Riahdeere

Status: Dirt was made to play in ;*
Joined: December 14, 2011
Last Seen: 4 years
user id: 250566
Location: Maine
Gender: F
"you can close your eyes to the things you dont
want to see, but you can't close your heart to 
the things you don't want to feel." - Johnny Depp


pain isn't hard to come bye, but when taken the right way
it makes us stronger, better, we can learn from it. some 
people leave, but instead of grieving about them, be 
thankful for those who decide to stay. 

I have a boyfriend, and a family who loves me. A life
some would say is hard, but I'm greatful for. I'm a 
Senior in highschool, who once was popular, but then
moved to a place where I have almost no one. But I'm

slowly learning to grow.

 

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Your Words..
 
are like waves against my body, the sound is gorgeous, but the pain they bring is like no other, they crash and crush me like nothing ever has. I'm fighting to stay above them, trying to catch my breath, but like an anchor I sink to the depths of the ocean. ⚓⚓⚓⚓⚓




 

 
f o r m a t  j i m m y 3 6 5


Birds of a Feather

c
hapter Three


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He pulled me up on my feet and hugged me, we stayed that way for quite a while. I pulled away slightly, I looked at the small flag gracefully flowing in the wind. The red, the white, and the blue all gleamed in the sunlight together underneath the old willow tree. I glanced up at Will’s face, I could see where the tears had been rolling down his face. I propped myself up onto the toes of my boots to kiss his cheek. He brushed my auburn bangs out of my face, and kissed me. A smile grew on my face, I had never felt so many emotions all at once before. Mourning the deaths of my family, with tears coming down my face. Smiling, knowing the boy of my dreams was here with me, supporting me, loving me.

He cleared his throat, still trying to gather himself. “We have somewhere we need to go.” Gorgeous white teeth glimmered in the sun as he looked at me. Still not ready to speak yet, I gave him a swift nod.

I rolled my window down and cranked up the old radio. There were a pair of aviators on the dash, I put them on and started to sing along with the radio, ignoring the static. After a few minutes, a deep voice was in harmony with the radio, I looked over at Will, sliding the sunglasses down to the tip of my nose, so he could see my blue eyes looking at him. His cheeks started to get pink. I undid my seat belt and slid over to him, and kissed his perfect lips. My hand reached up to his face, the truck started to move faster.

I pulled back and looked out the windshield. It was too late. In a matter of seconds we were going to hit the stone wall that was only inches away from us. I fumbled with my seat belt, trying to get it to buckle.



                                                            . authors note .
               --I know I haven't been keeping up on my writing, I've been busy, sorry. I hope you guys are still interested. So, plot twist? Thought I needed to add something to spice up the story a bit. What'd ya'll think? I am REALLY liking this story. Let me know if you are too. Comment to be notified. I love each and everyone of my readers.♥--
i've never..
Had a time where I can't go to witty about something. Or tweet about something. Or talk to someone about something. Not until tonight. I'm really torn. But this is my fault, my choices made this happen. I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens from here on out. Don't expect any more quote from me my lovely followers, unless you're reading my story. Because, I just, can't take being somewhere that gives me a option to let it all out, because I can't let it all out. . .
Birds of a Feather

c
hapter Two


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My hand grabbed the dog tags that hung around my neck. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to hold the tears back. Will took my hand. Slowly I began to open my eyes back up. I jumped off the counter and walked towards where my dads room was, Wills boots clicked softly across the hardwood floor. It was the only sound in the house other than our breathing. I paused outside of his bedroom door, my hand resting on the door knob. Wills hand rested on my shoulder. I turned the knob, a high pitched creaking noise came from the door. I led Will toward the bed.

The flag was folded in a triangle, placed on top of his uniform. Combat boots at the edge of the bed, just like they’d be if he was getting ready to leave. I didn’t realize I was on my knees until Will squatted down beside me, wiping away a silent tear. He held me close as I began to cry harder. It was the first time I had cried in years. Since grandpa died when I was eight. I swore to myself that would be the last time I cried. Not a tear was shed when I got the phone call about mom dying in a car accident six years ago.

“I got the call exactly a year ago.” I pushed the final tears away and stood up. “You were still in training, and I had no way to get ahold of you. Before you came here this morning I had planned on visiting his grave.” I trailed off, his brown eyes captured me.

“We can still go if you’d like.” He looked deeper into my eyes, “and after, I have something I want to give you. So go get dressed, I’ll wait for you outside.” He took my hand and walked me to the stairs. As I headed up I heard him walk into the kitchen and let out a deep sigh. The faucet turned on, I could hear the clanking of dishes, along with a few sniffles. I grabbed my favorite white dress with a vibrant blue flower print and slid it on. My cowboy boots were waiting for me on the porch. Brushing out my hair I flew down the stairs and picked up the boots on my way out.

I jumped on into the white Ford, as soon as my seat belt was on we were driving down the road. I’m not sure how WIll knew where to go, but somehow, he did. We arrived in a matter of minutes. I slid out of the truck and sat there in the grass as more tears came flooding down my face.





                                                            . authors note .
               --I'm really starting to like this story, I've actually had someone tell me this is one of the best, if not the best story I've ever written. There were a handful of you who were willing to give me a second chance when it came to writing again. And reading my story, so this is for you.. I hope you guys are interested, fave, comment follow. I will notify if you would like me to. I love each and every one of my readers.♥--
Birds of a Feather

c
hapter one


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A loud beeping noise filled the kitchen, followed by coughing, I rushed downstairs, smoke filled the kitchen. A tan hand was waving a cloth back and forth by the smoke detector trying to turn it off. I tried to hide my coughs but I couldn’t there was too much smoke. I could see his cheeks turning pink as he looked down at his combat boots. I walked over to him and kissed his cheek, hopped up onto the counter and pulled the batteries out of the smoke detector. His brown eyes met mine.

“Surprise,” His voice was as low as I had remembered, and as scruffy as my grand fathers. He tried to laugh, but embarrassment covered his face. “I wanted to do something special for your birthday Lilly, something you wouldn’t forget, considering you’re 16 now.” His voice trailed of as our eyes met once more, I smiled like an idiot. He was as gorgeous as I remembered him, maybe even a little bit more. The amount of muscle had definitely increased since he left to go into the service.

“I could never forget this Will, you’re home!” I hugged him, the world seemed to slow down for those short few seconds when our arms were around each other. “And, you were making me breakfast, I don’t know anyone who would do that when they first got home.” I grinned up at him.

His chest rumbled as he laughed, he took several graceful strides over to the fridge and pulled out a jug of milk. Confused, I popped up on the counter and continued to watch. “I’m going to make you breakfast, just like I’d planned. Only this time, it’s going to be something I know I can’t burn.” He turned around and handed me a bowl of cereal. We laughed in unison.

“How’d you get in here anyway?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I figured you’d hide the spare key on the backside of the horseshoe by the door.”
“You know me well,” we laughed as we shoved more cereal in our mouths. “I’m glad you’re back, I’ve missed you terribly” I looked down at my feet dangling off the sideboard.
“I’ve missed you too princess.” He kissed my forehead, then took a step back. Looking around like something was missing. “Where’s your dad?”

I could feel my eyes start to water.



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               --So, there were a handful of you who were willing to give me a second chance when it came to writing again. And reading my story, so this is for you.. I hope you guys are interested, fave, comment follow. I will notify if you would like me to. I love each and every one of my readers.♥--
Birds of a Feather

i
ntro


My grandfather taught me some of the most important things I have ever learned. People always told me they weren’t important. When I saved their a**es, they realized how important those things really were.
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Little cowboy boots dangled off the swing, I looked towards my grandfather as he pushed us slowly back and forth. His signature shotgun by his side. He looked over towards the left, where his pigeon coop was, the blue-grey paint starting to peal off. With a grunt he got up, he took my hand and lead me towards the coop. The door squeaked, as he closed it behind us, everything went black. My little heart started to race. A rough hand, covered in calluses and wrinkles, was placed on my shoulder. I watched as the other hand slowly pulled the metal chain, turning the light on. He led me over towards the bucket of feed.

“Fill that coffee can full of seed,” His voice deep and scruffy, somehow still heartwarming. I did as I was told, when I was done I looked up at him. Little red curls bouncing all about. He motioned me towards a new door, I watched as he unlatched it, rust started to flake off. Slowly it opened, with a high pitched squeak, the hinges clearly needing to be oiled. I peaked in, my heart stopped, I backed up until I ran into the wall. Panicking I looked around. His deep blue eyes looked at me, he knew, it was obvious, there was no use trying to hide my fear of birds from him.

“Come here my little Honey Bee,” his large hand stretched out for mine, I took it. “They won’t hurt you, they’re more afraid of you then you are of them.” He took the coffee can and fed the birds. The large hands motioned for me to go over to him, I did as directed. My heart thumping, hands sweaty, I was in the middle of my biggest nightmare. As I approached him, he reached into a cubby where a nest had been made, slowly, he pulled out a baby bird. The comforting voice told me to cup my little hands together, when I did, the fuzzy little pigeon was placed in my palms. Our tiny hearts beating in sync, I started to relax, realizing what my grandfather had said was right. We both were scared. When my heart came to a slow steady pace, so did that small ball of fuzz. Across the mans face was a comforting smile.



                                                            . authors note .
               --So, there were a handful of you who were willing to give me a second chance when it came to writing again. And reading my story, so this is for you.. I hope you guys are interested, fave, comment follow. I will notify if you would like me to. I love each and every one of my readers.♥--
i feel bad that...
I can never seem to finish writing a story.. I really want to write again, but I feel like, if I do, no one will read it because of how many times I've left all my readers hanging.. But now, I actually have some inspiration for the story I wish to write.. But what's the point of writing if no one will read...? If you would be willing to give me one last chance, please let me know. I love each and every one of my readers .♥



Do This For Dominick 


You have all helped me in the past, now I need you to help a friend of mine. His name is Dominick, he is a guy, I have met him in person! So not one of those fake guys that comes on witty. What a surprise. Anyways, he's new, so, follow him. He has quite a story hidden behind that smile. Get to know him, find out what it is.


. Domanader25 .


. Witty he needs you .


 
i know i shouldn't be up this late...
But I simply can't help it. I've been up this late even later every night since it happened... I was getting better about it until June.. June 9th actually.. When PJ passed away.. He left way too soon, he had so much time to live his own life...But it was quickly taken away..People say that everything happens for a reason. Please tell me what the reason is for this to happen to someone so amazing, so loved.. He meant so much to so many people, just like my great grandfather did.. Between the two of them, a huge impact has been made in my life, and others who were as lucky as me to have them in their lives.. I loved those two men, and I always will, somehow they always found some way to hold my family together, now, it feels like it's slowly drifting apart.. I hate to think that my loved ones are drifting for one another, but weather I want to believe it or not.. it's happening.. I wish there was some way to get them back.. To see them again..see the warmth of their smiles once more. Ask them how they found a way to keep everyone together.. My grandfather and my cousin are the kind of men that could most definitely make an impact on the world.. Now, they may not have been able to make that impact on the entire world, but I know that it was made, for sure, on every person that knew and loved them, just like I loved them. We all have people like this in our lives. People who we love, who have come into our lives, and yet are taken out of them before we know it.. Before we ever thought they would. I'm not sure why some of the most wonderful people are taken out of this world.. I do know that the memories I have of both of them will never be forgotten, but always kept safe in my heart along with my love for each of them. I may not be able to see them today, or tomorrow.. It will be quite some time, so for now I will hold on to the photographs and memories until I do get to see them again.. "When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure." You will forever be my biggest treasures .♥ I love you both .♥
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