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Ink on Paper

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Clutching the book to her breast, she cried. The gathered tears overspilling, dangled for a moment in fat droplets at the tips of lashes before dipping to trace a slow glistening trail across her cheek. Heartbreaking sobs broke from the depths of her soul and the tears flowed faster. She dashed them away, her anguish inconsolable.
Words from the book danced through her mind, each sentence remembered, caused a fresh deluge of tears and renewed sobbing. Her chest ached with the effort of breathing, of dragging in the unwanted air to her lungs. There was no room for breath. Her chest was filled to bursting with the pain in her heart.
She opened the book and stared at a page. A year of words left to her. Beautiful words, meaninful words, words filled with love, with hope. How could he have written so much and yet meant so little? The words mocked her. How naive she had been! How eager to believe. Now she saw them for what they were – false, worthless, empty words. Nothing more than ink on paper. She closed the book and a coldness seeped into her soul.

This follows on from an earlier post for Last Line First – Void, the last line of which was chosen to be the first line for the following week. It made sense to me to link the two…



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My weakness is my greatest regret.
I tried to be strong.
Lord! I tried so hard!
Everyday I would tell myself that this would be the day.
This would be the day I would stay strong.
This would be the day I resisted temptation.
And everyday I believed I would succeed.
And everyday I failed. Every single day.
I was not strong. I did not resist.
I could not resist.
The temptation was just too strong.
Stronger than me. Stronger than my will.
You – you were too strong.
You drew me to you like a magnet.
Physics, then, was my downfall.
Or maybe biology.
I was a moth drawn to the flame that would be my destruction.
Or perhaps it was just the chemistry?
There was certainly chemistry between us.
Well, it was some kind of science for sure. Though at times it seemed more like witchcraft, a dark art, the work of the devil, this attraction to you.
But that’s the trouble with temptation.
It is attractive and sweet and addictive.
It pulls you in against your will, wrapping you up in its sweetness, melting away all resistance.
And who can fight against that?
Not me.
I was undone before I even began.

Last Line First


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When you are in need,
I am always here for you.
Where are you today?

Long distance love, in 75 words?

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Modern Romance. Some days he would email her early in the morning, others just after eight, or maybe nine. Often it would be much later, some days not at all. There was always a reason. No internet, no data left, appointments, meetings, illness. He might find five minutes in his day to dash off a quick “hi, sorry. I’ve been busy…” Of course, she knew the real reason for his “busy-ness”. Wives were hard to fool.

Survival of the fittest

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Yesterday you took a bite out of me.
I willingly offered up the morsel of myself
To keep the wolf from your door.

I should have left you to the wolf.
As you left me to the hyenas.
My sacrifice worthless against the scent of the kill.

because sometimes you just have to say something, anything! #venting


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Vicky, in love, was unbearable.
She bounced around like an over-excited puppy, wagging her metaphorical tail and drooling everywhere. I really thought at one point she might actually wet herself.
This time she had found ‘The One’. Definitely. Pete was gorgeous inside and out – so good looking but thoughtful and romantic too, and ‘Oh my God! In bed! Earthshatteringly excellent!’
It was too much. God forgive me, I couldn’t help myself.
‘I know,’ I said.


Posted on Paragraph Planet on April 1st 2014