Stephanie's Written Works for Monday, March 31, 2008

The Star Gazer It was a cloudy night one evening in July dense and quiet stiffling and humid. A watchful star gazer lay alone in the field but there was nothing to see. Disappointed and broken let down by the universe the star gazer packed up her things she wished she were a pupet master and the clouds had strings so she could pull them apart so the star's beauty she could see. What was there to do? Nature does its own thing. But as the star gazer raised her head one more time in hopeless wonder... Sign in to see full entry.

She said: “Why does it have to be so hard Why can’t things ever go my way Why am I always dealt the wrong card Why can’t this good feeling every stay?” He said: “Baby, why do you have to talk that way I know life puts things in disarray And I know nothing’s ever easy And I know it makes you feel uneasy.” She said: “I’m tired of disappointment And I’m tired of feeling sad I'm tired of hope's dismantelment I don't want to be mad." He said: "Darling, if it were all so simple how would we know we're... Sign in to see full entry.

PART FOUR Chapter Ten (Brian’s Hallucination) Brian collapsed back onto his bed, breathing heavily. He tried to bury himself beneath his pillows, desperate to escape the scrutinizing eyes. You were dead for almost a minute. The sentence echoed through the spaces of his mind. He didn’t know much about death. Apparently, he had just died, and it was still an enigma to him. In his mind there hadn’t been a difference between living and dying. There wasn’t a difference because when you’re dead, death... Sign in to see full entry.

Every Pair of Hands Every pair of hands tell a story every crack demands infinite query. Every pair of hands has their own fingerprint of personality, they imply the holder's individuality. Every pair of hands has their own story to tell they have their own accounts of heaven and hell. © Stephanie Minor 2008 Sign in to see full entry.