I Found Your Lips In The DarkI Found Your Lips In The Dark11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Good things come to those that wait."
A night full of smiles.
I can't look at you without getting weak in the knees.
Grasping onto my hand.
Running your fingers slowly across my palm.
Deep conversations about nothing.
Making me giggle.
Being so completely comfortable after a few drinks.
Poking your belly.
My leg touching yours as we sat next to each other on the couch.
We're at the peak of our innocence and something's bound to happen.
I tell you I have no talent.
You share a story.
I share my praise.
Sharing a drink.
Lingering over the thought that your lips touched my straw.
Would those lips meet mine anytime soon?
The songs played on.
I wanted nothing more than to imitate a feline.
Pounce on my prey.
Devour it whole.
You gave me:
A kiss on the hand.
A kiss on the forehead.
A kiss on the cheek.
Nothing would suffice.
Staring into your eyes and seeing the way you look at me.
Like I'm something amazing.
"Kiss me you fool" would have been innap
A Key PointHello. I'm your left shift key. You know, on your keyboard? I think it's time we had a little chat.A Key Point3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
See, I think I have things better than some others I know. Like my friends P, A, I, and N you know those keys? - well, they've been feeling used. Whenever you open up Microsoft Word, they just start groaning because they feel your poetry coming. Me, though, I guess I'm just feeling ignored. Unappreciated. You know the feeling? I know you do. I saw that poem about your family. Tough stuff, right there. I feel you, I really do.
I know you feel all deep without me. Like the restraints I put upon you shackle your inner poet. I'm not uncool. Believe me, I am down with the youngsters. And I know the time it takes to capitalize could cause your conversation about your English teacher to Tanya to drag. I am the most understanding key on your keyboard, believe me. Not like Insert. Believe me, that guy's a total asshole. But I just think you really haven't considered all the dynamics
Pale Fingered LiarsI see you there, just sitting there, shy beneath your blue eyed stare. I feel I know that ginger hair, that blue eyed stare, just sitting there. But you are lost, without a care for a forgotten child you once called fair. Perhaps one day I shall meet you there, upon the stair, with no one there but your blue eyed stare.Pale Fingered Liars3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And yet in that other photograph stand those in bowties, such tender lies. Such delicate lies of a family shrouded in disguise. No blue eyes come with those silken ties. Lies, just lies, like flies which fester upon a rotting carcass - a carcass of a home's demise.
Perhaps one day I shall meet you there, upon the stair, with no one there. I hope one day your blue eyed glare will melt into that dust-kissed stare, and I shall touch your ginger hair, with no one there, upon the stair.
One day, father, I won't care.
Plain and Simple"I've been racking my brain, and I just can't figure it out."Plain and Simple3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Figure what out?"
"Why you love me."
I love you because it's as natural as breathing to me. The way you laugh, the way you smile... it's like my sunshine. Your voice, the way you hold my hand; it reminds me why I get out of bed every morning. All your insecurities and your doubts, they're nothing compared to what you can accomplish. You're everything perfect and unique. You're the most amazing person I know, simply...
"Because you're you."
your warmthyou stood in the doorway, damp orange light falling across your skin, black hoodie falling from your shoulders gently, hair a mess - and you were all but perfect. you stood, leaning against the door frame a little too drunk, and smiled at me. it was that kind of smile that i knew meant more than it should have, the one i have seen too many times since - the kind of smile that meant something. i'd like to tell myself it meant the world - that when, for the first time in a year, our eyes met and you told me something that wasn't a lie - the stars had aligned or the universe corrected itself - but i know that's not true.your warmth3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we kissed that night, the alley way beside your house. you ran your hand along my legs, along my ripped tights, and i could feel your heartbeat under the sleeve of the shirt i had always loved. you stared at me, face relaxed, and told me that you had wanted that for a year.
sometimes, i think i have too.
my heart didn't explode though, and my knees didn't shudder undernea
1. Mias the savior"Look Mum, I've told you once and I'll tell you again! I am NOT going to let you set me up with one of your colleages sons! The last one didn't even bother to remember my name!"1. Mias the savior3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle Bloom wasn't too happy to be speaking to her mother on her way back to the cesspit that was called "home".
"And you don't even bother to give them a chance Mirelle! If you weren't so stubborn you'd be happier and never of had your heart broken by that two-timing-"
Elle snapped her mobile shut with a mixture of annoyance and rage.
Her mother was so atrocious and arragont that it was impossible to tell that they were mother and daughter.
They didn't even look related.
Elle had long, soft, honey blond hair with crystal blue eyes while her mother's was short, spikey and flame red with different coloured eye contacts almost everyday.
Elle had enough on her mind without her mother pestering and reminding her off her heartless ex-boyfriend who had cheated on her with not one but two other women. She had
Elle and Mias: Chapter 12"Lord Elias, I must insist that you cease this," Duncan said while watching his master practice his knife handling techniques on a most unfortunate tree. "Your wound may reopen "Elle and Mias: Chapter 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elias paid no attention to Duncan's warnings. He whittled away at the tree trunk until the boughs couldn't take it anymore. The trunk snapped and fell to the ground, defeated. Elias grinned while panting heavily, the bandages wrapped around his abdomen slowly turning red across his gut. He grit his teeth in pain and fell over, holding his injured stomach.
"Lord Elias," Duncan knelt at his side and moved Elias' hands to tend to him. "Please sir, there's no need to force yourself."
"He's not dead! I can feel it! I failed to kill that bastard!" Elias panted as his dark eyes stared into the deep abyss of Duncan's. "I won't rest until I've burnt and pissed on his corpse!"
"Yes sir, but if I may speak honestly, you have no hope of killing him if you're half dead yourself."
"Don't mock me you blood sucker!"
all the starshello, my name is rachel and i'm lost.all the stars3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i'm fighting for a lost cause, for what i don't understand, striving for a success that leads nowhere, pushing through each day only for the nights when i remember how to breathe. i'm struggling to sleep, but dying to escape. i create universes in my head in which everything is okay, and i am not afraid and my hands don't shake and other people are the ones with problems -
but i'm slowly realising that everyone has problems.
i bleed words that mean nothing, and spill colours when there are no words. i have a thousand reasons to be happy, but don't understand one of them. i have a thousand people to trust, but hurt all of them. i drink when i'm alone because blocking out reality seems easier than accepting it. i am always the strong one - a fiery ball of passion, filled with every form of fear, doubt and regret in the world. i am the one everyone leans on, i am the strong shouldered, head high, don't give a fuck girl - and i am everythin
2. Love"Would you like to know how I know that you love me?"2. Love3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The question was a little off hand, a little unexpected and a lot intriguing.
She lifted up her eyes to meet his, tilting her head slightly to the right and replying with a quiet, "how?"
"You know exactly how I like my coffee and you make a point to get up every morning and make it just right for me before I leave for work, even though you go back to sleep immediately after."
A soft smile spread across her lips as she listened to his words. His bright eyes looked into hers as he gently held her hands in his.
"You know that I like the room cold, just so I can use more blankets at night, and you never complain about it. In fact, you've set our bed up to keep us equally warm and comfortable."
They both laughed quietly to themselves, before he turned his eyes away, looking up to their fireplace.
"You take care of the things that are important to me, even if you may think they're incredibly stupid."
She followed his eyes to the framed ti
The Teller of FairytalesSometimes I wonder if he was born on the day the titanic sank. Other days, he's been here longer than the pyramids themselves. He tells me stories about a world I can't even imagine. A world where a poetic smile means something. A world where night is velvet black with diamond like stars spread across it. A world where one can find adventure and happiness.The Teller of Fairytales4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I always listen in awe and wonder how such things can even be when rape, murder, unhappiness and sacrifice plague mine.
His stories are always dauntingly beautiful. Sometimes when he's hurt, he'll tell me about the princesses he has saved. They always end so poignantly. They get taken away to their castles to live with men who convince them they have saved them.
How can they leave someone who only wishes for them to be free?
His voice is so unfathomable it almost sounds unearthly. But his words have so much meaning, so much truth in them, that the depths of his voice can only come from wisdom. It's the only voice
i don't want you to talk"you're being stupid, you know."i don't want you to talk4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"yeah? and why is that?"
"you're letting him go. that's stupid."
"i thought you didn't like him, robby."
"i don't...but you always have. every text i've ever gotten, every three-hour phone call...they've been for him, about him. you were obsessed with describing his lemon-lime chapstick, his vanilla cologne, the curly-q strands of his bangs. you were heels-over-elbows obsessed, lor. so what changed?"
"...i woke up."
"to a sunrise illuminated by your smile. you've always been here for me, robby. you've listened to my laugh and you've let me cry. i woke up to your texts on my phone, your good-morning messages. i went to bed with your wishes for beautiful dreams and your face haunting the backs of my eyelids. yeah, i was obsessed with him...but he never cared the way you always have."
"i...i don't know what to say."
Elle and Mias: Chapter 5Elle was amazed how fast her legs were still willing to carry her. Her lungs once again were on fire as she ran without controlling her breathing. She ran in a nearly straight line, every once in a while having to weave around a tree or jump over a bush. She contemplated stopping and hiding, knowing very well Mias would catch her if the brothers were unsuccessful in detouring him. For as much faith as she placed in them, she wasn't about to underestimate Mias' abilities.Elle and Mias: Chapter 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She slowed her pace as she scoured the trees for one that looked easy enough to climb and hide herself in. She was grateful the clothes Abernos had given her blended in well with the foliage. She finally spied a tree with a low lying branch and she latched onto it, walking her legs up the trunk until she could wrap them over another branch and pull herself up. She climbed up a few yards, enough to be out of sight, but enough to keep in sight what was on the forest floor.
She didn't need to wait long to hear the thunder
Elle and Mias: Chapter 20Elle's fingers slowly turned her teacup around in her hands that afternoon as she watched the horses in the pasture. The owners of the estate, a middle aged couple who bred and trained horses as a full time hobby, offered them lunch on the veranda, which Mias and Elle gratefully accepted.Elle and Mias: Chapter 203 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ares had been unhitched from the coach and allowed into the pasture with the other horses, but his sights remained focus on the white mare he had been introduced to earlier. He trotted behind her, whinnying and trying to catch her attention, but the mare never once replied and simply kept putting distance between them.
"She doesn't seem to care for him at all," Elle commented.
"The owners told me she was a difficult filly to break," Mias said before chewing on a bit of bread.
"Maybe she just doesn't like the idea of being forcibly paired with a mate she barely knows," Elle suggested, her tone hinting at the parallels between the horse and herself.
Mias looked at her for a moment before chuckling, "I s
Speechless The lives of two young girls rested in Jonathan's hands. Whether they lived or died was all up to the next words that he said. He had always known that this day would come; he'd had nightmares about it almost every night for the past few months. The law, which proclaimed that every man must act as Judge in court on the day of his 18th birthday, had dragged at Jonathan's mind and heart, filling him with dread.Speechless3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a way, he was a tad relieved that the 9th of April had come so quickly, because now he would no longer feel the panic of the impending trial but, at the same time, he was horrified. This day would surely haunt him for life.
Jonathan sat in a stone chair, carved into the stone of a pedestal that rose high above the court which was literally held in a courtyard. From his perch, he surveyed the people who had gathered below him on the mottled, grey cobblestone. On Jonathan's left were several palace guards, staring
Internet Etiquette: Lesson 1Internet Etiquette: Lesson 13 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
LESSON 1: BE RESPECTFUL
It is necessary to begin the series of internet etiquette with learning to be respectful, because if you can master this basic step, you won't have any trouble with the others. Being respectful on the internet is just as important as being respectful in real life. However, it is considerably harder to respect others on the internet due to the fact that you aren't engaging in actual conversation, and because there are no instantaneous, direct consequences to what you do or say. Respect, as it pertains to a community like deviantART, can be shown in two basic ways: 1) by what you say to others, and 2) by the kind of work you make and feature. Both areas of deviantART interaction will be broken into two parts and briefly discussed.
PART ONE: SPEAK POLITELY
Humans are designed for face-to-face social contact; anything else just isn't the same. People tend to be much more crass,
Single's Dating AdviceI am baffled by the expectations women of youth have on dating in this day and age. Take advice from me who over the past four years has had eleven "boyfriends" IT ISN"T WORTH YOUR TIME.Single's Dating Advice3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Besides there are others, many others, than just me who want you to hear this out.
Also with rape and sexual abuse in young couple on the rise, teenage pregnancy shooting through the roof and depression after breakups I don't see how one would ever think this to be appealing. Of course I am one to talk, having that fairy tale belief that I'd find a man who'd love me forever when I had barely stood straight in high school.
I am here to reach out and give advice to single women ages 13-20 on why dating is a good thing but don't go overboard with it.
1.) You WILL NOT find the "perfect" man on the first date.
Explanation: Trust me, those miracle stories about people being high school sweethearts and marrying most likely happened after they broke up. Life does get in the way; priorities have to come in orde
Candles"I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you... Oliver, I am in love with you. Do you love me?...ugh! No, you don't."Candles3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up an hour ago, at my typical time, somehow in the same position as yesterday morning, nearly in his face, but closer because I could feel his breath in my own face. For a while, I tried to fall back asleep so he'd wake up to me right there. But I fail to do so, so I go back to my pillow and begin talking to myself, but really him. Part of me wants him to wake up in the middle of my ramblings, but I'm also sure I will die on the spot if he does.
"I love you," I say simply, tasting the words in my mouth. Then I try to say the same thing, only with different inflections to test which sounds best. "I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you... Oliver Hastings, I am madly in love with you. I think you're in love with me...ugh
Dollface"Ad-ler," calls my boss from th back room, just as I'm pushing open the front door to leave.Dollface4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dear Lord, what does she want now? It's time for our lunch break. "Yes, ma'am?" I lead the kids and the dog to stand outside and rush back inside to see what she wants. "Is there something you wanted?"
"Well, of course. Why else would I call you in here?"
To push my buttons. My boss is a thick woman with prematurely graying hair who complains about everything I do. And just me. I'm glad she doesn't ride Jimmy about any little mistakes, but I wish she would let off on me. If I fold something wrong, she goes off on a rant for half an hour, sometimes causing us to be late, and deducting us of our pay.
"Okay. What do you need me to do?"
"Your job!" she snaps. She looks at me hard, as if expecting me to snap back, but I never do because it could cost me the job. So she continues. "I have a delivery for you to make. It's a rush order because the client just called in to bring it over immediately."
My RealityI've lost everything.My Reality4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When most people say that during this time, they just mean they lost all of their money, savings, house, property and any other material things. Things that don't really matter, or at least to me they don't. Nine times out of ten, they still have a lot compared to me. When I say I've lost everything, I'm not being hyperbolic. I have no family, no friends, no home, no money, no anything really. Besides my life of course. But that's pretty much it.
I lost my mother about four years ago after she fell ill one day. I was never told what disease or virus took her from me because she didn't want to scare me. At the time I was thirteen. We were gardening in the back yard in her flower patch. How she loved gardening, and I loved spending time with her. It was the perfect day outside, the sun shining, the breeze easy. And I was instructed to fetch the watering can from the front yard, but by the time I returned, she was out cold on the ground. I immediately call
i quit making wishes for you"charlie?"i quit making wishes for you4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"do you ever make wishes like a normal girl?"
"what do you mean?"
"i mean...do you ever fling your wishes to the stars, stop the clock on repeated numbers, pluck your eyelashes out with numb fingers...that sort of thing?"
"you think it's normal to be so obsessed with happy endings that scientists had to create an eyelash-growing formula for the world's love-struck teenage girls?"
"well...maybe. don't you?"
"no. i think the world forgot the point of making wishes years ago."
"oh. so what is the point?"
"it's knowing you're bound to be disappointed, because wishes go unheard and saying them out loud always causes problems. wishes are for the hopeless who need daily reminders of why they became hopeless in the first place."
"that's really depressing, you know that?"
"yes. and you want to know something?"
"i don't know...do i?"
"i stopped making wishes when i made kissing you a habit. your lips always taste
Elle and Mias: Chapter 1Elle felt her body being pulled swiftly through nothingness by an unseen force. Still unable to scream, the only sound she heard was her own heart beating wildly. A blast of air halted the pulling sensation and before she knew it, her bottom came to rest on something soft.Elle and Mias: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The veil of blackness lifted as her surrounding came into focus. She looked down to find herself seated on the edge of a king sized mattress complete with a four post bed frame, canopy, and matching curtains. Several large pillows lay in front of the headboard and gladly welcomed Elle's spinning head as she collapsed backward.
To the right side of the bed was a white marble table adorned with a decorative vase filled with fresh roses. She could tell they had only recently been picked from the sweet scent they wafted into the room. It was a welcoming and calming scent that soothed her jumbled mind.
To the left was a large window that let it bright starlight and moonlight alike. The sky itself was a velvety dark blue a
Elle and Mias: Chapter 10Elle was trembling as she watched the scene before her unfurl. She had no idea what to do. She believed Mias deserved a good wallop and a stint in prison, but not death. The uncharacteristic expression of pain and torment didn't suit the dark featured man at all.Elle and Mias: Chapter 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh God, please stop this," she said in a whisper. Mias' death would mean she'd be trapped in this world for the rest of her life. Even if she ran away, she could cling to the hope that she might one day see the streets of her home town again and the faces of her family. If he died, so did her hope.
"The title of head of the family is mine Mathias!" Elias declared as he raised his dagger.
Mias glared at him, refusing to bow his head in acceptance to this fate. He refused to be murdered in such an ugly manner. But what could he do? His entire right side was paralyzed and his left wasn't feeling much better. He could barely move or summon the strength to cast a spell. He was losing blood too quickly to think clearly. For the fir
clarity and insanityshe was the kind of beautiful that you couldn't get out of your head. the kind that had nothing special - no golden curls or perfect curves - but whose eyes read the entire world for what it really was. she had the kind of stare that you knew understood you for what you really were, even if you didn't understand it yourself.clarity and insanity3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he was more the type to do nothing with himself, only because he had never known how to do anything else. in his mind, he could see the whole world expanding beneath him, creation and destruction in their rawest forms - but his little day dreams never really found a way out from behind the almost-black of his irises.
he would always wake earlier than her, just so he could hear the slight rasp of her smoker's throat as she untangled herself from white bedsheets. he would make her breakfast and sing along to her favorite love songs, even when she would moan for him to stop. he did not just love her, he would tell his friends, but he couldn't really explain what it