Elle and Mias: Chapter 7The sun approached the center of the sky as Mias and his steed came over the hill. The horse walked at any easy pace so as not to strain his rider. Mias was holding his left arm to his chest while mumbling an enchantment. He had underestimated his opponent this time, but thankfully suffered nothing worse than a dislocated shoulder. He'd already forced the joint back into place and was casting a healing spell to numb the pain and speed the recovery. Such injuries were annoying, just like the one who caused them.Elle and Mias: Chapter 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He finished the incantation and slowly stretched his arm. There was no pain. He grinned in victory over the wound and grabbed both the reigns. "Let's pick up the pace."
The horse whinnied and obeyed, breaking into a fast trot and then a gallop as he raced the wind back the estate.
Elle had completely forgotten about the time while chatting in the gardens with Abernos. They sat on a stone bench and talked about more cheerful things. To her delight, Ab
Elle and Mias: Chapter 6Elle awoke just before dawn. She had rolled onto her stomach in the night and had her limbs sprawled every which way on the bed. With Mias provided more than adequate warmth, the covers were pushed to the edge of the bed. Yet Elle now felt strangely cold. She tilted her head up and noticed her smock was on the floor with the rest of the clothes Abernos had given her. She then glanced at Mias who had his head nestled against the arch of her back.Elle and Mias: Chapter 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Filthy bastard," she said in a rough voice. Her throat and chest still ached, but at least her fever was gone.
She cautiously pulled herself out of bed, not wanting to wake Mias. His head dropped onto the mattress and thankfully didn't disturb him. Heaving a silent sigh of relief, Elle swung her legs over the bed and yawned. She rubbed her eyes and scratched her hair while she looked down at the floor. She noticed Mias' trousers had also mysteriously appeared on the floor.
Elle glared back at him, willing her anger to give him nightmares. He t
five twenty two'explore me'five twenty two4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you said, and so i did. i weaved my way through the hurt and the happiness that nestles itself into your mind, i watched your memories and cried because they were more real than anything i think i have ever known. i studied the patterns of your skin, the jutting of your rib cage when you would lay on your side and stare at me, the slight twitching of your mouth when i kissed your neck. i examined your bitten down fingernails, rough cuticles and the roots of your hair. the shape of your earlobes, the metronome of your breath while your slept. i saw you, breathed you, lived you.
every moment we ever shared, is now blurred into one single frame of bittersweet love and the the tears and the moans and the smiles that came with it. the holding of hands, the stroking of stomachs, the close heat of your body is now simply a small fragment of my mind that will not leave. yet somehow, when i watch you now, you are the same in every single way. your laugh still rings so familiarly in
Unexpected KissIt was unusually hot in Wonderland. Anyone would have been insane to drink hot tea in the hot sun wearing a jacket. Of course, Reginald was already insane and this was exactly what he did.Unexpected Kiss5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ears refused to be out in the heat with his fur so he had decided to stay home, hiding out in the cool basement, leaving Alice and Reginald to sweat in the sun.
"Reginald, are you okay?" Alice saw that the hatter seemed to be swaying and look as if he may fall asleep in his chair. However, considering the heat, he wasn't about to fall asleep.
He fell out of his seat hard, his hat rolling away. To anyone who may have been around, it looked as if he passed out.
Alice immediately panicked and ran to his side. She leaned down, dangerously close, and brushed the hair out of his face. Suddenly, she felt a set of arms wrap around her, pulling her down, and before she knew it, Reginald kissed her.
Alice's first instinct was to push away and stand. "I can't believe you tricked me!" She storm
The Red Silk Dress"Are you just about finished in there?" I shouted impatiently, my fingers drumming on my knee.The Red Silk Dress4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Alright, alright, give me two seconds." Maria called back to me, her sing-song voice laced with amusement. "So? What do you think?"
My eyes widened as she stepped out of the changing room, a smile on her pretty face. Despite the fact that I was sitting, we were almost at eye-level, Maria standing at her full height of 5 foot 5. Her petite body was wrapped tightly in red silk, showing off the delicateness of her figure. The hemline of the short dress stopped at her mid-thigh, her thin legs completely bare. Her hair had fallen from its usual bun, the white blond strands resting on her shoulders.
"That good, huh?" She whispered, placing a finger under my chin.
"Mhmm." I managed, my voice caught in the back of my throat. Her blue eyes twinkled with unheard laughter, her hand moving to stroke the side of my face.
"I never thought you were the type to get flustered, James." Maria joked, smirking a
Who Gave My Innocence Rabies?(and if I begged you, would it make this any less important?)Who Gave My Innocence Rabies?4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Give it to me straight, shoot it from the hip.
and you're running through the fairgrounds with candied-apple stuck in your teeth. A silly, little child nibbling cotton-candy, entirely unaware. have they forgotten to tell you?
it's poison. (sweetness wound from fiberglass) fluffy acid clouds, and they may taste like rainy
Elle and Mias: Chapter 8To Elle's surprise, Mias gave up trying to catch her after only a few minutes. She waited behind a discreet broom closet door for nearly fifteen minutes before she squeezed herself out from under the door, shook her furry little body free of dust, and scurried over to the front door. She didn't care what form she escaped in, she simply wanted out. Once again she tried to push herself out under the door, but the front doors fit too well against the frame work to make a crack big enough for even a mouse to slip through.Elle and Mias: Chapter 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ever the optimist, Elle ran through the entry to the back corridors and into the dining room. She remembered seeing a large balcony off the back wall. Perhaps the doors that opened up to it would be easy to get through.
She felt out of breath running a rather short distance, but managed to reach the doors without stopping to take a break. Again she tried to squeeze herself under the door and this time too, was unsuccessful.
She plopped down on her behind and stared up at
Elle and Mias: Chapter 13Duncan walked calmly through the forest with his arms folded behind his back. He was used to the night and stepped confidentially towards Mias' mansion. He had no clue as to what he was looking for, but if he came back empty handed, he'd be subjected to punishment from Elias.Elle and Mias: Chapter 134 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He spied the estate in the distance and thought it odd for all the windows to be dark at this hour. A large crow swooped down from the roof and cawed as he flew over Duncan's head. In all his years serving the Dormaeus, there was no mistaking the elegant way such a dark bird rode the wind.
"Here are your meals!" A well endowed waitress said cheerily as she placed the plates on the table for Elle and Abernos. The two had finally made it to the small farming village and their first stop was the local pub and inn for some food and hopefully a bed to sleep in. The atmosphere in the whole community was warm and inviting, so much so that Elle finally allowed herself to relax and get Mias off
the hand of the devilthe only thing worse than hate, is love forgotten.the hand of the devil4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
love shared so passionately, so beautifully - shared with hands twirling around one another like smoke, bodies curling around one another like vines. love shared under summer inferno, under empty skies and under white washed ceilings.
the love is forgotten. the details of each other's irises, the way their skin felt against yours, the sound of their breath rhythmic with the rise and fall of their chest next to you;
that will never be forgotten.
but the feeling will. the longing, the desire, the care - it will fade all too soon, into the one, deep ache that you will introduce yourself to in the dead of the night. and you will never let go of that because, really
it's all you have left.
we will force ourselves to believe that we have moved on; we will decorate our lives with the empty white walls of loneliness and pretend to enjoy it. we will catch eyes and brush fingers with them, and realise that we would still, after all of
Naming the Stars"What do you wanna do tonight?"Naming the Stars4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Let's name the stars."
"Hah, alright. What should we name them?"
"Nooo, we can't name them all the same thing. They're all unique; they all deserve their own name."
"So we're gonna name billions of stars?"
"No. There aren't billions of stars."
"What are you talking about? Of course there are."
"Baby, I'm talking about the stars in your eyes."
HazyI will die if he wakes up while I'm staring at him.Hazy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just a few minutes ago, I woke up in the dew drenched grass with grass blades all over my face and hair, no blanket or pillow. I stretch and yawn, then curl back and groggily open my eyes. It's then that I realized I had managed to not only roll away from my pillow and blanket, but I rolled closer to Oliver. I was practically in his face.
I scoot backwards to my stuff and hide under the blanket with shame. I can already feel my face turning bright red, but for what? No one saw me and its not like I was touching him. He didn't even see me. I peek from under the sheet and look over at him. He's not waking up. So he may have never even known I was right there. He never wakes up before me.
I wrap my body in the blanket and slide my hand under my head and push it up so I'm propped up in my elbow. When he's not irritating me by shouting, yelling, or teasing me about something, he actually looks... peaceful. I even see a slight smile
The Juice JointI feel naked!The Juice Joint4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
How can girls want to wear this out of the house? No, not just out of the house, at all?!
I stand in front of a floor length mirror that's mysteriously been put into my room. My legs are crossed, and my hands are behind my back holding a hat. I'm biting my lip as I continue to stare at the tiny swath of fabric my body is wrapped in.
I'm in a strapless red tiered dress the goes maybe an inch above my knees. I have the pearls around my neck and white gloves up to my elbows. I even have my charm bracelet on. My hair is irritating me because now I have locks in the front that don't fit back into the ribbon. They frame my face but I don't want hair in my face. I don't know what to do with this.
"What did I get myself into?" I groan.
What makes this even worse is that I actually think I look good. I feel so selfish and conceded, but I don't look half bad, but I hate feeling half naked. Why didn't we buy stockings? Tomorrow, we're going to that store- or any store for all
ArmsOne deep breath in, one deep breath out, and I'm fine and dandy.Arms4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My old mantra. I can handle this. I'm okay. I'm still alive. I did not die because he didn't show up. I figured we he wouldn't show up. I wanted him to come, but a part of me knew he wouldn't. I shouldn't be so hurt by this. I've been through much worse things in my life. Poverty, starvation, homelessness, death. A broken heart is nothing. I'm not going to cry. I'm not going to cry. I'm not, really. I am not going to cry. It's not worth it. Nope. I simply can't allow that. If I cry, I will breakdown, and if I breakdown, I will not be able to move one. And I have to move on. I have a life that doesn't revolve around... I can't even think his name right now without my eyes stinging. I have a family to worry about. I have a job to keep up with, which I now remember I have to go to in a few hours. I have to move on.
The elderly man is right. If he cared enough, he would have come. I've been out here nearly all d
Everytime We Touch"Jesus Christ! Where is it?! Where is it?!"Everytime We Touch4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I can't find it anywhere. He is going to kill me when he comes in here. His parents are going to kill me when they find out. I might kill myself for letting this happen! I just can't believe I lost it! I've been so careful. Never setting it haphazardly. Always checking that I had it on me. But somehow, today of all days, it's missing from my night stand.
"Woah, what happened in here?" Oliver's standing in our doorway, gaping.
And he's talking about the gigantic mess I've created. I've gone digging through all of the drawers in our dresser, dumping practically all of the clothes on the floor. I've torn the sheets from our bed, tossing the mattress aside, and I even checked under the bed itself. Plus the items in my art chest are spread out around the ground. It looks like a tornado hit our room.
I drop to my knees, "I'm sorry! I am so sorry, Oliver! I can't believe I let this happen!"
"It would be perfectly within you r
Loving to Hate LoveI love you with all the hate I can muster. Your beautiful face makes me sick. Within your intelligent eyes I see nothing but density. You have become so old fashioned in your ways that you are modern. Your soft hair is greasy with lies and your foul mouth rots with delicateness.Loving to Hate Love4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The natural pose which you fight to maintain reeks with pollution. The words you whisper in my ear are sweet nothings, so I know we both detest them.
You are my hated friend and most doted on enemy. I despise you too much to adore, but I adore you too much to despise.
Get It Right"What is this place, Annie?"Get It Right4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The Ritz, Molly. The Ritz."
The Russells and I are standing just past the entrance to the speakeasy I haven't visited in months. It's odd how it looks like things haven't changed much. I'm not use to the way it looks still since it's Sunday, which means Blues Night, but I still see a bunch of familiar faces. So far none of them have noticed me.
We're in a tight group, staring all around the room trying to take everything in. We look nothing like we did earlier. After I got home, I acted as though what just happened -me running from Oliver yet again and then overhearing him- never did happen. I told them I gave him our condolences but that's all I had time for since he was busy. I also told them I was planning on seeing him tomorrow. Despite that, Jane still insisted we go to he Ritz since we just spent a lot of money on the new clothes we won't most likely won't wear too often. So everyone scrubbed their skin raw and got dressed.
Molly looked downrigtht ad
portraiture of humanitythe sound of the shutter echos in the small room.portraiture of humanity4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"there's nothing like a smile," he says, "to show others that you're happy on your own."
he sits with his legs crossed at the ankle, his long pants the color of a summer midnight sky, his suit jacket matching, his hair the same, all a dense, buttery black, the word "noir" in french with the scent of expresso, the caress of the tongue, the shimmer of sexuality beneath the thick opacity.
his skin is pale, with obvious veins showing blue-grey in his hands. the smoke of his cigarette is desperate, coming off of him in clouds.
"you'd think it's hard to be an asshole," he says sweetly. he flicks ash from the end of his cigarette.
"but it's not."
i adjust the lighting. he adjusts his position in the armchair. we square off, looking each other in the eyes, keeping a wary respect tucked in the corners of our mouths. along with that, in the soft crinkle of that mouth, he has a laugh, a curse word, a fuck-off. in
color theory12:03 a.m.color theory4 years ago in Letters More Like This
i can't sleep, breathe, or eat.
this is called amnesia, or a cleverly placed metaphor. my mind is the memory palace of a cannibal; the scent of freesia and nile lilies wash down the crystal staircases along with visions i pull out of desk drawers of small girls pinching bloodied noses.
in this memory palace, i can lift the toilet and find perfumed, flower-pressed paper towels or the photos from a wedding. the bookcases hold my palahniuk novels and esthesis of a cat being skinned alive. in the underwear drawer, you'll see stockings and apparitions of vomiting.
don't worry, i'm not alone.
she slips through a window, trailing the scent of lip-balm. peppermint. her eyes, her voice-- it is something distant, there are blue fir trees and climbing ranges of gray, snow-peaked mountains in her heritage. her hands are long, blue with veins. there is a long necklace draped over her, made of peacock feathers, a shifting green-gold rainbow over where her heart should be.
"a local c
Imagination of a ChildI remember whispering things to my stuffed animal white tiger when I was a little girl. It had this dull expression and big round eyes that made him look angry so I always treated him special in hopes to appease him and make him more loveable. I truly thought he had a spirit. I thought he was alive. I wasn't very original so I just called him 'Tiger' but I both loved it and was completely scared of him. He was the biggest stuffed animal I had - probably the same size as me when I was ten years old. Somehow, parts of his tail kept getting flattened and once there was a hole ripped in it. It was horrible. I fixed it immediately, saying gentle words to him because I was afraid that if I went to sleep with him in that condition, he would be angry and violent towards me. During the day, I put him on my bed so that he would be comfortable and during the night, he slept on the floor 'protecting' me.Imagination of a Child4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
He was a Valentine's gift to me from the boy I liked. Sometimes, I would tell the tiger to sen
Harry's Odyssey - Prologue IIIHarry's Odyssey - Prologue III4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Life palpitated everywhere. Excited smiles in rosed faces ran around the room, whispering from ear to ear that someone was going "home" today.
As Sister Mary-Lucile entered the room busting with energy, all the kids stopped combing each other's hair or tying each other's ties and bows and quickly sat down, eagerly watching us.
I frowned, like a severe teacher would as he entered the classroom and ran my eyes by the little round faces that timidly examined me back.
-This is Sir LeGrenon. He wishes to take one of you home for .. Three months.
The last part of the phrase made the children tilt their heads. Whispering things to each other until a small boy sulked out loud.
- Only three months?
-Yes. Three months, - I answered, nodding as locking my hands behind my back. That way, the child that I'll take will see if he or she likes me and my home or not.
I didn't want the infants to feel bad about that fat psychologist's experiment. And besides! That argument seemed to hav
shredding starsThere was a girl who shredded stars.shredding stars6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She plucked them like fruits, frayed them like fiber, and strung them out like Christmas lights across her loom. She only worked by night because even the softest of sunlight rendered the starthreads invisible, so fine you couldnt even feel them. And when the sun went down, she wove those threads into cloth like silk.
They left scars and calluses across her fingers as they flickered and danced and burned. Her hands were a rough patchwork of criss-crossed fire kisses, but they were as sure as ever when she took her silver silk from the loom and began to embroider it with moonshadow.
It took her seven days to weave her robe of stars, and every day the milky light grew a little paler. The stars began to fade while she kept them in the darkness of the cellar, because the suns warmth still permeated. They were unused to small spaces and they were unsure about burning so close to each other and they ached to stretch their auras out into flarin
Pinky Promise "Pinky promise?"Pinky Promise4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They link pinky fingers. Then one went to touch thumbs and the other one went to bite her thumb. The end result was his thumb on her nose.
Giggling "what are you doing?"
"Apparently petting your nose," he starts to move his thumb in a circular motion on the tip of her nose, "what were you trying to do?"
"Bite my thumb to finish the pinky promise."
"I've never heard of that. I touch thumbs."
"To complete the promise and it's supposed to symbolize an unbreakable vow since circles are typically harder to break. Why would you bite your thumb?"
"That's the way I was taught." She thinks a bit further causing