General

"I can feel the pain that swirls in your brain, all the stories you keep telling as if they hold answers. They don't. People do things because their emotions are driving them that way... all those things that hurt you, baby, had nothing to do with you at all... and perhaps that's even worse. The thing is, if you practice 'mental hygiene,' if you clean out those thoughts, everything gets better so very quickly."

General

"You are a lullaby on the wind. I reach out, only for my fingers to close on the air. You are softness and laughter. You soothe me, take my pain and make it manageable, create a person capable of recovering where before there was only decay inside. You leave me stronger, though your loss is felt to my very bones. You gave your words to me, as I gave mine to you and in this life they are all we truly have."

General

When I blow hot your words are ice on a summers day, taking my heat and making it less fiery. When I am cold you are hot chocolate by the hearth, warming every part of me - body, mind and soul. When I am afraid you are my shield, a safe place to wait out life's storms. When shadows come you are the light, as bright as any midwinter star. You soothe me, bring peace and balance, that's why I need you... that I love you is just as mysterious as any other deep feeling, coming from my core, telling me after the bond was made, never seeking permission.

General

"You soothe with your love, with your silliness and outright cheek; I love you for it. You soothe with a caring that never relents, never gives up. One look from you and I am whole, the rain stops, the wind ceases. You are a perfect summers day in a floral garden, fresh rain on the petals. Yet you forget that I've never had that before, not like this, so how can my mind not tumble and fall? Yet falling isn't an option now or ever; so I walk, walk away from the only water in the desert of my life."

General

No sooner has the metallic door clicked shut there is a clatter of steel on the tile. Before I turn I know that he has unravelled. His softness is his greatest asset and his most profound weakness. I turn to see his shoulders shake in the gloom, this boy is bereft for his pursuers, and whilst I don't understand it I respect it. He'll never be a monster. He's suddenly ten years younger and he just says "Mom," before he slides down the frozen wall.

"Baby, you did right. A survivor would tell everyone about us, blow our only advantage. You were so brave." But in the moment he can't meet my eye. Such a man but scared not to be my little boy anymore, scared that I will see him as something different. But I don't. He'll always be the boy in the subway car to me, the one who taught me that there was still more to life than honing survival skills. So I walk up to him and turn his face gently so our eyes meet. "I love you, Darwin, I always will. You did what you had to do, no more."

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 29, 2014.

Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by daisy.

General

As mama stroked his hair his breathing slowed. Then she began to sing the lullaby she'd always sung to him at bedtime since he was a baby. Now his tears had stopped, leaving only their tell-tale wet tracks down his face. She could soothe him like no-one else, even her own breaths were deep and even. It was impossible to stay anxious or upset with Mama around. Then as his eyelids became heavy and drooped she carried him up the stairs to the bed she'd pre-warmed. Then she slid into the bed next to him and cuddled him until he was asleep.

By neeta, October 23, 2013.
General

The old woman just sat, sat and listened to the tale of her granddaughter, Tabi. Times had changed so much and so little. The technology was all different but the tale was the same. High-school was awesome for the “in” kids and hell for the rest. She raised a withered hand and stroked Tabi's back softly like she was a kitten. She felt the heaving and shaking through Tabi's union-jack t-shirt. Her eyes were red, puffy and snot streamed clear from her nose. The old woman passed a tissue before speaking in her slow and measured voice. “You have one good friend, Tabs, that's good. It's all most folks can hope for. Teenage girls can be very cruel. They can hate you for being too pretty, too smart, too popular with the boys, looking different, being fat, and just because they want to pick on someone. We all love you and school doesn't last forever. In a few years they'll be out of your life and we won't. Then you can make mature friends, ones who aren't raging bags of hormones.”

General

I wrap my arms around his waist, feeling him calm down instantly at my touch. I rub the tears away with my fingers and started rocking back and forth. Soon nothing but the night time noises filled the tent.

By aria, January 8, 2015.
General

The simple touch sent a wave of butterflies coursing through her veins, their fluttering wings easing the dread that had settled inside her.

By fuzzyfrogs, November 8, 2015.
General

When my body felt like a cage you unlocked me with only words, opened a door I didn't know was there. You took out the pain and made it bearable by still seeing the person I truly am. No matter what, you stood firm, reassuring, kind. And for that reason alone I am a bird in the sky, able to sing once more.

Romance / Contemporary

"Ben used to just tell me to 'shut up.' But you, with you it's like you tell my panic to shut up instead. I don't know how you do it, and I don't need to. That you can, and so effortlessly, is enough."

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 22, 2016.