A semicolon introductory story.
New girl; big school; fatherly hug; kiss goodbye; school gates; strange glances; judgmental stares; principal's office; warm welcome; front of class; new student introduction; prim teacher; unfriendly girls; hormone-pumped boys; boring books; lunch bell; unappealing food; filled tables; go outside; munch alone; lonely yard; bare trees; emerging figure; solitary boy; exchange glances; curious smile; warm handshake; introduces self.
That's how Charlie and I met.
Locker conversations; lunch buddy; study dates; MSN chat; text alert; gather courage; asked out; nervous wreck; primps self; new dress; sweaty palms; 7 'o clock; dashing boy; gelled hair; fancy dinner; small talk; nervous smile; clinking silverware; charming manners; streetlight stroll; goodnight peck; sleepless night.
That was our first date.
boekbinder sisters.
Born on a bitter winter night
their mother screamed at the sight.
the doctor yelled "It isn't right!"
He left them alone in fright
for hours.
The sisters lay there,
one was rosy and one was fair
the only thing that they shared
is that they were connected
by the ends of their long red hair.
As they grew older their mother grew to love them
she couldn't bear to cut their hair
as it grew longer they grew apart
what only they knew is that they shared one heart
their blood flowed through their long red hair
they never thought to cut it, they wouldn't dare.
The sisters lived there
each loved the things
the other couldn't bear
the only thing that they shared
is that they were connected
by the ends of their long red hair.
One day the fair skinned sister met a man
while the rosy sister was at a news stand
they fell in love at first start
soon they were married and on their wedding night
The sisters lay there
one loved the man but the other didn't care
the only thing that they shared
is that they were connected by the ends of their long red hair
The man began to kiss his wife
he intended to perform the marriage right
but the rosy sister was still in sight
from far across the room their hair pulled tight
The man could not perform so he left her room
but he returned, very soon
he pulled out the scissors he pinched from the kitchen
and cut their hair down the middle
The sisters lay there
blood, poured from the ends of their hair
Now they both looked fair
In fact 'was the only thing that they shared
Except that they both had white hair
From one to another.
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