How is it some words seem to hang in the air? Once spoken, they develop a life of their own, their presence growing from a secret pondering to an ominous being, larger than anything else in the room.
I know what sustains them: the very breath sucked from shocked lungs.
Cathy is a temporarily out of work bookkeeper, taking a little time off to play in the fields of words and exercise the other half of her brain.
I’m the only one who looks you in the eye.
I’m the one with you when you’re completely alone.
I’m the one who will never reveal your secrets.
I’m the one who sees the things you don’t want to show.
I’m your reflection, and your shadow’s, too.
I’m your mirror.
Ariel D’Agostino is studying English at International House Belgrano in Buenos Aires, Argentina, and has been studying there since he was 6 years old. Ariel celebrates his 13th birthday on June 16.
Her eyes are like shimmering pools of living fire.
I lean closer and feel their heat radiating against my cheek.
Mesmerized, I stare into her widened pupils, flames flickering in ever increasing circles.
I’m lost, I’m lost; I’m falling in.
“They look painful,” I say.
“Painful and infectious,” she replies.
Alan is a primary school teacher working in south London. He doesn’t like where he works.
To our naked eyes, millions of pinpoints prick the night skies. They dazzle, dangling from immeasurable heights. We do not understand them.
But when our hearts resonate with theirs, they are a wordless fire, larger and brighter than anything on Earth.
The stars do not reveal themselves; we seek them.
Rhol Abisan is a a coffeeholic; a Lover of Books; a fan of J.R.R Tolkien; a Musician; an Artist In His Own Way; Melancholic yet Hopeful; a Treasure Keeper; a Wanderer but not Lost; a Follower of Jesus Christ.
You opened my heart; you saw inside me; you understood what I needed.
You were the one that awoke me to a brand new day and helped me live again.
Without you I wouldn’t be here, I couldn’t be here. You are my one and only saviour.
My heart surgeon.
Connell was inspired to write this story by his father-in-law’s successful heart valve operation, which was originally misdiagnosed in another hospital. See more of his literary mishaps at paragraphplanet and home.wtd-magazine.com.