Latest posts tagged with #ached on Bluesky
The question repeated itself
way past incessantly
with percussion regularity
My head #ached so badly
deafness was a real possibility
like a heavy metal roadie
with blood gushing from his ears
who could not hear the query
Why was he here?
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Daddy tickled her and tickled her until she squealed with laughter. Then he got on all fours and shouted, the fox is going to catch you. He chased her round the room until her sides #ached with laughter. Sally loved it when Daddy came home #vss365
The theatre bowed and #ached, outlasting them all. The bulbs—of course—did not. Swan's firm (Charing Cross Road) printed Beardsley in The Yellow Book—by electric light, which was fitting, given that Swan had lit the stage. Arthur insisted on the connections. Arthur insisted on most things.
#vss365
It fluttered in the breeze, feeling tattered and torn, though no damage was outwardly visible.
Its soul #ached with the tarnish that had been etched upon its stripes and stars.
Rain came but did not cleanse. Only courage and moral clarity could do that. #vss365
Jeremiah crawled his lander towards Findral, that bastion of #pale blue spires. As he approached, his mouth gaped. The spiraling towers had been destroyed.
His heart #ached. He knew if Findral had fallen, the other cities were gone as well.
And where was Poydras? Where was his son?
##vss365
It wasn’t just a house. It was where she grew up. She stood in the doorway of her childhood bedroom, and the emptiness #ached. #vss365
#vss365 3-digits #ached as they healed, carved into his chest. They were a constant reminder of those watching over him. A death sentence to some, was an invitation to others. But could he make it a badge of honour?
First, they won your trust. Then they turned your secrets against you. ...
The sun hid below treetops opposite the lake, still water waiting in anticipation. A mourning dove's soft song floated like fog, taking its shift as the loons retired. Then dual sunrises exploded in sky and water, so #beautiful I #ached.
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Lis, Jay & Fred stared at the #pale gleaming skeletons heaped in the dank cellar of the long departed murderer. What made it even worse was when they spoke.
‘Our #bones have #ached for so long. Please help.’
