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the obsession Ch-2No luck.
Andrew Tyler hadn't told her anything, no matter how persuasive she had been. Money was not a good wager with the man. Whatever she offered, Chuck had offered better, and the P.I. knew he would offer still more if the subject was brought to his attention. Somehow she wasn't worried about Chuck finding out. After three weeks he must've assumed she would do something. She hadn't meddled for so long, but if he was human for even a second, he'd know she was worried and she would try to help. At least she hoped he realized. To have his trust in her betrayed again would not make matters any better.
She would try again tomorrow. That man had to have a breaking point. If it came to it though, she would find her own means of discovering the mysteries Chuck refused to share. There had to be some reason that they had stayed at this hotel and not some ritzy one on the decent side of town. It killed her that Chuck didn't let her in enough to tell her even that. They had come too far in the
the obsession Ch-1The dark blue swirl pattern on the carpeting beneath her feet hadn't changed in the last ten minutes. She hadn't expected it to. The hope that something would change might have stirred in an almost nonexistent surprise when the design did not alter the shade of its color or the way in which it curved its form. She so desired change. But it had not happened in the last three weeks, and now she found herself drowning in foolishness for thinking anything otherwise.
Chuck was rummaging about in the adjoining room. The door was ajar to the room she stood in and she could hear him rushing around, fast-paced from one side of the room to the other, almost frantic. He had tossed papers about on more than one occasion. Something appeared to be missing. On this particular morning though, she did not ask what he was looking for. She knew.
It was a luxurious hotel they resigned in halfway across the world. It was also the third one they'd approached and slept in since they had arrived three weeks e
being a waldorfShe was never going to trust Dorota or her inept, pie-baking ex-husband with anything ever again. A woman apparently could not even go away for her honeymoon without her entire household falling apart. As the maid gave her the update, Cyrus happily unpacked from their trip, occasionally sparing her a glance when the subject concerned his new step-daughter.
"I don't understand. Blair told me that she fixed the mess with Yale." She smiled briefly as Cyrus placed the statuette they'd purchased in Paris and placed it by the mantel before turning to her for approval. Dorota stammered her way through the story of the black-ops gone awry, aware of her temper. For goodness sake, the woman should know by now that she would never lose her job as long as her daughter had anything to say about it, and Blair always had something to say about everything. She sighed. Of course her daughter wouldn't take anything sitting down and this nonsense about 'integrity' was so 'Little House on the Prairie.' Ne
death smilesDeath rides beside us
Like an uninvited guest
We ignore his presence
As we joke among ourselves,
Pretending he's not there
But knowing he always is
Death sits in silence, waiting
Cloaked in his shroud of grey
The cowl pulled forward
To obscure his aged but familiar face
He waits with his forever smile
Knowing that the reception is
By invitation only
And he is the doorman
Death stirs as the rumble of
Reminiscent of building belch
As one gorges quickly at the
Cornucopia of available life,
Vibrates the metal slats beneath
Death smiles within the glow of a
As his face transcends uncertainty,
And reveals the chaste expression
Of a newborn child
Only the living have a perception of death as old
the city of emotionsthe heart is like a very small city
where different emotions live
on the street of second chances
lives the emotion we call forgive
a little farther down the road
lives the emotion we call regret
he lives on the street of i'm sorry
just in case you ever forget
then after a block or maybe two
things really start to advance
for love is found around the corner
where he lives on the street of romance
hate and anger both share a room
but they really don't get along
hate can't stand to look at anger
and anger just screams, "you're wrong!."
then we find the emotion of envy
but he wants what the others have got
his next door neighbour is confusion
he lives on the street of forgot
then down on the street of heartache
lives sadness, the one who lives on his own
for no one ever comes to see him
but he's used to being alone
last but not least is the emotion called joy
who lives on happy street
he gets along with everyone else
and with anyone he might meet
the heart is a very small city
these are s
in my imaginationIn my imagination
Here in my imagination
I fail to materialize
Only just a distant view
But not in my living eyes
Just a dream i cannot make real
A wish that fails to come true
Only in my imagination
Can i see, touch, feel, and smell you.
Seems to be so far away
Yet in my thoughts so close
Just a fleeting glance of something
Ive desired for the most
Only seen in landscape
Its a portrait far from sight
Love, but just in memory
Fading, but trying to take flight
But what is life without a dream
A hope without creation
Only will you appear to me
If you exist in imagination
...To Dare to Dream...
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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