Writing Challenge # 39
 

It is Sunday yet again ..... here we go :)

Soon bulbs from last fall will bloom, filling warm winds with fragrant aromas. A girl plays with braids of gold, shining in sunny air. Young boys sing to stay warm as childhood pals laugh and jump into cold snow, which is quickly vanishing. A cat sits still as a rock, waiting for a bird to fly down, a quick morning snack.

Spring is finally on its way.

Its Dark, and nothing lights my way
Its cold, not warming with my day
Its harsh, to know I cannot play
Its old, and all I do is pray
Midnight Holding Sway

I wait for words to say
How right or wrong I am
I sit and watch for any sign
As clocks stand still
Stopping short of total submission
To downward paths of urging foul
I will not allow this dark hour
To ruin light I hold so high
But I will wait
And pray I am not wrong

ok!

lady in my car, kiss my mouth!
i am in happy as lady lip touch my stomach!
good good good! as if orgasm is in my tummy! brrrr!
i touch in a spot i know bring bliss to thighs!
oo oo oo, a lady cry! do that two or four!
i do!
and lady and i fall for nap.

This I pray
Fall stands to fight
frost puts forth its cold
it shall succumb
glory of color to hold my vision
too soon will it pass

Loving you is hard
for you will it so.
Hiding in your soul
things dark and murky;
bits of a vacant spirit
that tarnish with apathy.
Oh, to only spy a spark,
a hint of light, would
bring much comfort and
curb undying sorrow.

Sorrowful star
so dim and forlorn
lights my sad night
but won't stay till morn
It's on its way out
I know it can't stay
I'll just say so long
And go my dark way
without my star's light
shining up in my sky
but I'll ask you what's up
And I'll ask you why
my sorrowful star
can't stay until morn
my sorrowful star
so dim and forlorn.

Christ, this is hard. Baby, I don't know of any words that can show you how much I want you. All I know is that I DO want you. I want you badly. I'll do anything you ask, just say it. I want to hold you tight in my arms. I lust for you. I want to rip your pants from you again. Just thinking of my hands on your boobs again brings my lips to a viciously horny grin. Not for nothing, but masturbation has lost its fun and I can't go on living this way. My balls hurt.

For now, I'm stuck with no way out. My mom and dad monitor my actions, and I'm afraid I can't count on running away with you tomorrow. I thought of a plan though, and it is bound to work. All I can say is hold on. I want to grab at your boobs again as soon as I can- and that ass won't quit, so I can't quit.

If all fails, I'll find you on Monday by the drinking fountain. My first class sucks, so I might ditch anyway. Making out is a good way to grind down the clock. If not, I'll find you during our Spirit Rally. Go Highlands High!

Yours and only yours,

-Richard Johnson

Wll, I'm not too sur about not using th lttr but i'll giv it a go anyways.

If on considrs th fact that th currnt gold pric is fluxuating at a significant rat, and th somwhat jrky ractions to the middl ast crisis, it would b bst to hold off on major purchass until th israli conflict is ovr. Thn, w should s a drop in prics and w can all buy thos gold bricks w bn wanting.


Don't know if that mad any sns, but what th hy.

ditd for laving th lttr in.

6:23pm
Julia: whr r u Win?

6:25pm
Winston: im stil @wk

6:26pm
Julia: cn i mt u l8r?

6:28pm
Winston: im wrkn l8

6:30pm
Julia: i nd 2 tlk

6:31pm
Winston: RU ok?

6:33pm
Julia: l wl lt u knw

6:33pm
Julia: mt @ 7?

6:36pm
Winston: i cnt alw B arnd 4U

6:38pm
Julia: u alw av bn

6:42pm
Julia: 7:30 K?

6:45pm
Winston: ok CU

Oh, bright moon. Shining up on high.
Do you know our world through your light?
As if through glass. Distant, spinning and swirling.
And you always still. Facing us. Winking.

I was told not to touch it, not to do anything. Nothing. But knowing an opportunity was my motivation. And an invitation such as this can push a strong mind into action. Simply thinking that nobody would know was soothing. My volition was obviously suboptical, and on this day I was to start my inimical pursuit of a muffin.