Prose & 3 photographs!

As my profile indicates I write prose.  I don't generally share it with anyone, but on occasion I will.  I recently let Ian read some of my work.  You know what they say, Don't bring any at all if you didn't bring enough for the rest of the class.  So here it is, in all it's glory.


There is fire in his eyes. But it does not compare to the white hot fire of his soul. He is all contradiction and no simplicity. He pretends she is but she is not. His lips are warm and his smile sweet, but his tongue is acidic, sharp like a razors edge. When his eyes turn upon her he smiles and you can see he's intrigued yet alarmed and defensive. He is often there, more often than not. Responsible for few, but true when he is. Picking her up when she has fallen and chased after when she has ran. With all the responsibility of a man, yet with vague traces of the fierce and true heart of a child, acting on whimsy and feelings alone. Wanting to be loved, she thinks, for this moment anyway. As she looks up at him from what she's doing, he looks back, his eyes sparkle with curiosity and much more. His lips part into the slightest smile as he runs his fingers through her hair and he speaks. "You are so beautiful" and as if he's never been wrong she smiles, sighs, and a piece of her dies inside.
 
Oh, and I'm going to include like three photos, cause I took them the other day, and I love them.  So that means i gotta show someone!

My Husband & I! (featuring my sister-in-law's massive boob that weighs more than me lol sorry Star)

My Husband and "The Tunk" (I've decided that "The Tunk" would be Jag's football nickname, since he's a fatty)

Aiden & his only girl cousin, Jade.  He suggested they hold hands!