Falters Stories

One never falters By james a . galgano There within her delicious be-speckled bewilder ably embeds. Much too often unforgettable memories of allure too often tread. Within bleeding heart too often palpitating by some deity's design In hopes of procuring by mere chance some provocative reminder Where memories come to rest quietly beneath briar patch extended Offering slim hopes like blossoming olive branches often un-intended Despite every verisimilitude aroused by every offer beneath pale moonlight There worry comes to nest within each wayward offer extended humbly impolite. To each welcoming embrace offering extended indulgence like meant to be Within each open arm proffered forth to all within one's offered symmetry.

You didn't fight so hard to lose, but that happens when destiny isn't in your will of control.

𝓘t was the first day of senior year, all the students had wanted to make sure they look decent and make a good impression. They sat in class learning about chemistry and what not, when there was a sudden phone ringing noise. But not from any of the students, they had their phones mostly on mute to hide the fact that they snuck them under the desks. Their teacher had stepped out of the classroom to take the call. He was gone for about 15 minutes. Nobody seemed to mind until there was a shrill shreieking sound, along with running and heavy footsteps. Some of the students ran out of the classroom thinking their was a fight, but were left absolutely petrified when they came across something that would 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 the way of the world forever. 7.24.23 -