the poison from my essence like water from a well. Each day I grew stronger, while she drew weak. I was blind to her sacrifice.
My beautiful words returned to me. They flowed through me effortlessly on to the page. I filled volumes with love and loss, desire, temptation, redemption. I began to live again, but my salvation came at a cost. The luminous flame that drew me toward her was now but an ember. My passion consumed her. I had taken too much of what she willingly gave.
To stay with me would be her end and my heart could not bare that. I sent her away. I drove her from my side. She had laid the world at my feet, my beautiful love, my silent muse.
If you like it let me know. If you dont like it let me know. If your not sure what to think about it and just want to tell me about your day, do that to.
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I told her I didnt need her, but it wasnt true. She drove me wild, but I cast her aside. My needs had become her desires. She restored my sight to all the beauty I had long forgotten. In a flash my black and white world was awash in hues of crimson red and violet blues; color had returned to my life. I saw the world through new eyes.
I was never as tranquil as the times we spent together. The soft touch of her lips and the warmth of her being restored me. She dedicated herself to me, mind, body and soul. In my needy hands she placed her fragile heart.
In me she saw the warrior poet she longed for. My eyes betrayed the fractured soul that only she could fix. She drew the poison from my essence like water from a well. Each day I grew stronger, while she drew weak. I was blind to her sacrifice.
My beautiful words returned to me. They flowed through me effortlessly on to the page. I filled volumes with love and loss, desire, temptation, redemption. I began to live again, but my salvation came at a cost. The luminous flame that drew me toward her was now but an ember. My passion consumed her. I had taken too much of what she willingly gave.
To stay with me would be her end and my heart could not bare that. I sent her away. I drove her from my side. She had laid the world at my feet, my beautiful love, my silent muse.
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i know i am going ot get caught one fo these days but i do it regardless