BS I challenged you the other day to write your story about Dave, and you in turn threw that challenge right back at me. Here's my response...lol Hope you all enjoy!
There are unspoken thoughts in his head tonight and as much as he tries to void them from his mind he cannot fight the urge to surrender to their sweet seductive calling. Each blink becomes more exaggerated letting the images slip into focus drifting ever so gently into a peaceful slumber. His breathing slows as he quietly watches from the distance and before long he smells the earthy wet scent of rain. The clouds now moving swiftly above his head darken the skies and the roll of thunder can be heard in the distance. Stretching one muscular arm out in front of him he feels the cool drops bounce upon the palm of his hand. He had always loved the rain, loved the way it mellowed his spirit and brought him to a place inside of himself where all things seemed to have purpose and meaning. Setting out on foot he begins his dreamy journey. To where? He has no clue. The rain falls in a steady smooth rhythm and he marvels at his shoes now soaked and stained with mud. He travels along the road now willing him to follow. Thunder now roaring, has him a bit concerned and the winds pick up making it more difficult to see, his once pleasant walk now feels more like danger.
James had been fighting an emotional war of the heart now for far too many years. His love for Laura was beyond anything he could have conjured up, but he told himself down through the years that he’d never push her. She had her reasons and James had tried to understand them, Laura just hadn’t been able to surrender to her feelings for him but he knew in time she would.
Across town, Laura gazed out her window letting her mind roam, and her heart pounded in her chest. She had loved James for as long as she could remember, and she was tired of pretending that she didn’t. Tonight she could not put James out of her head, hard as she tried to fight the feeling in the pit of her stomach she couldn’t fight the taunting ache to touch his skin, and to hear his voice. She closed her eyes and pulled her pillow close to her chest pulling her knees up tight, longing for sleep to save her. The sounds of thunder were distant but she could feel the rumble low in her ears, one last shift of her hips and she drifted to sleep, rain now stung her cheeks as she found herself standing on the roadside, puddles were about her feet and the echo of their landing played a soft melody. The sky was dark and she knew she needed to find refuge from the storm that was brewing. Walking with a swift steady pace she spotted what appeared to be an abandoned barn. The house beside it had at one time seen happier times but now it lay in rubble. She began to run, her feet moving quickly beneath her. The barn grew closer in her view and she couldn’t wait to get out from under the violent sky. Lightening was crashing all around her the thunder so loud she felt it course through her body. This was going to be a bad storm and she was relieved to have found a safe haven from its wrath.
Anonymous Confessions & Rants
Mother Hen, how perfect. 
Don't wanna be drivin that sled blind!!!