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."Candles 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.Dollface 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 Reality 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
6 Months"Mrs. Hastings."6 Months in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I look up from my book and see Patty at the door of the library. "Yes, Patty?"
"Sorry to disturb you while you're reading-"
I smile warmly, "Oh, I don't mind. I'm a dull moment anyway." Using my thumb as a bookmark, I close the book and sit up straighter. I had my legs tucked beside me, but I slide my legs over the edge of the seat and cross my legs properly. I continue to smile peacefully.
She steps farther in, and drops her gaze to the ground. "I just came here to tell you that Mr. Hastings is running a bit late. Do you still want to eat dinner at seven, or do you want to wait until returns from his business meeting?"
I thrum my fingers in a rhythm, thinking, "I want to wait. As always. I hate eating alone. You should know me by now, don't you, Patty," I say with a breathy laugh. "Oliver has to come home sometime, and when he does, I'll be at the dining table, ready to eat. It's not like I haven't waited for a meal before."
"Of course, Mrs. Hastings."
I laugh agai
Excuses, ExcusesWith my back against the door, I slide down to the ground, prop my elbows on my knees and hide my face in my hands.Excuses, Excuses in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I knew this would happen at some point. I really did, not this soon, but I knew. Deep down though, I hoped that it wouldn't. That it would last forever, but it wouldn't be the same, that it would subtley change into something more. But nope, it's over.
Roxy nudges me with her wet nose and licks my cheek. I uncover half of my face to oet her head. "I guess we're on our won today Roxy," I sigh, scratching her behind the ears, just like she likes it. We are in front of the Russells' apartment. I knocked on their door, but there came no response, so I can only assume they're out looking for work. But that means I have no where to be right now. I have nothing else now.
Not long ago, I was being yanked from my sleep after hearing his mother shriek, being pulled from the warmth of Oliver's arms, and off the bed. By his parents, who weren't suppose to come home for another week.
5 4 3 2 1He got into an accident.5 4 3 2 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He had an asthma attack and had no choice but to go home.
He got lost on the way here and turned around.
Jane really did write down our address wrong.
He is not avoiding me now. He can't be. Not now. Not that I don't deserve it, but no. Oliver loves me. At long last, he tells me those three words I've been dying to hear since that one day when we shared our second kiss. He couldn't just give up on me so easily, could he? Sure I've run away from him on numerous accounts, but that was before I knew how he felt. He can't just condemn me after one time. That's not fair. He should know how I am by now. All those other times shouldn't count against me because those were different. We didn't have a chance back then. Or that's what we both thought. I have to go see him at lunch, which should be any minute. I just have to see him.
"Adler!" barks my boss. I hadn't realized I'm just standing in one spot looking out the window until now. I shake my head trying to bring mys
Some Assistance"Ex-excuse me."Some Assistance in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This must be trickery. His voice. It sounds like... like it doesn't belong to a wizard. He must be using magic to change it, to mislead me. Well, I'm not falling for it.
They take another step. "He-hello there. Do- do you speak English?" they ask slowly in their faux voice.
I know I'm not the bravest person, but really? Can anyone keep a straight face when your intelligence is being insulted? Can I speak English? What other language would I speak? And even if I did speak something else, how would being slow and loud help me understand? Dear lord. Wizards. I tilt my head back to glare at them, but my expression changes to surprise.
This isn't unexpected. I expected to see a tall, cloak covered, long bearded, warty, creepy creature. That's not what I see. This is no wizard. This is a young man, or whatever magical being he could be. He has no beard at all; it doesn't even look like he shaves. But I suppose it would look strange since his hair is teal. I can't reall
Keep BreathingOliver,Keep Breathing in Short Stories More Like This
I went for a walk. I won't be gone too long, I swear.
If I'm not back by ten, then you can call the police.
I hesitate before placing the note on the nightstand. I shouldn't have to do this. He is not my keeper. I am not his child or even his lover. But that's what he made me feel last night. A child who can't take of herself. He had no right to yell at me like that.
Gripping the paper, I prepare to rip it in half and leave for my stroll. Yet I don't do it. I fold it and prop it up so it can be easily seen once you come in my room. I put on the pants from yesterday, the blouse, and even Oliver's coat because I sense a chill in the air. Pausing by his door as I pass, I listen to confirm he's still asleep. Pitter-patter of little paws make me wait by the door and I let Roxy out the door before me. She does her business and we head toward the Hooverville.
Even this early, the street of the city are busy with traffic and the sidewalks packed with pedestrians. I dod
Need More Time"Roxy! Let's go!" I snap from the front door, stomping my foot.Need More Time in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The dog keeps coming to my side, but circling back around to go back to the bed she's grown accustomed to. She's done this at least five times. She comes again, tail between her legs, still reluctant to go.
I feel guilty for snapping at her, I bend down, "Sorry, girl, we can't stay anymore. The jig is up and we've got to go."
I have my things on my person. My pack with my sketchbook, the pencils, my charm bracelet and the satchel Patty gave me. I was forced to take some other things I didn't have before I came because I'm missing a couple items. Clothes. I took three of those shirts Oliver gave me, one of them covered in paint which I'm wearing right now, and two pairs of pants. I couldn't bare to steal anything else. Well, besides a pack of pastels from the art chest, but that is all. I can't take a single dress because why ruin such pretty things?
I open the front door and Roxy goes running out and I follow slowly and cl
At Odds...The door is thrown open and my heart really does stop and I let out a whimper. I flinch away from the door frame, trying to burrow deeper into the corner. While I am mortified by what is about to happen, I don't want to cry. I'm angry. Angry that this is how I will die. Not of old age, or even by an illness. I'm going to be killed for reasons that have nothing to do with me. I'm angry I won't be able to help the Russells now of all times.At Odds... in Short Stories More Like This
How unfair for them.
Someone gets on their knees, grabs a hold of me and I shove them away. I will put up whatever fight I need to for as long as I can. For Roxy and the Russells.
I pounce the boy, tears springing into my eyes, my anger instantly evaporating from me, "Oliver! You're alive! I thought they got you! I thought they killed you or kidnapped you!" I tighten my embrace around his neck, my tears soaking his clothes. I see that his arms are out in space, like they were when Molly hugged him.
I never thought I'd be so happy to see h
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 warmth 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
all the starshello, my name is rachel and i'm lost.all the stars 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
a thousand daysthe sky was an endless seaa thousand days in Free Verse More Like This
of grey and white and lost sailors
those who knew no better
who had no one to miss them
i had not seen the sun in days
months, years, decades or lifetimes
bathed myself in cold, murky water
because i was a lost sailor
who knew no better
and had no one to miss me
your skin in the spring light and
brown hands wrapped around mine,
lingering kisses in the dark
and your smile, stretched across
a canvas of hope and second chances
washed away those thousand days;
showed me that the sun is not hidden
i just didn't know where to look
32the was the kind of girl32 in Free Verse More Like This
that you watched from afar;
striking, but not beautiful.
dangerous, but not scary.
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 insanity 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
cream and crimsonthey once screamed it at the moon, between howls of drunken laughter;cream and crimson in Short Stories More Like This
that they existed in the small spaces between reasons and excuses, between contentment and regret, the things they didn't say and didn't mean, and that they lived for the moments between the days they couldn't wait for, and the days they felt as though they couldn't take it.
they howled it at the starry night sky, throats afire with the chill of the night air, lungs empty of everything they were made for;
that they would rather exist on the road there, than the place where the road ended.
his name was lachlan, and her's was tilly. they were completely and utterly in love. he had a habit for diving too deep into things he didn't understand, and she had a undying desire to save those who were drowning. their apartment was small - or cosy, they liked to call it - grey carpet, soft against bare feet, with cream and crimson walls and a pink bathtub that fit nicely against the rose petal adorned lilac tiles of the bathro
alivei want to be buried inalive in Free Verse More Like This
a grave made of water
because i write poetry
but don't understand it
because i know how to feel
but not how to cope
or how to tell you what
it feels like to die
my mother will cry and
her garden will still grow
but she will not take down
photos on the windowsill
she will age dutifully and
retire, travel the world and
i will only regret not being
able to see her finally happy
my brother grow up without
knowing how much i cared
but he will still think
of me on his wedding day
his eyes will be a window
not to his soul, but a world
of pain and loss and he will
wish that i could say sorry
and the boy who knows that
he was the only one i loved;
he will lose himself in the
thought that he had the chance
to save a life, but didn't;
he will read my poetry and
not understand why but know
that i loved him more than life
i will fade to dirt, and from
me will grow a peach tree, with
the type of leaves that children
will make boats out of, sail
across their puddle oceans
utopiayou are a kingutopia in Free Verse More Like This
on a dirty couch;
laying waste only
and i fall again
into your hands;
in your breath and
and you take me,
i will take your love
and run -
is all i know
a fairy tale' you know leo, the stars we used to wish on don't even exist anymore 'a fairy tale in Short Stories More Like This
the early morning evil had engulfed her hope and her shine she shook, crying and dying to hear his voice - to escape her reality and enter someone else's. she had grown tired of trying not to cry. the grass in his back yard had grown tall with neglect and it loomed up around them and their blankets as they stared into the night sky. he watched her eyes gaze into the never-ending darkness and admired the way he could see little stars, floating like sail boats in the calm sea that was her eyes. inside though, she is a storm - a raging, violent ocean dying for an escape.
pretty nights make her sad. it's amazing, all the beauty and the way it can make you ache deep down inside, in places that only the tendrils of love dare wander. she stared up at him, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks, and asked for a story, a fairy tale. the darkness sucked the colour from everything, and in her black and white vision she w
goodbyeraw wood bends beneath her feet as she stumbles into bed, haunted by quiet white washed walls, for they are too blank to mean anything to her anymore. the lack of complexity used to comfort her, cradle her in its soft arms, telling her that she understood what she needed to. now she understands nothing. trees burrow their roots underneath her house, and she watches them grow, all knowing and infinite, stretching their waking branches towards the sky reaching and hoping for more. soon though, they will turn to grey silhouettes and fade away into the darkening sky, where she hopes she will one day follow.goodbye in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the tea and porridge is cold, and the air is stale with cigarette smoke and lack of movement. she wants nothing here - she does not want the hum of the refridgerator, or the dust that settles in her bookshelf, or the rattling of the pipes when she washes the dishes. but the dishes is not really a plural, it is more of a dish, because there is only one of her and only one plat
FamousIf I become a famous poet,Famous in Free Verse More Like This
I won't be remembered.
[But you will be]
Dreaming Out LoudHer dreams were drowned in reality.Dreaming Out Loud in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Handsome ManIt's what's on the outside that counts.Handsome Man in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
[Let's not kid ourselves]
SailingShe sailed on the milky way,Sailing in Free Verse More Like This
On a boat made of stardust.
Planets danced around her
Twirling and jumping.
Her mind was far away
In the clouds of heaven.
And somewhere on Earth
"Come home, come home."
RainIIIRain in Free Verse More Like This
I go out and dance in the rain,
Because the ice cold drops
Sting my skin, kiss my lips
And make me think of you.
The pitter-patter of the rain
Wakes me up at night.
For a minute I think it's you
Whispering the secrets of love.
A kiss in the rain
Always was a bit too cliché for us.
And apparently, so was love.
The rain is falling harder now.
WhimsyI left my heart in CaliforniaWhimsy in Free Verse More Like This
With a man with deep blue eyes.
He said he'd give it back to me
But all he did was lie.
So now I'm heartless in Wisconsin
For that's how the story goes
I've got an empty chest, ice cold breath,
And a upturned bright red nose.
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 10 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
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 12 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!"
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 5 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 20 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
Elle and Mias: Chapter 14The moment Mias and Elle entered their quaint little room in the local inn, the sorcerer's confident demeanor fell and he stumbled over to the bed and collapsed on top of it. He was breathing heavily and holding his shoulder. Pain surged through his entire body, the effects of the pain relief medicine he took earlier that evening were wearing off and he couldn't bear to maintain his smug composure.Elle and Mias: Chapter 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle folded her arms across her chest and sighed. She had predicted he'd once again do something reckless to save his pride, but this was so plainly idiotic that Elle questioned his sanity. Still, it wouldn't sit well with her if she let him suffer, no matter how much a part of her desired it.
Mias' fingers fumbled with a vial he pulled out of his robes. He uncorked the tube and downed the contents eagerly, despite the bitter taste of the medicine. He wiped the excess fluid from his lips and rolled onto his back. He took control of his breathing and within a few minutes the pain soothed away
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 1 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 3The clear morning transitioned into a cloudy grey afternoon with a chill wind that held a distant promise of rain. Elle sat in a chair looking out the window, her thoughts focused on just how she should make her escape. While it would be in her advantage to wait until nightfall, she didn't know these lands and not being able to see properly would surely get her lost.Elle and Mias: Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Instead, she'd wait until it started raining so any tracks she made would be washed away. She'd repel down the side of the building using the bed sheets tied together and then run as fast as she could away from this place. Not an entirely complicated plan, but simplicity often proved to be far more useful. Now all Elle needed was nature's cooperation.
"Elle," she heard from outside her door before it opened and Mias leaned his head in. "Might you be interested in a tour of my lovely abode?"
"Come now, staring out a window for hours on end is hardly entertaining." He strode into the room and approached her side. "Avoi
Elle and Mias: Chapter 4Elle awoke the next morning pleasantly refreshed. Though her lungs still stung from breathing heavily in the cold air, it was the price of freedom and it was worth every raspy breath. She sat up and yawned, stretching her arms up the quilts fell from her body and it was then Elle realized she was naked. Well, she still had her underwear on, but other than that she was bare skinned.Elle and Mias: Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She heard the light clinking of china and slowly turned her head to see Abernos standing with a tray of food and tea. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly agape with a tomato red blush on his cheeks.
"EEK!" Elle shrieked and pulled the covers back up over her body.
Abernos cried out too and quickly turned himself around. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stare!"
"W-Where are my clothes?" Elle blushed.
"Th-They were soaked so we took them off and hung them up to dry near the fire. They should be dry by now." Abernos set the tray down and crab walked over to the fireplace in the corner of the small room. O
Elle and Mias: Chapter 15"Hic!" Abernos hiccuped before he slumped over the bar and laid his head on the counter. After losing Elle to Mias, his usual cheery self felt depressed and in need of liquid comfort, only it wasn't really helping. His head felt as if it were filled with tiny bubbles that kept bursting only to form more. His cheeks and belly felt warm, but it was an empty heat with no soothing affect on his heart.Elle and Mias: Chapter 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I think you've had enough Mr. Abernos," the bartender attempted to pull the Stag's mug away from him.
"Noooo!" Abernos whined and clung to the mug like it was his beloved child.
"Come on lad, I'd like to close the place up." He shook Abernos' shoulder, but couldn't rouse him from his sorrows.
The busty waitress from earlier was seated next to him. She exchanged looks with the bartender before gingerly laying her hand on the Stag's shoulder. "There, there love. It can't be as bad as all that."
"I'm a pathetic excuse for a Stag!" He cried as he downed the remaining contents of his cup and slam
Elle and Mias: Chapter 2Hours passed. The stars faded into the sky quietly, allowing the first rays of the dawn sun to creep over the hills. Birds began their morning song and fluttered through the gardens below Elle's open window.Elle and Mias: Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The honey blond lay awake in bed, her eyes staring dully at the canopy. Sleep had come and gone numerous times, teasing her tired mind and body. She felt heavy as she lay listening to the awakening day, her clothes clinging to her form due to perspiration. She longed for a bath and a change of underwear, but did not yet have the strength to get up to seek them. Languidly, she raised a hand up over her eyes and sighed. She realized she was hungry as well.
Knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep on an empty stomach, she forced herself upright and slowly slid her legs off the side of the bed. She pushed herself to her feet and decided to investigate the contents of the wardrobe. Elle opened the door and had her eyes awakened by bright, richly colored dresses in materials of both silk an
feather girloften, i'm dreamingfeather girl in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of my hands in your hair like
a halo of skin
invisible pains for the visibly disappearingi am a rush of abandon,invisible pains for the visibly disappearing in Free Verse More Like This
can you see me when i arch my back,
turn my head,
stretch my legs out
in the bluish light?
what is it like,
to see the face of a lover
in a crowd,
in a room,
soft moments and memories
holding up the ballooning smiles
like nitrous oxide?
what is it like,
when flames crown in your chest,
when your whole face lights up
in the dark of his eyes,
when you go to dinner?
i sit behind you,
in economics, in biology,
pressing my fingertips against
the freezing windows,
leaving evanescent prints.
total financial collapse,
homeostasis, molecular composition,
and you are smiling at him,
the windows are leering at me,
the snow outside falls in weeping, lurching sobs.
we are all holding our breath.
i curl my toes, suck in my cheeks,
stare at the rosy, raw knobs of my knuckles.
your hands connect to him like a life source. periodically touching f
glowing skeletonsthe nostalgia comes over me in a current and i let it thieve my mind...i allow it to caress my senses and pull me into another realm where the past is infinite and everlasting, where kisses are sweeter and the drives last long into the endless nights. wind whips into our sighs and the trees breathe into us. winter is blue and summer is golden, and my memories with you are a blush inbetween. i have never truly had you, but i miss you anyhow. the floorboards creak under my toes; the vents hide our breathing from the world. trees, earth, life: we've escaped it, yet we are a part of it.glowing skeletons in Letters More Like This
this nostalgia, it is so beautiful sometimes i don't think my heart can take it.
juniabandaging your heart,junia in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the weeping of your soft skin
tied closed with poems.
minimalisti spend a momentminimalist in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
licking foam from expresso
empty handsyou spend the eveningempty hands in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
wondering what love is like,
sitting in the dark.
pink wateri can feel you herepink water in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
as i breathe the rosy dusk
with a quiet smile
the pinkish wavelengths
of the spiraling honey
leave a trail to me.
your strength is my hope.
now, i open up my palms.
my weakness, your strength.
i capture my flaws
like so many soft lilies
between my small hands
the beauty of life
is that it is not well known
but we all have it.
schizofriendia"i think i am mad," i whisper in your ear.schizofriendia in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
your ear, there is this beautiful freckle right next to your ear, it's dark and round, a plum-brown mark on the barrier of your skin, your skin that separates me from your muscles, your lungs, your skeleton and your vascular system, your pretty organs.
"why," you exhale, the universe spilling from your breath. the room is so cold; your breath forms a cloud. i watch it dissipate, listening to the quiet grow. the barrier of your skin becomes a glow, a dreamy rendition of skin, suddenly hollow. there are caverns in you, hollows where you should exist, spaces where you should breathe. i open my eyes.
vous et pas d'autresnovember is named after a spice in the air that is narcotic, twisting leaves and branches gnarled and blackened by the early dark. they twist into my lungs and expand.vous et pas d'autres in Letters More Like This
breathe, the forest whispers.
november, i found myself hunched over paperbacks, the way a star shudders inward before exploding. my spine, a collection of wet pearls, slipped its fragile pink stitches with my skin. i can hear bones move, hear them click and whir beneath my trembling surface. there is nothing i can do. i am not a mechanic, nor a doctor, and these noises could be anything. i wait.
i cough, and up come thorns, vines, cocoons. i remove my shirt and cough into it. i am empty, and a butterfly, intact, shivers up my oesophagus, scentless and damp.
atmosphere soaks into me, leaving mercuric patterns floating silver on my skin. i am an oil spill, celestial, i reflect like black feathers. i am beautiful and i am ancient.
i met her in august, after a heavy rain. the sweet grey
color theory12:03 a.m.color theory 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
What a Doll"Do you like it?" Gran asked, leaning forward slightly in her rocker. She smelled of Bengay and stale cigarettes, her white hair pulled tightly back from her wrinkled face.What a Doll in Short Stories More Like This
"I found her at an antique store down in Arlington."
"It'sshe's" Fay stammered, staring down into the glass blue eyes of the porcelain doll that Gran had sitting on her lap. "Thank you Gran," She said finally.
Fay took the doll cautiously, it's moth eaten dress rough beneath her fingers.
"You know I had a doll almost exactly like that one when I was a girl," Gran said as she lifted her knitting, her arthritic hands moving with surprising speed as she worked the needles.
"She smells funny," Fay grumbled, attempting to hold the doll further away.
"It's just from age and sitting in the back of a musty antique store," Gran explained without glancing up from her knitting. "Maybe if you're good today we can go and buy some fabric and make her a pretty new dress."
"Okay!" Fay said happily, though her smile fade
3: Beauty and the Beast"You look like a princess, dear," Fiona stepped back so that Beth had a better view of herself in the full length mirror.3: Beauty and the Beast in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth's heart skipped when she looked over her reflection, barely recognizing the young lady who stared back. The gown she wore, though not cut in the latest fashion, was a rich emerald green that complimented her fair skin and rich brown curls. The skirt was full, the silk flaring slightly at the hips and reaching to the floor where the hem was stitched in an ornate pattern of golden ivy. The stitching continued up the skirt to the bodice, wrapping around it in a way that complimented her narrow waist.
The bodice was cut lower than the style that Beth was used to and was trimmed in black lace, and Beth couldn't help but feel self conscious about the amount of cleavage that it revealed. Yet Fiona assured her that it was not at all inappropriate, that it barely revealed anything at all, which relieved Beth somewhat.
Fiona had also managed to style Beth's unruly tresse
1: Beauty and the BeastHe sees her huddled near the side of the road, the hood of her tattered brown cloak pulled tightly around her wrinkled face.1: Beauty and the Beast in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She rises to her feet as he nears on horseback, her tiny frame hunched over, a crooked wooden cane clutched in her weathered hand.
"Won't you buy a rose, my lord?" She asks, her voice a low cackle that crawls over his skin.
He glares down into her white eyes, the eyes of a blind woman, and the stench of sickness reaches his nose. Her hood falls back from her face, revealing her blistered lips and her ashen skin, marred with the spots of disease.
"Get away from me, peasant." He shouts, disgusted.
She bends one crooked arm and reaches into her basket, pulling out a long stemmed rose, the bud shriveled and black, the petals dry and brittle.
"Please, my lord," she begs, her eyes brimming with tears. "I am but a poor and hungry old woman, with no home or family to speak of."
She lifts the rose towards him, ambling closer, when suddenly she trips and stumbles into t
7: Elle at SeaElias strode down the passageway, eager to see the look on Elle's face when she realized just how dire her situation had become. Something about seeing the look of helplessness on her face excited him, and he knew that it would work in his favor. After all, how could she continue to defy him if she had no choice but to obey him?7: Elle at Sea in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elias climbed the companionway and stepped into the bright morning sun. The familiar roar of the ocean filled his ears, and he sucked in a lungful of salty sea air. He smoothed the front of his dark shirt, tugging the sleeves at his wrists before adjusting his collar. He was never one to appear on deck unkempt, evident by the gleam of his boots and the seamless press of his black breeches. And he had to admit, he wanted to look presentable for his bride to be, for if he appeared to her in muddy boots and dusty clothes as he had the night before, what would she think of him?
Elias glanced around the deck, and spotted Elle easily. She was leaning against the rail
10: Elle's RevengeElle ripped her arm free of the large sailor's grip as he hauled her up from the ladder and onto the deck. She nearly fell to the floor, feeling so detached and disoriented from the horror she had just witnessed that her whole body was numb.10: Elle's Revenge in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mias is dead.
She felt a sharp twisting in her chest at the very thought, and she wanted nothing more than to crumple to the floor and cry. She looked towards the island, only able to see the outline of the cliffs and the glimmer of waves as they drifted onto the shore. Elle wanted to hurl herself over the side of the ship, to swim back to Mias and hold him in her arms one last time. But she knew there would be no point in it, that all the wishing and crying, all the promises and kisses in the world would never bring him back. All she could do now was hope that Mias knew what she felt for him. That his love for her was matched by her love for him.
She watched as Elias climbed up the last few steps of the ladder with a wide grin on his face,
3: Mias and Elle Share a KissIt took every bit of strength Elle had to keep herself from trembling. Mias still had his strong hands on her shoulders, his eyes furious. She felt so vulnerable, not because of Mias' firm hold on her, but because of the way his eyes looked deeply into hers, unblinking.3: Mias and Elle Share a Kiss in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The silence seemed to stretch on forever, and Elle wasn't sure how much longer she could stand it.
"Whatever you're planning to do to me, I wish you would get on with it already. This drawn out silence is killing me." She was so proud of herself in that moment, because despite the fear that pooled in her belly her voice didn't show an ounce of what she felt.
Mias' lip twitched as if he was going to smile before his face returned to an unreadable mask.
"Unreadable, but so unbelievably handsome." She couldn't help but think.
"I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of your situation," he said darkly.
His usually mischievous tone was cold and distant, and she didn't like it at all. It sent an icy chill through her,
5: Elias Finds ElleElle woke with a start. She opened her eyes slowly, unable to make out anything but blackness beyond the flicker of the candle which burned low on the table beside her. She could hear the creaking of floorboards near the window to her left, and she turned onto her side and stared wide eyed into the darkness.5: Elias Finds Elle in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She tried to scream when she saw a form coming towards her out of the shadows, but only managed a small squeak. She shot up in bed and scooted back until she was pressed against the headboard, bringing her knees to her chest.
When the figure became clearer thanks to the candlelight, Elle let out a shaky breath when she saw that it was only Mias.
"You scared the hell out of me," Elle breathed, pressing her hand against her chest.
Mias tilted his head as he watched her, a sly smile spreading across his lips. His eyes dragged over her face and down her neck to where she had the blanket tugged up over her knees, before his gaze met hers once more.
Elle shivered. He was looking at her a
11:Elle's Wedding Day"Miss! Miss!" Thomas cried.11:Elle's Wedding Day in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle opened her eyes with a groan to find Thomas leaning over her, his little hands on her shoulder as he tried to shake her awake.
"What time is it?" She croaked.
Stretching, she turned onto her side and glanced at the porthole, frowning when she saw that it was still dark.
"It's just after dawn!" Thomas said, sitting beside her on the narrow bed.
Elle sighed, tugging the thin sheet more tightly around her shoulder. She had made it a habit to sleep as late as she could, not because she was depressed, she assured herself, but because it meant less time spent anywhere near Elias, and more time spent devising a plan.
"Why on Earth are you waking me up so early?" Elle asked, just as a deafening BOOM rocked the ship.
Elle shot up in the bed, grabbing Thomas protectively around the shoulders. "What the hell was that?" She shrieked.
Thomas laughed. "It's alright Miss, just a signal shot to let Tearny know we intend to make port."
Elle stood up and stretched
4: Mias, Elle, and...Abernos??"Stupid bloody magic!" Elle growled. She slammed the book on the table closed, dust floating up to her nose from the movement. She sneezed several times before leaning forward to rest her forehead against her palms, her frustration building.4: Mias, Elle, and...Abernos?? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the past three days she had tried, to no avail, to find a way to break through the protection spell that was keeping her trapped. On the first day she had sprinted towards the open front door, hoping that she could break through with brute force and determination. Mias had been leaning over the banister, looking down at her with amusement. The instant she made contact with the open doorway she felt the empty space contract outwards as it gave under the force of her weight, before she was launched backwards into the manor where she landed without grace on her backside. Mias had roared with laughter, which she responded to with a finger that she hoped was universally known.
The second day was a day for experimenting. Elle decided to see if she co
2: Elle's EscapeMias stared at Elle's sleeping form beside him. She hadn't moved all nighthe knew because he hadn't moved all night either. He was still lying back against the headboard, watching her steady breathing and enjoying the rise and fall of her breasts beneath her lacy white bra. He had stripped her out of the gown she had been wearing, wanting her to be comfortable as she slept, confused as to why he cared about her comfort at all. His grin widened as her chest rose, deciding that caring about whether or not Elle was comfortable had to be the best damn idea he ever had.2: Elle's Escape in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sunlight poured through the open window, a slant of light cutting across the bed and Elle's creamy white legs. Mias adjusted himself on the bed, and Elle shifted slightly before going still once more.
She would be awake soon, and Mias was suddenly aware that he had been lying on the bed in his clothes. He tried to smooth the wrinkles in his slacks and shirt, sighing with frustration when he realized not only was he a w
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 Fairytales 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
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.Never Again in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"
The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think it was ten years ago."
"Is that because someone broke your heart?"
"It is because more than one person broke my heart."
"Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story."
ExcusesHe sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)Excuses in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)
He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)
He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)
He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)
He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)
He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she guides him back each time to the place where he is meant to be.)
He breaks like a fragile flower in the dust and the wind. (And she tells him he is too strong to be fragile ever.)
He fights like the last angel defending heaven. (And she gives him his swords and armor.)
He writes like the blood from the finest writer's heart. (And she reads his words with awe
Vengeance"What did she say this time?"Vengeance in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"How did you-"
"It's always your mother, and I always know. Now tell me."
"I'm not going to ask you again. Just tell me."
"She said that I can't draw. I can't sing. I can't act. I can't do anything and I never shall- You're laughing."
"I'm sorry. Certain phrases make me want to laugh. 'I can't' is one of them."
"I'm glad you find my grief so amusing."
"Look, you need to understand something. The word 'can't' is going to follow you around for the rest of your life. History is filled with people who were told they 'can't' do something. You know what makes them special?"
"They did it anyway."
"Pure and simple huh? Just like that?"
"The truth is never pure and always complicated. But yes. Just like that."
"There is always someone telling me I'm not good enough."
"And there will always be someone telling you that you aren't good enough. You have two choices. You can curl up and stop doing everything you love. You can let the
A History of ImaginariumWhen we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?A History of Imaginarium in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But time passed us by. And things changed. We grew up, much to Peter Pan's dismay. And things became what they would never become if we believed. Things became boring.
Reading became insipidly real, about average people with average lives. And what was worse, we enjoyed that much more that the fantastical tales that our imagination wa
Thirty Three Percent"What are you doing?"Thirty Three Percent in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I think I finally figured out percentages."
"We learnt those in the third grade."
"Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life."
"And you know how to use them in real life now?"
"Eighty four percent."
"That's the percentage of how many basketball matches you lost to me when we were kids."
"That's not fair! You're taller than me!"
"Fifty two percent."
"Is that how much taller than me you are?"
"No. That's the percentage of times you speak out of turn and get into trouble for it."
"Twenty three percent."
"Let me guess, that's how much I annoy you?"
"That's the percentage of times your mother told you she loved you when you were a child instead of the amount she should have."
"Seventy nine percent."
"I don't think I like this game anymore."
"That's how much of your heart loved that guy who broke it so completely callously."
"Look, I'm serious. Stop."
"That's how sure you a
Running Away"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.Running Away in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.
"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to build. He understood them to be a diamond, and the truth to be their diamond cutter, pulling away pretenses that shouldn't exist. And so, her voice lifted slowly.
"I'm afraid of the door when it shuts out the light. I'm afraid of the jolt my heart makes every time you look at me. I'm afraid of the park bench where my mother and I used to sit and don
TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.Tears in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.
They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.
Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.
He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them."
"They mean nothing."
Mias and Elle - Chapter 6With breakfast set hastily on the end table, Mias' eyes scanned the bedroom and in to the washroom through the open door; both were empty.Mias and Elle - Chapter 6 in General Fiction More Like This
He was quite sure by this time that he would not receive a reply, but it helped to temporarily sooth his temper in a way that he could not understand. Perhaps she was playing a game. It was something in hearing her name; it invoked pleasant thoughts of her face that he could not repress.
"Where are you, my pet?" The amusement was fading quickly, "Elle."
Now stepping across the room slowly, Mias called out to Elle a few more times as he leaned in to give the washroom a more thorough visual inspection. Each step he made with caution, not knowing entirely what to expect. It was hard to contain his amusement when he saw the discarded wet towels on the floor, yet he was also disappointed that he had missed out on a delicious opportunity.
But, there was no sign of Elle anywhere. He could feel his blood starting to boil, his cheeks burning red visi
Mias and Elle - Chapter 8Elle kept a careful eye on Mias, nervous and quite fearful of what she had just witnessed him conjure in and around his hand out of thin air. He still had not answered her question, and she had a feeling that she would not get an answer or at least a real one- for some time. It was terrifying and incredibly intriguing to think of all of the possibilities of what that answer may be, but for now she would have to go on assumptions, as those were being carried away by her imagination to horrible places.Mias and Elle - Chapter 8 in General Fiction More Like This
As they exited the stag brothers' home, Elle glanced over her shoulder and found that she really had no idea what it was that she was looking at. To the untrained eye in this case, Elle- there was absolutely nothing there but a rather large tree about the circumference of two average human arm spans. There was no sign of a door, or a home or hut of any kind behind it; it was forest, just like everything else around her, other than a feint hint of a path under the foliage.
Mias and Elle - Chapter 5Too flustered from the dream and startled by Mias' sudden appearance to reply, Elle just clutched at her heaving chest and glared at him, detesting his presence more than she ever had before. She looked at him and felt exposed and violated. Even though her logic told her that it could not have actually happened, the surge of terror and adrenaline was causing her to have difficulty deciphering dream from reality.Mias and Elle - Chapter 5 in General Fiction More Like This
Hugging the sheets up to her shoulders, Elle looked away from him to avoid any eye contact. Looking into Mias' eyes was just something she could not ever bring herself to do, and she hated how it emphasised her fear of him.
"Something the matter, pet?"
"No," She sputtered harshly. "Sod off."
Just don't look at him... Why was it so hard?
The sound of Mias clicking his tongue at her in disapproval was perhaps just, but only served to make her even more uncomfortable. Though he was only being his usual cocky self, she could not help but feel that he knew exactly what was go
Mias and Elle - Chapter 2Recovering from the shock that the slamming door sent through her body, Elle immediately began to push and pull tentatively at the doorknob. The door and the knob would not even budge, no matter how hard she tried, and the frustration was building quickly inside of her. An animalistic panic took over and she began to shake the handle with enough force that her entire body shook with her movements. Growing tired, she gave the rigid handle one last ferocious expulsion of strength that she could muster before giving up with a violent scream.Mias and Elle - Chapter 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Elle stared at the closed door, her short fingernails digging painful crescents into the palms of her tightly clenched fists. Having already tried repeatedly to pry it open with all the strength she could muster, staring at it was all that she could do. She blinked rapidly to keep her eyes from welling over with tears again and cursed loudly before giving the door a swift kick. It felt good to relieve herself of some anger, but she still instantly reg
Mias and Elle - Chapter 4Wiping the drying blood from his upper lip, Mias actually found himself smiling, even though the little wretch had made him bleed. As infuriating as that rather painful blow to the face may have been, her reactions had told him exactly what he had wanted to know.Mias and Elle - Chapter 4 in General Fiction More Like This
Eyebrows raised, he enjoyed re-experiencing it all over again in his head. Ah, how delectable her whimpers and moans had been, and he had caused every single one of them. He wanted to hear those wonderful sounds and see her gorgeous face contort into expressions of pleasure.
His laugh echoed through the halls. As far as he was concerned, he had won.
That egomaniacal bastard.
Elle could hear Mias' obnoxious laughter penetrating the walls, and it shook her from her daze. Staring at the lightly formed bruise directly between her eyes in the mirror, she massaged her temple to ease the steady hammering inside. As sore as her head was, she enjoyed the rush
Mias and Elle - Chapter 1He had been watching her for some time, confident that he was well hidden from view to avoid any unexpected surprises for his guest. Found entirely by accident, her presence now had a purpose. His lips curled into a smile in the darkness, intently observing her every moment as she tossed in her sleep.Mias and Elle - Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
He blinked several times as she made a soft sound and her eyes slowly opened. She perplexed him. There was nothing extraordinary about her; just an ordinary girl. Yet, when he looked at her, there was something terribly captivating about her. Ordinary, but not of his world, which seemed a perfectly good enough reason for a man of his power to take her. But he had no need to explain himself; he did not need to justify his actions to himself or anyone. He wanted her; it was as simple as that. And he would have her.
Suddenly, the balcony doors flung open and the sunlight came cascading down around her. Her hair fluttered lightly with the breeze that rushed in, and the way that her skin
Mias and Elle - Chapter 7"You found it where, exactly?"Mias and Elle - Chapter 7 in General Fiction More Like This
"Her, Berenos. I found her a few klicks in, east of the Decivus land."
The larger of the two, Berenos, stumbled over the hearth in alarm, the clatter making Elle's unconscious body shuffle and grunt. He tried repeatedly to assure himself that he had simply misheard his brother, that it was not true that they had become tangled in the affairs of the Decivus family, but a miscommunication was far too rare a thing between them.
"Mathias Decivus? You took her from one of them?!" He softened his voice as the body on the bed shifted again. "Abernos, are you completely mental? She can't stay here; you have to get rid of her!"
"Don't be so cruel, brother! She seemed to need help "
Abernos stroked absently at the girl's hair, brushing his fingertips against her warm forehead as his eyes scanned her face repeatedly, taking it all in. There was something about her that made him smile, and even more so than usual. There was something so uniq
Mias and Elle - Chapter 9Elle lay on her back in an awkward position and uncomfortable silence only broken by her occasional gasps of air. It felt as though her innards were twisting around inside of her, and it was making her nauseous; Mias made her nauseous, at least, she hoped that it was nausea.Mias and Elle - Chapter 9 in General Fiction More Like This
Cheeks burning red, lips swollen and tingling, she stared blankly at the ceiling. She wished that she could get in a calming breath to centre herself, but it was proving difficult what with the painful pounding in her chest. Dragging her bottom lip between her teeth, she rubbed her forehead with the palms of her hands. This was becoming a habit of her body to go into this strange panic whenever Mias got so dangerously close.
Bored, and having nothing better to do, and liking the idea of being washed of the contact of Mias, she ran a bath. With no intention of relaxing, especially considering what had just happened not making her feel very safe letting her guard down, she made it quick. Before lathering herself up,
Mias and Elle - Chapter 3With each heavy boot step vases and glassware cracked violently as Mias stormed passed down the hallway with frustrated determination. He had gone through much trouble to get her here, and there was no use giving up simply because wooing her presented itself as a slight challenge. He had brought Elle here for a reason, and he was not going to let her get the best of him; she was his, and she was going to have to learn to accept that.Mias and Elle - Chapter 3 in General Fiction More Like This
I want nothing to do with you
A crystal candelabrum that sat on a table unfortunately close to him shattered into hundreds of pieces, all perfectly identical. He frowned and rolled his eyes at the mess before continuing on to the dining hall. The little guttersnipe, as gorgeous as she was, definitely knew how to grate on his nerves.
Mias pictured her silken blonde mess and enchanting eyes again and felt a twist in his gut. This had been happening rather often in the short time that she had been in his home.
The table was set up for a delightfu
Darkness, I...Darkness, I... in Free Verse More Like This
Every night I pick a star in the sky
and persistently follow the path
that leads to it.
But soon I realize:
the star that once lit the way
is now dead,
and has been so for eons...
Tonight I shall choose a new direction,
one with no light
and I will navigate on it,
and witness the birth and death of galaxies
as I go by...
But I won't stop,
I will go on
Oh, Darkness, I...
home is the place
you launch your ships from
. zen .. zen . in Surrealism More Like This
I'm no longer afraid to die
I'm surely not afraid to kill
I walk with purpose in my eye
and nothing written in my will
among the mortals I am fierce
without a blink I can kill ten
I wear the armor no blades pierce
and all along my mind is zen
John 1:1In the beginning...John 1:1 in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the beginning was the word,
but sometimes words are useless,
in isolation, in despair,
when they cannot be heard.
In the beginning was the word,
before it only silence,
the great eternity of peace
was followed up by violence.
BlindnessBlindness in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The images in my head have always been overwhelming,
eclipsing or completely drowning the reality
that lays before my eyes.
am I to see?
- famous -the best part in an artist's life comes after death, because only then can he live from his work- famous - in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Destroyer of WorldsEach moment I witnessDestroyer of Worlds in Open More Like This
a treacherous crime,
destroyer of worlds...
the passage of time.
And even if time
has started from start,
created this realm,
a glorious act...
I know that all mountains
get old and descend.
And time, like all others,
will end in the end.