The BalloonShe hated him so much that she wanted to love him. She wanted to love him more than anything in her life. She wanted to wrap him up in her arms and promise to keep him forever.
But they tell her to leave him. "We know his type," they say. "The minute you begin to care about him, he leaves you forever and you'll be left to pick up the pieces."
She knows that they're right. She holds him by a string while he's miles above her. She loathes him, but her heart races every time she thinks of letting go of the string. She closes her eyes and the minute she opens them, she has to frantically reach for him.
Purple shadows grow beneath her eyes and blisters form where she has him tied at her wrist.
"Let him go," they whisper as they try to loosen him from her arm.
She shuffles, sleepy-eyed through the park, dragging him along behind her. A woman runs up behind her and points to the string.
"He is absolutely lovely. You're very lucky to have him miss," the woman says.
She begins to remove him fro
I'm Just Waiting for the RainHe keeps his umbrella close, but never opened. Storm clouds roll in and out of his life, but they never stop to even wet the ground.I'm Just Waiting for the Rain3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He wakes up every morning at 6:15, stays in bed for another five minutes, and takes a shower that lasts eight and a half minutes. He eats two slices of buttered toast and a small tumbler of orange juice. He dresses himself in a blue button-down with a striped tie and shines his shoes so that he can see his face. If it's cold out, he wears his black trench coat and if it isn't, he just wears his sport coat. He carries his briefcase every day, along with his umbrella. He can't forget his umbrella. The train leaves at 7:00 and he is at the station by 6:55. He hasn't missed a day of work in eight years.
His career isn't exactly what he hoped it would have been. If he were to think back on it, he would realize that it isn't even close. Thankfully, he never does.
At 7:45 he goes for his morning coffee runblack with two sugars. Provided the line isn't too
Goodbyei. He looked at me over the tops of his glassesGoodbye4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was the first time I had truly seen his eyes
And the last
ii. I looked at the coffee stain on his shirt
I didn't want him to see the tears in my eyes
But I know he saw them fall to my feet
iii. I stuffed my hands back in my pockets
I was afraid to look back as I walked out the door
He the one going,
But I felt that I was leaving him
Forbidden LoveDo you believe in love at first sight? Those Romeo and Juliet moments, when you see someone for the first time and know that you're meant to be together?Forbidden Love5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never used to believe in that stuff. Like so many other things, I thought it was silly; a nice thought, but never going to happen. I was happy, but realistic, at the same time.
My life's different now.
It started when he transferred to my school. As the new "bad boy" in our class, my friends fell for him instantly, tripping over each other to get a date with him. He said no, of course. He said no to a lot of things.
Me, I didn't even meet him until the end of his first week here. We were in different classes, came from different social groups, so there had been no reason for us to meet.
But you can only go so long before you meet someone who will change your life forever.
I had a spare class during last period that day. With everyone else in class, the hallways were deserted, and the sound of my flip flops smacking on the floor echo
UnrequitedCrimson eyes watched from afar.Unrequited5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I knew better than to approach him. That was suicide at best given the current situation; Gemini was speaking with Needle, and if I made one false move, I would end up spiked by the Needle Cannon. I wanted to speak with him alone. Tell him how I felt, but that was never going to happen.
It never does.
I approached a little, at least, until Gemini glanced back, his green eyes narrowed. I gulped, my body seizing up. He was still cold as ever, like the chilled glass of the mirror. Frosty. Had I been an organic snake, I would have coiled and slept in the chill of his gaze.
I could hear him speaking to Needle. "I just don't feel safe around that freak, you know?"
My metal heart sank and my eyes pinned. He hated me. He really and truly hated me with all his heart and soul. I knew it was myself who he spoke of. I was just a snake i
Love is SuicideLooking into your eyesLove is Suicide9 years ago in Ballad More Like This
i see the pain you hide inside.
crying is your only weakness,
your painful tears make you speechless
"Just do it!
Kill youself like you said you would!"
he said "Im tired of waiting! maybe i should!"
"you cant stand to exist,
the knives the pills
you cant resist.
"Slice your wrists.
the pills make your stomach twist:
now its time, time for you to regret,
the painful memories you tried to forget.
was it worth it?
now they're flashing before your eyes.
now your remembering them as you die."
"I dont want to die." you said.
"I do not want to be dead!"
now its to late.
death is your fate.
Its been two days
since you passed away.
Everything that i said was true
even after all the pain you put me through
I will forever be cursed
with the sight of them
placing you into the hearse
I could have saved you
what have i done?
its to late now;
now that your gone
you wanted to live
i could tell
now death will forever stalk you
down in hell
I didnt think you would do it
Love Shall PrevailShe knew this wasn't normal, that this was wrong, almost filled with dreadful pain. This this thing, it couldn't have been normal - it was not meant to be, and still she held it, why did it mean so much to her? Her head is still filled with questions for which no-one really holds the answer to her grave dismay. Is it so wrong to hold a feeling of kindness towards a person outside your own kind? She could sigh and complain, be angry and hate, but where does it get her? Nowhere of course, because this feeling- this love it's forbidden.Love Shall Prevail5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She still remembers the first time her eyes met his, the coldness in them made them seem dead. The first time he spoke the girl was dumbstruck, not able to catch her breath and he looked at the young girl as if he couldn't care less if she died right in front of him that instant. He had something oddly familiar about him, though she was sure she hadn't met him before. He had such an eccentric appearance, she would surely have remembered him if
Angel! Prussia X Human Reader ~ Forbidden Love P2Angel! Prussia X Human Reader ~ Forbidden Love P23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angel! Prussia X Human Reader ~ Forbidden Love P2
"_________! Time for bed!"
"Okay, just a minute!"
It was your first week in your new house, with your new family. Arthur was over the moon and jolly that he had finally found the kid that he'd been looking for and his wife didn't really mind what name you had at all, she would love it anyway. You were just finishing your drawings, you had a love for art. You found your blue-tack hidden away in your draw of mysterious and wonders (or in other words, just boxes of items you treasured and equipment for your art.) You skipped happily around your room and found a space on your wall to stick it up. But a voice nearly jumped you out of your skin, and the voice was not your mum and dad's.
"Kesesesese! That iz one awezome bild!
You turned around and gasped in amazement and shock that overtook your whole body. You felt your knees grow weak, your blood become colder and that your whole body, including your eyes were shaking. He was just so handsom
Please Don't Leave MeShe flutters her fingers over her skin, she smiles as she thinks of him. He only touched her once, and it was when she brushed up against him on the train. She smiles as she remembers the way he muttered an apology. Her heart feels light as her memories play though her mind, changing bit by bit as they pass through.Please Don't Leave Me3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Please don't leave me.
She rides the train on Tuesday afternoons, because she ran into him once, several Tuesdays ago. She waits patiently at the station, hoping, praying that he will see him. She has the lines worked out in her head, hoping she will have the occasion to use them. She rides the bus day in, day out sitting in the same seat.
Don't leave meever.
She sits in her drab little office doing the same mundane tasks every single day. When she allows her mind to wander off, she thinks of him at his own job. He's probably a curator at a museum or something exciting like that. She refrains from doodling his name all over her folder like a thirteen-yea
ImpressionableYou left impressions in her skin and they sank straight down to her heart. You always told her that she was impressionable, but she never took it quite so literally.Impressionable3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was holding memories so tightly that her hands started to burn. Each day a layer of skin would char and crumble. She swept the ash off and carried on.
Sometimes when she felt lonely, she would take old blankets and wrap herself in them. They smelled like the people who used them before her. They have absorbed their dreams, their feelings, their hearts. She liked to hear other peoples' dreams because she never had one herself.
She never felt quite at home. She worried about getting caught in a gust of wind and tossed down in a field somewhere, but secretly, she hoped for it.
She missed you. She wouldn't admit it, but I could see it in her face and hear it in her words.
She lost her right shoe one night. She walked a half mile in the rain without it and arrived at the front door with a big smile on her face. Sometimes I
Request - Unrequited LoveI know we're just friendsRequest - Unrequited Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I feel something more
Whenever I hear your crystal laugh,
Whenever we accidently touch hands,
Whenever you give me one of your smiles,
I feel like my heart plays dead.
I want to be more than friends,
To make you feel something more.
Hear your laugh everyday by my side,
To hold your hand in mine,
Have your smile belong to me,
To give my heart to you.
But it's not that way,
We'll never be more than friends.
Your laugh will fade along with your face,
Your hand will find another to grasp,
Your laugh will tickle another's ear,
My heart will only belong to me.
Angel! Prussia X Human Reader ~ Forbidden LoveAngel! Prussia X Human Reader ~ Forbidden Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angel! Prussia X Human Reader
It was a cold, brim night, just like all the other nights. The dense mist, grey like a snow blanket as it swept over the grim forest. The stars shone and glimmered in the sky, as the silver moon beamed like a bright light. The sound of woodland creatures rustling and scraping against the twig grounds. Howling, hooting and high-pitched noises echoed inbetween trees and downward the vast woods. These nights were always the same, ever since you met him.
Ever since you had seen him, you had fallen in bitter love with him. You just couldn't stop thinking about him, no matter what you did. He always soared across the dark forest like a great eagle, always when it was dark where no one could see him. He always hid is wings from humans, so they couldn't catch him. You remember meeting him that one night as a child, and that night you could never forget.
Forbidden LoveSkin untouchedForbidden Love7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And lips unkissed
I watch you through
And veins undrained
For me, you keep
Your fangs at bay.
And yet we pretend
And yet we lie
For we must be with
Our own kind.
And secrets safe
I break your heart
With wooden stake.
The Man in the Coffee ShopThe man who works at the coffee shop looks like you. I noticed this some time ago and have since frequented the place. He recognizes me now. He smiles at me when I come in. His smile even looks like yours. He doesn't say hey though- you always said hey.The Man in the Coffee Shop4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I still work at the library even though you're not there.
Sometimes I look over to your desk and expect to see you typing at your computer, but someone else is there now. It's not you.
Sometimes someone will come in who looks like you. Maybe he will have the same hair, same stature, same profile, same laugh, same voice. It's never been you.
Sometimes I drive myself crazy. I pull at my hair and scream 'till my lungs burst. I scream for and at you. I ask how you could have left me here.
Sometimes I allow myself to believe that I will see you again. By chance we will run into each other in a Wal-Mart far away.
I go to the coffee shop on Tuesday afternoons. I order a small chai tea with milk.
Sometimes the man is working at th
The Rainfall KidThere are raindrops on his fingersa glistening cluster of perfectly silver droplets that read like some shining, ethereal roadway mapthe night that he comes for her with the thunder of a summer storm rolling forward on his footsteps. The low rumble of it jolts her from a book induced slumber, the cover rough beneath hands and the jumble of last-read letters blurring on the underside of blinking eyelids as rain begins to fall. Although it's almost been longer than memory will allow, she knows that there is no mistaking the sudden upheaval of the outside world for anything other than his arrivalafter all, it hasn't stormed in years.The Rainfall Kid3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soon enough, her shoulders and the soles of her bare feet are collecting water along with the hardback that had slipped, forgotten, through outstretched fingersnow laying broken-spined with white pages exposed and its words all bleeding together in thin rivers of smudged ink. The leafless trees seem to shudder, emerging from
Fieldswe braided stalks of wheat with our teethFields3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and bloodied our knuckles on old twigs
she tried vainly to heal them with her kisses
i pushed pebbles with my toes
and we existed together
for the first and last time
in the spaces of the silence
messages on the moonthe moon had been full yesterdaymessages on the moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and she looked up at it
nestled behind some trees
with clouds draping diaphanous
patterns across it
and she wondered just how many people
had sent love notes on
for their lovers to collect at a later date.
it swelled with the beating of
a million hearts
and glowed with the love
of a million eyes
and as she stood there,
staring up at it,
with the night breeze twisting
around her ankles,
she sent a message to someone she hadn't
and hoped that
he was standing alone in the night
staring up at the sky