Sorrow

@sorrore

99 Following

36 Followers

Sorrow pfp

Sometimes it's just better not to be seen. That's how Harry had always lived his life. He prided himself as being the fly on the wall and the fae that blended into the crowd. That's why he was so shocked that she noticed him.

0 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Sorrow pfp

Stranded. Yes, she was now the first person ever to land on Venus, but that was of little consequence. Her name would be read by millions in school as the first to land here, but that celebrity would never actually be seen by her. She looked at the control panel and knew there was nothing that would ever get it back into working order. She was the first and it was not clear this would also be her last.

0 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Sorrow pfp

There was something special about this little creature. Donna couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but she knew with all her heart that it was true. It wasn't a matter of if she was going to try and save it, but a matter of how she was going to save it. She went back to the car to get a blanket and when she returned the creature was gone.

0 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Sorrow pfp

Why do Americans have so many different types of towels? We have beach towels, hand towels, bath towels, dish towels, camping towels, quick-dry towels, and let’s not forget paper towels. Would 1 type of towel work for each of these things? Let’s take a beach towel. It can be used to dry your hands and body with no difficulty. A beach towel could be used to dry dishes. Just think how many dishes you could dry with one beach towel. I’ve used a beach towel with no adverse effects while camping. If you buy a thin beach towel it can dry quickly too. I’d probably cut up a beach towel to wipe down counters or for cleaning other items, but a full beach towel could be used too. Is having so many types of towels an extravagant luxury that Americans enjoy or is it necessary? I’d say it's overkill and we could cut down on the many types of towels that manufacturers deem necessary.

0 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Sorrow pfp

She's asked the question so many times that she barely listened to the answers anymore. The answers were always the same. Well, not exactly the same, but the same in a general sense. A more accurate description was the answers never surprised her. So, she asked for the 10,000th time, "What's your favorite animal?" But this time was different. When she heard the young boy's answer, she wondered if she had heard him correctly.

0 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Sorrow pfp

The choice was red, green, or blue. It didn't seem like an important choice when he was making it, but it was a choice nonetheless. Had he known the consequences at that time, he would likely have considered the choice a bit longer. In the end, he didn't and ended up choosing blue.

0 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Sorrow pfp

The paper was blank. It shouldn't have been. There should have been writing on the paper, at least a paragraph if not more. The fact that the writing wasn't there was frustrating. Actually, it was even more than frustrating. It was downright distressing.

0 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Sorrow pfp

“Ingredients for life,” said the backside of the truck. They mean food, but really food is only 1 ingredient of life. Life has so many more ingredients such as pain, happiness, laughter, joy, tears, and smiles. Life also has hard work, easy play, sleepless nights, and sunbathing by the ocean. Love, hatred, envy, self-assurance, and fear could be just down aisle 3 ready to be bought when needed. How I wish I could pull ingredients like these off shelves in a store.

0 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Sorrow pfp

Brock would have never dared to do it on his own he thought to himself. That is why Kenneth and he had become such good friends. Kenneth forced Brock out of his comfort zone and made him try new things he'd never imagine doing otherwise. Up to this point, this had been a good thing. It had expanded Brock's experiences and given him a new appreciation for life. Now that both of them were in the back of a police car, all Brock could think was that he would have never dared do it except for the influence of Kenneth.

0 reply

0 recast

2 reactions

Sorrow pfp

It was a scrape that he hardly noticed. Sure, there was a bit of blood but it was minor compared to most of the other cuts and bruises he acquired on his adventures. There was no way he could know that the rock that produced the cut had alien genetic material on it that was now racing through his bloodstream. He felt perfectly normal and continued his adventure with no knowledge of what was about to happen to him.

0 reply

0 recast

5 reactions

Sorrow pfp

vFrank knew there was a correct time and place to reveal his secret and this wasn't it. The issue was that the secret might be revealed despite his best attempt to keep it from coming out. At this point, it was out of his control and completely dependant on those around him who also knew the secret. They wouldn't purposely reveal it, or at least he believed that, but they could easily inadvertently expose it. It was going to be a long hour as he nervously eyed everyone around the table hoping they would keep their mouths shut.

0 reply

0 recast

8 reactions

Sorrow pfp

A well-written poem inspires.

0 reply

0 recast

8 reactions

Sorrow pfp

The shoes had been there for as long as anyone could remember. In fact, it was difficult for anyone to come up with a date they had first appeared. It had seemed they'd always been there and yet they seemed so out of place. Why nobody had removed them was a question that had been asked time and again, but while they all thought it, nobody had ever found the energy to actually do it. So, the shoes remained on the steps, out of place in one sense, but perfectly normal in another.

0 reply

2 recasts

6 reactions

Sorrow pfp

The sudden downpour drenched the streets, but the locals, unfazed, continued their daily routines with umbrellas in hand and smiles on their faces.

0 reply

0 recast

6 reactions

Sorrow pfp

The scent of pine trees filled the crisp air as the group trekked deeper into the forest, their footsteps crunching over fallen leaves.

0 reply

0 recast

8 reactions

Sorrow pfp

0 reply

0 recast

9 reactions

Sorrow pfp

The sound of honking cars and distant sirens blended into a unique symphony, embodying the vibrant pulse of city life that never truly sleeps.

0 reply

1 recast

9 reactions

Sorrow pfp

Love is the way someone remembers the little things about you, like how you take your coffee or the sound of your laugh in a crowded room.

0 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Sorrow pfp

Barefoot, they wandered across the soft sand, feeling the warmth beneath their feet as seagulls swooped overhead in search of a meal.

0 reply

0 recast

7 reactions

Sorrow pfp

Standing at the edge of the cliff, she could feel the raw power of the ocean below, its waves crashing against the rocks in a relentless, yet mesmerizing dance.

0 reply

0 recast

8 reactions