10 Works by dollface
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He hands over her drink with a wink and an infectious smile. A soft blush blossoms across her cheeks as she tucks her hair behind her ear, accepting the beverage. She turns and sits down at a booth, reading the few words he penned and glancing back over at him, an eyebrow raised.
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She was all he really needed.
It had been clear to him since the day the
met and set in stone the day he asked her out.Mornings were never boring anymore; none were ordinary.
Not when he woke to her face pressed against the
pillow, mouth ajar – maybe a little bit of
drool in the corner – and hands and forearms under it.“I can’t feel my arms,” she would complain
as he took her hands and
helped shake blood into her veins.“I know love.” He would
smirk back, a soft slap
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Deep breath in,
Deep breath out.Shuddering, shaking, screaming.
Head spinning in circles.Numb;
The whole world passing him by.- Language:
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“Why won’t you just get in?” He stared at Hayley
as the water rushing through the tap beckoned to him,
its watery tendrils waiting to wrap themselves
in its embrace.Hayley, stubborn as anything,
crossed her arms. “It’s too hot.”- Language:
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“Oliver, is that you? I miss you, Oliver, I really do. When are you coming home? I made us dinner tonight – your favourite, roast vegetables and lamb. I didn’t burn anything so we don’t have to order takeaway.”
“Come on, Oli, come home. Please. For me. I need to tell you about my day; it’s incredibly interesting. I would tell you now, but that defeats the purpose. Oliver, the potatoes are going cold. I just ate one. Hurry up, please.”
“Oliver, where are you – no, don’t answer that. That’s – argh! Oliver. Get your sorry butt home now. Oliver! Oliver!”
“Oli… I love you. Please return to me.”
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"Come out to the garden, Hayley. The roses are blooming."
Oliver put his arm around his wife after the substantial amount of time it took her to waddle out to the front yard.
"They're beautiful," she breathed, carefully leaning down to finger the frail petals and inhale the musky scent. "A few more days and they'll be ready to pick."
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Hayley's in too deep. Deeper than she ever wanted to be.
She's spiraling; arms outstretched with fingers splayed, desperately trying to reach out, for someone to hear her.“Oliver,” the word escapes her lips, a single cry, “Oliver, please.”
Her hands scrabble at the cement walls; nails leaving bright white marks on the grey.
Hayley never wanted this. Never in a million years.“Oliver, please.” She's shouting now, her voice echoing back to her, resonating in her brain. She is sick of her voice, she wants it to stop. “Oliver, get me out of here!”
Oliver doesn't reply though. Oliver doesn't know she exists.
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when the bough breaks,
the cradle will fall,
and down will come Hayley,
memory and all.- Language:
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oh
/əʊ/
used to express a range of emotions including surprise, anger, disappointment, or joy, or when reacting to a remark.My house feels big and empty without you in it. The lack of your presence has left me feeling cold, with an aching in my bones. It's not just my house either; it's the whole town. Baltimore isn't the same without you.
You're an ocean away, and while it's not much - just a simple plane trip - it's forever. We're both getting older and I'm not sure if you'll come back, and I don't have enough money to road trip around Australia - it's too big and I have no idea of where you're gone.
I don't know what to say now I've lost you.
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- Part 3 of Daydream
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sunday
/ˈsʌndeɪ,-di/
the day of the week before monday and following saturday, observed by christians as a day of rest and religious worship and (together with saturday) forming part of the weekend.God, you’re still so, so beautiful. So beautiful it hurts. I can trick myself, you know. That what’s happening is real. But then I wake up from my dream. My shoes are next to the bed, and I leave you, like you’re some cheap whore.
And then I come back again the next night. Your now – blonde hair obscures my vision at what’s assumed to be the best of times, and lucky for me at those times I don’t really want to see your face. You don’t care, so why should I?
But Jenna, I still don’t know what I’d say if I had you.
And that is a big problem.
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- Part 2 of Daydream
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daydream
/ˈdeɪdriːm/
a series of pleasant thoughts that distract one's attention from the present.I want you to be mine, but I wouldn’t know what to say to express this. I know that you’ll give me an awkward sideways hug and laughter will spill from your rosy lips. “I love ya too,” you’ll reply – you won’t read anything into it.
You’re a daydream, a fantasy, wishful thinking even. That’s why I’m sitting on your kitchen floor, not uttering a single word, in case it shatters the illusion I’m dreaming up.
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- Part 1 of Daydream