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The heart thief knocked so softly, I almost didn’t hear the rapping at my door.
I was not expecting anyone, nor was I looking for company. I peered through the small window in the door, the light from my porch reflecting particles of dust, floating slowly with the breeze. As I stood there staring at this man with hair my favorite color rose, he looked back from the other side of the small glass pane, and the walls around me melted, the sounds disappeared into a heartbeat, and the temperature rose 20 degrees. Diamonds slowly seeped out of his heart shaped eyes, the color of my favorite dress, glittering and sparkling. He smiled and my entire essence left the inside of my body and began to pop and spritz on the surface of my skin. I could not stop myself from opening that door. Conflicting screams of “I should not” and “I need to” battled silently in my thoughts as my hand reached for the doorknob.
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David S. ChorneyThis is where I'm supposed to write something about myself. I still have some hair left. I am still undecided which I like better, photography or painting. My four major food group are seafood, melted cheese, pasta, and Advil. I love the hunt of a finished piece of art. All quotes, essays, stories, and any other written piece on this website, are original and written by yours truly, unless otherwise noted. |
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