S.R.B

Joined July 2022

12 stories

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Hi! Glad your here. I’m just sharing what I love - my writing. Hope you enjoy ☺️

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I sat on the cold snowy bench finally allowing myself to feel it all yet it was as though the cold numbed everything away. As much as I let my tear ducks relax my face remained dry. Even in complete defeat, my body found a way to fight against me. Still, I let the cold scold my legs through my jeans till they burned and my fingertips felt purple. I let everything fly across my mind and yet also let it stay blank. Finally, one tear released and sat on my cheek.
By S.R.B3 years ago in Fiction
Distraction
Do you ever sit back and think of me too? Incredulously, I shake my head Serendipity long left me. Thunderstorms roar and yet people run to greet them.
By S.R.B3 years ago in Poets
Goodbye
He died at fourteen. That statement alone sounds like a tragedy. When I add that the aforementioned he is my dog, I am greeted with at least he had a good life.
By S.R.B3 years ago in Poets
Sunday dread
Another weekend that flew by. Leaving the unfilling feeling of so many things left undone, a to-do list still 8 miles long.
By S.R.B3 years ago in Poets
I have a fear of running, so what?
All of us have at least one fear that seems completely irrational. Something that when we confide in someone about it, we often follow with "I know silly, right?" or "I know it's stupid" or "I know I shouldn't be but...". The 'I knows' that follows our fear that is completely valid yet, so many of us feel like they are invalid when we share.
By S.R.B3 years ago in Motivation
A letter to the past
Dear past me, Another year has passed that separates me from you. Yet, I still let my decisions then haunt me like a permanent shadow that refuses to change to match my current form. A shadow that sticks to me long after the sun sets. So, I'm writing you this letter.
By S.R.B3 years ago in Journal
Sorry, grandma
My problem was I believed too much in fate and destiny. That if something is meant to be it’ll happen, right? Wrong. So unobtainable incorrect.
By S.R.B3 years ago in Fiction
Lucy's keeper
Is this the life I thought I would be living? No, absolutely not. And before you get the wrong idea, this is not a fairytale. My life didn't turn out for the better. I may be partial however, I expect most people would agree this is the worst outcome for anyone.
By S.R.B3 years ago in Fiction
Snow White
Cool air hits my face The trace of yesterday's heat still in it It feels calming as it dries my sweat The birds swoop up and down
By S.R.B3 years ago in Poets
Mountain view
Tall above the clouds I stand, with the perfect view Yet, alone I am
By S.R.B3 years ago in Poets
The Night the Lights Went Out
Prologue: After “This is the plainest tasting food I’ve ever put in my mouth. Do we even know what kind of meat this is?” I shouted out in disgust as I examined the food in my hand, turning it over while I poked and prodded it.
By S.R.B3 years ago in Fiction
Kingdom of the Ancalagon
The bitter air pierced into the bed of scales on the Ancalagon, each breeze passing through turning warmer. The weather in this region was not substantial for flying, long turned frigid when the creatures were banished by the Queen of Shadows.
By S.R.B3 years ago in Fiction