Night Moves
“I bet that you look good on the dance floor...” The guitars roared. The drums pounded. She danced. Our eyes met. I worked my way through the crowded club…
"They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle." Inspired by the Haruki Murami short story, I encourage you to write a shorter one about meeting your one 100% perfect person. It doesn't have to be bitter sweet, it can be all description, but it has to be about your 100% perfect match.
“I bet that you look good on the dance floor...” The guitars roared. The drums pounded. She danced. Our eyes met. I worked my way through the crowded club…
it felt really good, that position: shoulders pushed up against each other. lovecraft in one pair of hands, sark in the other two hands. “can you get me a…
When she first talked to him, she couldn’t have known that he would be hers. What she knew was that he was special. They met by chance, in the queue for the…
When she first talked to him, she couldn’t have known that he would be hers. What she knew was that he was special. They met by chance, in the queue for the…
When we met, I wore my lucky jade bracelet and she wore a hat with a white ribbon in it. It was like God had matched us Himself. She was short, but not too…
That’s when I saw her, out of the corner of my eye, dipping her tuna melt into a fresh glass of orange juice. My first thought, of course, was actually about…
And then I woke up. She stayed at my place, we spoke all night and find we have the same sense of humor, She told me she needs time to break up her last…