Regret.I started to speak, and in the end, I replayed it in my memories.Regret. by yupinukedem
I should have known to speak a little less.
But it was always more – too much more.
And here I am, with the screams in my throat.
I shouldn't have said so much.
Antiquated LivingThe study was decorated with dated little adornments. Baubles from 1807 hung from rope baskets secured to the ceiling and hold potted plants. Sheer golden-brown curtains hung before the bay windows. Closed blinds kept the direct light out. A lanky figure sat huddled in a wooden swivel chair, which had thick padding on the seat and on its back — a custom touch added by the sitter. Hair matching the sheer curtains fell over black eyes. Long fingers tapped away at the circular buttons of the typewriter. Glasses lay folded next to the typewriter, in front of a closed fountain of ink. At the edge of the desk was a shiny, tapered, black pot filled with dried pink globe amaranths and cotton branches. They were kept steady by a hearty padding of dried raffia. To the writer's right, perched in a tiered wicker stand, was a radio. Despite its presence, the room was quiet and filled only with the sounds of the keyboard's tapping and the platen's occasional ding.Antiquated Living by yupinukedem
The figure leaned back
An Artist Amongst Peers “'ey, Charleston! What time you get off?”An Artist Amongst Peers by yupinukedem
A bulky, messy haired man sat up when his name was called. He stared down at his coworker, an equally bulky, hard eyed lady with a winning smile. Charleston – Carls Charleston – gripped the safety rail with both hands, staring skyward. He thought about it for a moment before he swung his weight to the left, keeping steady with his right hand.
“'bout six a'clock.”
“You doin' anything?” she asked, shifting her weight.
“Yeah. I'm pretty booked.” He jumped down from the tiny pie-shaped platform and grinned at her. “I came up with an amazing idea last night.”
She sighed but responded with, “Lemme
Love for MeTaunie Sure was about average height. She had a slim upper body with wide hips, curly black hair, and was fond of wearing contacts instead of her glasses. Without contacts, her eyes shone a brilliant honey colour. In class, she kept the back of her hair pinned up against her head. She always stood with her weight shifted to one leg – never standing up completely straight. Oh, speaking of that! Her legs, ah her legs...Love for Me by yupinukedem
The description had shortened since its first introductions, but by now, the unfortunate listeners were familiar with the monologue, regardless of its length. Myca, the admiring speaker, had been repeating himself every day for the past six months. For the six months before this, he was a sighing, smiling mess, and frankly for his friends, it was a bit difficult to say which was worst. He had been fixated on Taunie Sure for a solid year – six months sighing and six months praising. At first, his friends chalked up his feelings as nothing more than a simple cru