I Do "W-what are you wearing?!" Evan asked, a little confused by the 'lady' of this wedding's outfit choice. He loved Derek to death, but... a dress? He couldn't exactly comprehend this idea. He especially wasn't sure how Andrew would take to it, considering Derek had promised that he wouldn't wear anything more than a simple tuxedo.I Do2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Aren't I cute?" A giggling Derek asked. He spun in a circle, raising his arms above his head so Evan could get a full view of his wedding attire. It consisted of a snow white dress that trailed behind him in a train, a vintage veil covering his entire head, and pure black Converse high tops.
Going into a little more detail, the strapless dress sported various ruffles that puffed out in a Victorian style. They were made of lace, and followed through until they reached the train. Sequins covered the entirety of the dress. His veil also covered his face in layers, shrouding him sl
Just WaitShe sat at her small wooden table, sipping bitter coffee from her small porcelain mug. Why even own a two-person table if it only had one person to serve? She had even bought the two chairs that came with it...then again, she had expected the other chair to be filled. That didn't work out.Just Wait2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She loved him. She really loved him. As in, it wasn't just a crush. He was beautiful, inside and out, and amazing, and gentle. Almost perfect. But nothing's perfect.
He had been honest, told her that he couldn't handle a relationship at the moment. That he loved her. If only he could make 'them' work.
She sighed, stirring her coffee with a spoon for no particular reason but to figit. She was always thinking about him at this hour in the morning, and she certainly didn't know why. It was probably the empty chair. If only her thoughts would stop pestering, it gave her a headache, one that sometimes stayed all day.
Did he even care? Maybe he had made that all up, to make her feel better. Or to get her o
That Girl was MeThe girl with blood on her pillowThat Girl was Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because at night, her monsters won't leave her mind alone
So she tears
At the never healing scars
The girl with burn tracks down her face
Tears just weren't enough
They couldn't show the loss, the emotion
So, this was her way of showing her pain
The girl with wire sewn lips
Because the world showed her
Her pleading words will never change a thing
She has no power to help anyone, so why let her try
The girl that has blackened feet
Bruises from walking a million miles
Following closely behind someone
Only to realize they were a mirage in a twisted world
The girl with a bottle of pain killers in her shaking hands
Waiting to numb the pain
Looking for the final reason
To leave her private world of pain behind
The girl with a frown painted over her fake smile
Trying everything to make you see
That she's not all right&
1. But I Love Him"I love you," he says. I look at him through the hazy mist of tobacco. I rub the lit embers into my leg, making it flicker and evaporate. The perfectly horrible sting makes me flinch.1. But I Love Him2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Really?" I ask.
I roll my tongue in my mouth and keep my gaze on his blue eyes. "What do you want?"
"Ecstasy." His lips are on mine and I'm on autopilot. Suck. Nibble. Swirl tongue. Touch.
Ecstasy might mean sex for some couples but that isn't what he wants. That comes after. When he's so in love with life, he'll fuck anyone.
"Come on," he whines after I push him softly away. Softly, because if I push too hard, I might think I'm angry.
Angry that he's an asshole who doesn't really love me and angry that I'd even think that.Of course he loves me. But if my body feels angry, my head will, too. "You're rich. You can get some."
"My father's rich and he hasn't visited in ages."
"So you visit him." I rub the cigarette harder against my thigh, digging a hole and failing to
LoveHe told her he loved her when there was snow on the ground.Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their breath clouded in the air before them as they walked through the park, frost already settled on the immaculately tended flowers. They walked arm in arm, him for closeness more than warmth, her for warmth more than any kind of intimacy. When they reached it, she saw that her usual bench was damp, sparkling with the early morning ice. She rubbed a small space clear with the sleeve of her jacket and perched on the arm, fumbling for her lip balm with wool clad fingers. Before she could find it, however, Jake took her hands in both of his.
'Claire', he stood, so much taller than her, his cheeks flushed with cold and snow in his hair, 'I love you'.
Claire was grateful for the cold, thankful her gloves hid the fact that her palms were sweating. She opened her mouth to speak, and felt something warm trickle down her chin. She put a hand to her face and realised that her lips, already chapped beyond belief, had begun to bleed.