55 small words

55 word story
Desirae Hoskins
CW 1
Hour: 3
Gazing from Afar

Girl wanted him to be hers.
“I don’t feel that way,” boy said.
“Just friends,” both said. One day girl decided to find someone new.
“And now he’s your boyfriend?!” boy said.
Girl was ecstatic. Boy was discontent. Girl started anew, and ironically for once, boy was the one left wanting.

55 words... (She stared him down; disgust)

She stared him down; disgust

She wanted him to be hers, but if you asked her she would lie. One day she simply gave up, found someone new. She was finally happy. He was discontent, upset in the slightest; she could see it in his eyes. Now she had moved on, and ironically for once he was the one left wanting.

Leaving Final

Final Version of ‘A time my world changed’
Leaving: Desirae Hoskins

My mind shifted
like the sun coming out from behind an obscure, rain-filled cloud
shimmering with its golden yellow rays
warming the embers of my seemingly blood-drained heart
I realized suddenly
you were not right.

Explaining my thoughts to you was the problem.
I pondered alone and confused trying to make this situation make sense.
How to express the feelings inside of me,
could I dare say-
that I felt unusual, insincere, and sad when I was in your presence?
The presence in which I once felt like a princess with the most gallant knight by my side.
The ethereal feeling, the joy, the care I once had was all gone.

Emotions of distress and fury ripped through my gut
making my normally calm and collected composure turn sour.
Fire and brimstone seemed to burn in my soul at the very thought of facing you.
I could not undo what went wrong in this fairy-tale like story, no happy ending for anyone.

But instead of telling myself I had to be with you
(a thought that would only come from your sick and sadistic mind)
my own thinking broke free:
The urge to flee.
If I could have been a bird at that very moment
I would have stretched out my long ebony wings and soared with the clouds
never to look back on something that once was.

With or Without you: Things I should have said

Things I should have said: Desirae Hoskins
Version 3 Final
With you or without…

I should have told you that I am a romantic,
that I see beauty in
lyrics, flowing and sweet-
long walks with someone you love
good books, and coffee early on a Sunday morning
but especially in people,
especially in
you.


I find myself drowning in your warm and gentle gaze
like a tiny ship with broken sails, lost in the cold turbulence of the storm.
My heart: ocean waves crashing violently against the shore.

That I adore your infectious laugh,
that makes you squint your eyes and slap your knee.

I should have let you in on the fact
that your hand in mine burns a flame-
a fire that only the two of us can share.
Your touch makes me shake
like the lightest kiss of a butterfly
on a cool morning,
and when you caress my face
I want to melt into a puddle of love struck
at your feet.

That when you wipe away my tears
the ones that flow effortlessly in a rush,
like some large barrier broke free
and is now racing down my cheeks
I want to laugh
because your touch is so much sweeter than the smell of dew drops
on the earliest spring flower.

I should have mentioned that your smile hot like the summer sun
on the longest day of the year.
It changes my mood
your very presence makes me feel safe
just knowing you are near,
knowing you are here.

I should have told you one thing:
that no matter what happens
the miles between us
the oceans that separate us
I will love you
even though you will never be truly mine,
I will be here.
Like the sea
like the waves that crash against the shore
like the ever-burning flame between our palms
and the soft butterfly that kisses my cheeks
I will be here
just waiting for you to come home.