Broken...I thought I had saved her. I thought keeping her on the phone the entire night before, through tears and laughter and promises to keep going... I thought I had saved her. But with each metallic ring, I realized the truth of cliché as an eternity passed by. Ring upon ring and still there was no answer.
She only just texted me, I prayed with my lingering hopes. She has to answer - she only just texted me.
And yet again the phone rang - the numerous shrill sounds connecting New Jersey to Ohio.
All the while, I rocked in my sorority sisters' arms; all of them wondering why I had rushed out of the room - wondering why I was crying so hard - wondering who I was calling. I had fallen to my knees, still rocking, still crying, still hoping.
The phone rang again and her voice answered. But it wasn'tt her voice... it was just a recording.
I pressed the red button on my phone's keypad (at this point being unable to read the small print through the tears) and pressed the green di
A-part of YouFlora had been attached to her bed post and hospital blankets since breakfast time her knees curled up to her forehead, completing an enclosed circle with her own body. She liked it like that, or at least tolerated it. There was little else to do as everything had become so routine, so bland all colors even seemed to have been lost in this place, leaving only the shades of ivory, sea shell, cream, and lace. The smell she could only describe as mashed potatoes and cough syrup would relentlessly increase her unease.
By now her family had even shuffled into a schedule of visits and conversations. Her father would interject only small bits about damn Germans or damn Japs while her mother told her about anything new from Sinatra or Judy Garland. Her sister would usually catch her up on Alfalfa and Spanky on Our Gang. Then theyd leave, night would fall and shadow the white of her room, and shed curl up again to wait for the new day. That
StarburstLook left, look right, and skip the
Second glance to take the chance
At the rare opening between one moving
Mass of metal, wires, glass, and fuel,
And the other behind it.
I look with you;
Left, right, and I take that
Second glance as you take the chance but
I cant see the oncoming
Mass of metal, wires, glass, and fuel;
My eyes blink as if they know.
I cant see it but dear god
I feel it from my shoulder to my chest.
In front of us is a mangled
Mass of metal, wires, glass, and blood.
You are crying and I see the
Blood coming from your hair and running
Past your tears as you
Bawl out my name between your
Screams of apology and frantic calls
To our home, only two roads away.
I am forced to sit in a heated
Patrol car, while you are forced to
Have your head wrapped in gauze.
I gaze out the glass and watch you,
My eyes tear when you scream for me
To dear god forgive you.
I glance out the glass and see your
Mass of metal, wires, glass, fuel, and blood.
The windshield has a starbur
Free Plushie Patterns Online
Here's a collection of links to sites outside of DeviantArt where you can find free plushie patterns. There are well over two hundred choices, so you're sure to find something you like.
Remember, if you can't find exactly what you're looking for, try adapting one of the patterns. For example, a tiger can easily be turned into a lion, an elephant into a wooly mammoth, an elf into a goblin, or combine the upper half of a mermaid with the lower half of a pony to get a centaur.
Night Garden Studios Jointed and Rag Bears
Baby Bows Bear
Hug Me (EMS Bear