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Destroying the masterpiece that consumed my mind *NEW*
He looked at me in the room through the window. I pressed on the piano keys lightly then let my fingers weigh them down. I knew he was looking, but I couldn't meet his eyes with mine yet. He always...
Posted by HARLEE PARKER on Mon, 12 May 2008 05:44:00 PST
JAMISONPARKER...Okay not really. *best day of my life*
(ILL MAKE THIS AS SHORT AS POSSIBLE!)As probably most of you know, I am a HUGE JamisonParker fan. (always have been always will be) And sadly, while they were still together I never got to see them li...
Posted by HARLEE PARKER on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 05:30:00 PST
Suicide note from the only mistake he made Feedback please.
I bit the tip of my pen, tightly. Steady now, I warned myself, looking over the edge. It was a long jump, wasn't it? My eyes were so full...I never thought id have to run from the monster. I always d...
Posted by HARLEE PARKER on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 10:49:00 PST
THE LAST CHAPTER
It was the last night; the very last night of tour. I played with the lighted buttons in the elevator and watched me rise to level 34. Each light reminded me of the monster; the way he was quickly tur...
Posted by HARLEE PARKER on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 03:09:00 PST
Sexual i guess. Read. Feeback ETC.
I watched his eyes scan the room, and god did those bright eyes of green flicker in the light. I could tell he was trying to absorb, absorb every single thing about this moment. My fingers graced his ...
Posted by HARLEE PARKER on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 12:36:00 PST
Continuation of below. FEEDBACK
I stared at my palms in that hotel room, night after night after night. I traced the spots of my body he had touched. My fingers seemed to go haywire on the thought that he'd pressed his tips all over...
Posted by HARLEE PARKER on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 02:28:00 PST
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"oh my god" I looked at him, sitting there, palms cupping his wonderfully made up face. His eyes, swollen and red, looked up at me for just one second, but that one second was enough to kill. Embellis...
Posted by HARLEE PARKER on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 01:08:00 PST
Part II of the story belowww
Biting my lip and wanting to freak out and run back to that Starbucks to relive the moment and elapse in his arms, I sat and played with the window nozzle in the back seat of that jet black car. I wan...
Posted by HARLEE PARKER on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 04:48:00 PST
the start of something...idk. READ
So there we were in that tiny little Starbucks in the dead center of the sinful city, his eyes looking down ocassionally, I could tell he was nervous. I guessed he didnt get out much by the way he sta...
Posted by HARLEE PARKER on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 08:39:00 PST
In occassion of real events & false I love yous.
Part IYou can't prevent the fire you light yourself.Hotel door slams and the TV hits mute.Bodies hit the floor like a massacre, heat on heat, fingers on places we don't speak.Oh the beautiful imagery ...
Posted by HARLEE PARKER on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 01:42:00 PST
