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I'm not sure what you would call this but here. I hope some of my readers see what I'm saying (comparing it to).

I stood in a field with the man I loved. He looked down at me, reached up and touched my face. “I have to go soon.” He whispered softly.
“For how long this time?” I asked him looking at my hand I had pressed against his chest. He had gone away for (two) months before, and I had no contact with him.
He hesitated before replying. “Forever.” He spoke the one word with so much pain.
“What? Why?” I lifted my eyes to his face as I felt tears come into them.
“I…I’m dying, love.” He replied.
I then noticed his skin was much paler than normal, his hand that still rested on my cheek trembled, and I could feel his heart beating irregularly beneath my hand. “I don’t want to leave you but it’s not my choice.” His voice was strained as he talked.
“I don’t want you to go.” I choked out as tears streamed down my face, my lips trembled.
“I know.” He said. I could tell he was struggling. “You’ll see me again in Heaven. I won’t be gone forever.” He was trying to comfort me; when I was the one that should be comforting him, it made me cry even more.
“It’ll seem like it.” I told him. “I’m sorry.” I apologized shaking my head. I tried to stop my crying.
“For what?” He asked me as he wiped away my tears.
“I need to be comforting you; not you comforting me.” I managed to choke out through my sobs.
“No, it’s OK.” He wrapped his arms tight around me pulling me close. “Having you here is comfort enough.”
Time passed, we just stood holding onto each other. I felt his heart beat slowing, breathing became hard for him; I could tell…I was losing him, faster than I wanted to admit.....

I'm not done with it,

DestinyLies
 
Yes, I know. And "In Heaven" is right. As the secular establishment relentlessly demands that we think of nothing but the here-and-now, believers must remain firm in the assertion that there IS more than that.


"There's more than you see, there's more than you feel,
More than this world below;
If you have an ear that's willing to hear,
You will believe, and come to know."
 
Just an idea

Here is just a short idea...I know sorry it's Kandie and Joe:

Jane​
 I startled awake at the sound of Kandie’s screams. Throwing back my blankets I jumped out of bed and raced to my friends’ bedroom, I saw Joe enter the room ahead of me. He nearly ran to Kandie’s bed, and half-way jumped to where she lay screaming in her dreams. I heard him say her name as he shook her shoulders. Kandie immediately stopped screaming once she woke up, she buried her face against Joe’s chest, grabbing onto his t-shirt, as she started crying. I raised my hand to my mouth at the sound of her sobbing, she kept muttering but I couldn’t understand her.
“Joe?” My parents stood behind me in the doorway to the bedroom, worry in their eyes.
Joe glanced towards them as he held his girlfriend against him, his own eyes screamed in pain. When he didn’t reply to my mother’s voice they understood that he would tell them later. He bent his head down towards Kandie as she started to speak. “She says go back to bed, she’s sorry she woke you.” He told them. They nodded and left. “Stay Jane.” Joe then spoke to me.
I knew he meant for me to act as supervision. I moved over and sat down in the lounge chair Kandie had sitting in one corner of her bed room. I watched as the two whispered in tones I still could not understand. Kandie’s shoulders still shook as she continued to cry everyone in a while. My heart went out to my friend, she had just lost one of her best friends, and I was sure that was what her night mare was about. I knew that she wasn’t sure if _______ had been saved or not. *Add more?*
Joe​
 I held Kandie against me. I could feel her tears seeping through my thin t-shirt, and her body shaking with sobs. “Sshhh.” I kept trying to calm her; I rubbed one hand up and down her back. A few minutes past before I noticed her sobs were calming down.
“Go back to bed, Joseph.” She told me barely above a whisper. She looked up at me, and my heart screamed when I saw the tear streaks on her cheeks, and her red eyes.
“No, not until I know you’re OK.” I told her. I too spoke in a whisper so Jane couldn’t hear.
“I’m fine.” She insisted. “It’s late- and you- need to go- to sleep.” Her voice came out in jerks as she tried to keep her sobs inside.
“No, you’re not fine.” I shook my head. “You were screaming in your sleep, honey, loud enough for me to hear in my bedroom.” I told her. She probably thought Jane had come and gotten me. “I hate seeing you like this, Katherine.” I glanced towards Jane who was nodding off in the lounge chair she sat in a few feet away from the bed, then back at Kandie.
“I’m sorry.” Kandie apologized, her body jerked again with a sob.
“No, don’t cry, please.” I raised one hand and cupped it around her cheek; I wiped my thumb, one at a time, underneath her eyes. She didn’t speak for a few minutes, I was afraid she was mad at me.
“She’s gone, and I don’t know where she went.” Kandie finally mumbled. I knew she meant whether ______ had gone to Heaven or Hell.
“When was the last time you remember talking to her about it?” I asked her, knowing it was better for her if she talked about it.

Not done with it

Well????

DestinyLies
 
"Josif Goodbye"

Again I know it's Joe and Kandie I'll TRY to write something different soon but again they're my main story!


I climbed in the (truck) when Joe opened the door for me. After starting the ignition Joe pushed the armrest, which separated me from him, up and motioned for me to slide over next to him.
“Come here, baby.” Joe told me. I slid over as close to him as I could get. He turned the truck out onto the road before sliding one arm around my shoulders, the other stayed on the steering wheel. He glanced into the back seat at Sarah sitting in her carrier, then back at the road. It was silent for a few minutes, and I hated it. I hated that he was leaving, that there was no promise of him coming home alive, and that we wouldn’t be able to talk to each other often. I looked up at him when he sighed. “Don’t worry about me.” He told me for the five hundredth time. “It only makes it harder.”
“I know.” I looked away from his gaze. “I can’t help it. I keep thinking that this time you might not come back alive.” I told him. I kept my eyes on my knees.
“Don’t think that. Please, Kath, it doesn’t help either of us.” Joe’s voice pleaded with me.
“I try not to, but it always comes back.” I admitted to him. “I don’t want to think that, it’s hard not to though.” I twisted my fingers around each other. It was true, I didn’t like thinking that I was going to lose my (twenty) year-old husband but when he was going to be in a war zone where he could be killed any minute of the day it was hard not to.
“Try to think of something else. Distract yourself.” Joe said it more of a command than advice.
“I’ll try my hardest.” I promise him. I leaned my head against his shoulder.
“Good girl.” He kissed the top of my head.
It was quiet the rest of the drive to the airport. When Joe put the vehicle in park we slid out, I got Sarah out of the backseat, while Joe picked up his bag(s) from the bed of the truck. Joe glanced over my head at (Robert and) Jane who had pulled in next to us and now stood on the other side of the truck, he nodded towards her and we walked into the airport.
I held onto Sarah’s carrier while Joe checked his bags. Jane stood next to me. “You OK?” She asked.
I looked over at her. “I’m trying my hardest to be.” I said. “I am just scared of losing him, Jane.” I looked back towards Joe I smiled at him when he glanced towards me. “I don’t want to lose the man I’ve loved my whole life, when we really have just begun our life.” I added.
“I understand.” Jane slid her arm around me and squeezed my shoulders. I knew she spoke the truth; her own husband had joined the Army with Joe, and they had been together through basic training, and afterwards when they were based in (Florida).
Joe, having his bags check now, walked back towards us, he stopped and no one spoke for a few seconds. Joe finally let out his breath, reached his hand towards me. “Come on.” He said nodding his head in the direction where security was.
I slipped my fingers through his and we walked towards security, stopping just in front of the check in. Joe first hugged Jane before he turned towards me reached down and touched Sarah’s soft cheek. “Don’t let your Mama worry about me too much.” He whispered to her, the infant only cooed in response to her daddy’s touch. Joe leaned down and pressed his lips against our daughters’ forehead. I then set the carrier down in between my feet and wrapped my arms around Joe as he pulled me close to him in a hug. “I love you, Katherine.” Joe whispered into my ear.
“I love you too, Joseph.” I whispered back as tears streamed down my face. We pulled back after a few more seconds.
“Let me take Sarah.” Jane spoke up from a few feet away. She stepped towards me, and I handed her Sarah’s carrier.
“I promise I’ll call every chance I get.” Joe said when I turned back to him. He reached up and wiped away my tears. “I’ll be home sooner than you think.” He tried to smile more but it faded.
“I don’t care what time it is you better call me.” I didn’t look away from his gaze. I wasn’t going to until I had to.
“I will, baby.” Joe let his forehead fall against mine. “Pray for me more than you worry about me.” He said.
“I will.” I replied as another tear slipped down my cheek. I couldn’t speak above a whisper afraid that my voice would crack.
Joe cupped his hands around my neck and kissed me. He didn’t pull back for several seconds. Neither of us spoke for a moment. “I need to go.” Joe said as he straightened up.
I nodded in agreement as I felt more tears threaten to leak out. “I love you.” I almost choked out the words.
“I love you just as much.” Joe squeezed my hand. “I’ll see you soon.” He refused to say ‘goodbye’.
“OK.” Was all I said in return. He turned, releasing my hand, and stepped towards the waiting security stand where he would get his passport and I.D. checked.
“Jo-sif.” I spoke his name my hand was still out-stretched towards him. Joe stopped and turned back towards me. “Promise me you’ll come back to me, Joseph.” I muttered as one more tear slipped down my cheek.
Joe stepped back to me, wrapped his arms around me, and spoke into my ear. “I promise, Kandie. With all that I am, baby, I will come back to you.”
I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him. “Go.” I told him.
“I’ll call you when I get to my layover.” Joe squeezed me one more time before turning and heading through security. When my soldier husband was through security he turned and waved the ‘I love you’ sign at me. I raised my hand in reply my fore finger, pinky, and thumb extended out. I waited until I could no longer see him before turning and walking out of the airport with Jane who still carried Sarah. I strapped my daughter into the back seat of the truck, and climbed in the drivers’ seat. I started the vehicle, and headed towards home; without my husband.
When I parked the car in the driveway of the Guyers’ house I leaned my head back against the head rest and let the tears poor down my cheeks. I let the sobs come until I could control them, I then unbuckled my seat belt, got Sarah out of the back, and walked inside the house.
I took my daughter, who had fallen asleep on the drive home, up to the bedroom I shared with Joe. Placing her carrier on my bed, I unbuckled her, picked her up and lie her on the Queen size bed surrounded by pillows.



Well???? As always...still adding to it.

DestinyLies
 
A new idea!

I just had this new idea this past weekend CHECK IT OUT and let me know what you think....it's kind of like "Princess Bride"- as far as the setting/time period.


This young man, as of right now I am just writing his name as Arcturus but I don't want his name to be that so help (I have Blade,Avery, Ainsley, Kale, and Caine down as well), was given away by his father after his mother had died after giving birth to him. Unfortunately the man, who I have named Aethor, that his father had given him away to...was very cruel. And also a, well not sure what to call him, demon???? The man is extremely cruel to the young (Arcturus), so cruel as to whip him when he is "worthy of it". When Arcturus is older he is sold as a "slave" to a young girl and her mother who need help with their land. Like always with my stories there is a relationship intertwined, but this one is a little different. Aethor is trying to, well now that I think about it I haven't fully decided what, but anyway he is "possessing" Arcturus (I think I'm leaning towards the name Blade). He gave him instructions before he went to live with the two women. I think I will have Aethor want to marry the young girl (who as of right now is named, :)) ) Destiny)- but why he would "send" Arcturus I don't know....any ways; Destiny and her mother don't know what Aethor is up to, neither do they know how cruel he was to Arcturus. That is until Destiny sees parts of the scars one day; she then asks Arcturus to let her see the scars.....and I will have to let you read it to find out the rest...bwhahaha....I have to write the beginning first though. haha. :rolleyes: Also, I'm hoping to make it somewhat of an allegory.
I won't be able to post it on here as it isn't TDL approved I don't think, but if you want to read it I would be happy to email it to you, and also I will try to post it on my "Just Writing" forum.....

Hope you like!

DestinyLies
 
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I am...you'll have to look on the forum for the what i'm typing cause I can't post it here..I don't think. What do you think of the other stuff?
 
haha of course you do :) I'm writing another story haha I have SO MANY!!!! This one has to do with abuse as well. I'll put it up on the forum if you want to look.
 
Not sure what to call it

Just read it....it's about/to Chase:



The memory of the time of your sickness...more or less haunts me. The way that I felt about you, even though it was only for a few days, makes me mad at myself. The true way I felt about you never left. And when you left this world, I learned of your feelings towards me. it only made me cry harder, and miss you more. The thought of your screams at the pain the cancer and the treatment caused you brings more tears. The words you said to me a few days before you passed have stuck in my mind. As have a lot of what you said. The thing that comes back again and again is the time you told me "Be Happy, that's how I like you best.". I try to...some times, too often I think, I fail. I don't like doubting you; your feelings or your..death. your feelings I only know part of, how "strong" tey were is what is unknown to me. My best friend, who I now know talked to you, said that you told her that you "loved" me That is one of the hardest things for me to believe. I gave you no reason to "love me", in the way that she explained, especially the last month you were alive, which is when you told her. That month that I SO DESPERATELY want to do over;but I can't. Why you unblocked me from your phone, and texted me until 2 in the morning when you were dying- and when I was not one of the top people you wanted to talk to at the time I'm sure- is (surprising) to me, yet it made me like you even more. You knew I was trying to stop liking you but I was failing MISERABLY, and liking you more and more. Gabbie told me you never liked me, only as a friend. I know that's not true; why you liked me- the girl who lived two hours away- and not one of the other seven girls that liked you- who were near you- is, again, something I don't understand. The biggest thing that makes me doubt your "love" is that you told me, the night I fought with Becca, that you didn't "like" me like that anymore. So it's hard for me to believe you "loved me" later. I'm just going to have to trust you and Sarah. Patience to wait until Heaven to know the truth, as well as not try to figure out because I then only confused myself, is what I need. You knew how I felt about you the day you went home. And I know you're watching me along side my uncle, sister, great-grandmother...and your mom. Only two out of those four I knew before they died. The other two I never met. In some ways I am glad I never met you...it would've made letting you go even harder that it already was, is. Hearing your voice, knowing what it sounded like, is also something- at times- I am glad I never heard. It would have made your words much more "memorable", in the sense that not only would your words be echoing through my mind but so would your voice. Knowing that you liked me, even it if was for a short time, is something that I cherish. Why you 'liked' me you never would say. Another thing I'll have to wait for. You did teach and still are teaching me patience. I'd wait for your reply to a text or a message and get impatient...too often I didn't control that and it ended up bothering you which in turn bothered me. You hated when I was upset, and you could tell when I was without me saying anything. I both hated and liked/loved that you could do that. I loved that you knew me so well, and that you cared about how I felt. At the same time I hated it because you knew me well after not knowing me for very long and I couldn't hide much from you, not that I tried very hard. You knew when something was bothering me or when I was afraid to say something, only by something I did or did not say...or by the dots that I put. WHy you liked the dots I don't know; but it always made me smile :) to see the big green "DOTS!" in your reply...when they were there for no reason or because I new you liked them. From dots to a line...the line that "haunts" me the most, and the thing that makes me cry the easiest. it's not an ordinary line; this line, at one point, went straight, up and down, and then straight again. This line went flat too many times in between the months of July and October. This line measured your heartbeat...and one day, it stayed flat. That same day I found out that you "loved" me.


I'm still writing it I think. I know it's long.

DestinyLies
 
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