As Promised: The Pride Land

I walked inside and laid my keys on the stand in the hallway. What a night. Well at least it kept my mind off things for awhile. I walked over to the lamp and turned it on and sat down on the couch as I flipped on the TV. Sebastian, my Siamese cat, jumped up beside me as I kicked my feet up ready to relax. I was watching a favorite show when my phone rang. *Hello?* I answered with a slight sigh. *Casey you need to get out more. I mean we had a great time tonight. So are you and Sarah an item now?* I heard the voice of my sister on the other end ask jokingly as I got up and made my way to the fridge. *It was great tonight. I get out, it’s just, I’ve been busy these past few weeks. You know how it is working for grand field inn. And me and Sarah are none of your business Kara. Are you staying with Bree in her dorm tonight or do you want me to leave the key in the usual place tonight?* I grabbed a can of soda and made my way back to the couch. I heard Kara and Bree talking. *I know you and Sarah are doing something so face it Casey, you are a leashed pup. I’m staying with Bree. We have a lot of English to study for. I’ll see you around. Don’t forget lunch tomorrow! It’s at Phats cafĂ©. Be there!* I heard Bree giggling in the background. God Bree, you can wait till you get home. *I will be there. I got no work to do tonight so I’ll probably hit the shower and watch TV. I won’t wait up.*
We hung up and I went to my bedroom. I opened up my drawer and got my boxers and t-shirt and made my way to the shower. I got undressed and turned on the shower. As I stepped in, the warm water began to wash over me and I let it run over my head and down my back as I began to relax. Funny how my sister and our friends didn’t notice that me and Sarah acted a bit off tonight. Oh well.
Me and Sarah have been together since high school. This Friday marks our four years being together. It’s also pride week here in New York. Meaning that Sarah is on a mission to get her float done on time. Meaning, I had put off fixing some stuff on the float mechanically. We had a small tiff but enough to feel an edge the rest of the night. I know I will have to get up early and run down to the Pride Gallery and start fixing it. *hmph, right now though, I’m relaxing and enjoying my two days off* I said aloud to no one in particular. Sebastian looked up from his cat bed and meowed. If I know Sarah, she won’t hold a grudge long.

New to come here

If you are reading this, please pay close attention and please please please be honest and real with this.
I am going to start writing a story here. Adding to it each day. I am a published author so give me time if it seems I haven’t posted in hours on some days when I do this. I will write it! I will start tomorrow and see how it goes.
Your job is to read and enjoy and comment. But when commenting, be honest and real with the story. I mean don’t be closed minded. Be open minded to new things.
So, as of tomorrow (really starting today since its midnight) I will do this. Hope everyone enjoys and remember that it’s for fun and entertainment purposes. Thank you!

Unheard

My pen glides in soft gentle strokes upon the paper so white. Like a melody that flows among the breeze. It’s words forming into lyrics like a lovers song. My pen is the light even when darkness is as black as the darkest night. My pen creates the rhythm of harmony. Like hearing a sweet voice singing to the ringing of church bells on a warm Sunday afternoon. My pen is the fantasy that I call melody. It sings out in anger. It sings out in laughter. My pen can write the words of passion and desire. Like two partners so caught up in the moment. Making love by the fire. My pen can write you the words of fact or fiction. Like did you know, that if I I put my heart next to yours, they would soon begin to beat as one? Baby that’s true friction. My pen can write the sadness of grief and sorrow. Like the tragedy in death and weaknesses. Fighting in a war that you know you may not come home whole again. We are not always promised another tomorrow. My pen can write you laughter and love. Like the sweetest honey dripping from the honey comb. The taste of your lips pressed against mine. Your voice calling out to me from above. My pen can take you through the deepest emotions with just each word. My pen writes the poetry that is still unheard.
Written By
Kelli R. Hall
Unheard
@CopyrightKRH12

I Miss You

Do you know what I miss? The way you would smile at me like we held a secret only we shared. The way your lips tasted like soft white wine after each kiss. Drinking in the smell of your perfume like it was the last scent I would ever smell. Like holding you in my arms as we laid down together at night. Sharing our days and dreams just to each other and promising not to tell. Looking in your eyes and searching for any doubt. I use to find nothing but love. Now I just find nothing but a way out. I miss the way you would laugh at nothing at all. Or just a joke. I miss long nights falling asleep with you. Even though it was just over a phone call. I miss telling you how beautiful you are in every single way. I never missed a moment. I told you every single day. I miss the way you would randomly just be silly or funny. I never needed the sunshine. You already made my life bright and sunny. I miss the way you would make me smile. But secretly just seeing you smile was worth letting go for a while. I miss whispering to you even after you would fall asleep. I don’t know if you knew it, but I told you my darkest secrets so deep. I miss hearing your voice before my eyes would drift and close real tight. Hearing you whisper ever so gently that everything will be alright. But what I miss most of all that my heart can tell so deep with love so true. I miss everything. I miss you.
Written By
Kelli R. Hall
I Miss You
@CopyrightKRH12