RomanceforEveryone

My heart is ever at your service

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_{RomanceforEveryone - A toasty hub for writers, poets and artists of the romance genre. Whether you write poetry or prose, original work or fanfiction, you'll find somewhere to put it here. All standards of writing are welcome, because we simply love love.

Tag line quote established from William Shakespeare's Timon of Athens.}

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Founded 13 Years ago
May 8, 2010

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Global

Group Focus
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Media Type
Literature

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This is a literature group for romance writers. Submissions must be romance themed, any submissions that do not highlight the group's focus will be declined.

This is a literature group, we do not accept purely visual work ("visual"/found poetry is still fine).

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Featured

Loves Me NotOur time was measured in petals.

How the Planets Say GoodbyeI would still love you then.
When the inked sky
fades into the stars
because we stared at them
too long,
when the pages of our beloved books
turn brown
from age and borrowing hands,
when the trees grow taller
and their leaves
fall off
          like decembers
          spent in
          may.

I would still love you then,
but not the way I did before.

Featured

Emotional - Poetry

Floating JigsawI am a floating
jigsaw puzzle
missing several
pieces.
Some came back.
Others will be very hard to
replace.
And finally one is in limbo
just wating for the right
fit.

Can't LookAngry red and white lines cross my flesh.
The most recent is December,
but most go back years.
They may fade,
but I will always see them.
What others who see them think is beyond me.
I alternately love and scorn them.
How could anyone else see them as anything less than Pain?
Someone asked me if I'd ever forget him.
I wanted to say no,
but all of my missing pieces,
Lost Time,
and Locked Doors wouldn't let me promise.
There were people I once cared for
that I can no longer recall as anything other than a vague memory.
Somehow this strikes me as a sad thing.
There are things I want to know.
Questions I want to ask.
I'm afraid of the Answers.
I've tried looking into my Past.
All it got me was more Lost Time.
I've learned not to look too close at things that Hurt-
hoping desperately that it will allow me not to Disappear.
It buys a little time,
but ultimately I Vanish over and over.
Thinking about the Future,
I want a Soul Mate more than I can express.
But what have I to offer?
I am a brok

rise and shinedaybreak is a vial
of liquid amber
spilt out against the sky
when I wake up.
there is enough warmth
between us, I think,
to coax the very sun
into existence—
the press of you
against my back, the
swell of you
within my chest.
and perhaps the sun awakens
each day
to see the breath and motion
of people like us,
drowsy in our crowds
of blankets.
you stir behind me,
and it blinks
its bleary eyes.

darling,you thanked me
for not caring
about your race-
I wanted to tell you
the only race
I ever cared about,
was my heart
racing
for you.

Emotional - Poetry

Nature - Poetry

ReunionI used to howl when twilight descended;
my muse a yellow orb leading me--
my guidepost in a sea of darkness
so black my heart turned inky
from disuse.
My paw prints created paths of dust
and my tail swept them clean
as it hung so low
to match the bellow
in my heart.
The stars could not quell my yearning,
which twinkled faintly till morning
drove me to fitful sleeping
and the dew gathered like tears
weeping on a dull grey coat.
Then, when my desire to live subsided,
the sky at night turned lighter
and my eyes gleamed brighter
as winter carpeted the land in flakes of lace.
And I heard his howling
even before I spied him lolloping
on banks of snow and ice,
his hind legs carrying him to me
in powerful long strides.
Winter's embrace never felt more bracing
than it did that fateful morning
when our noses met in a moist reunion
and the skies turned a soft vermillion
as our hearts finally intertwined.

I'll write to youThere I stood without you
like a lonely tree in the open field;
never knowing company.
You were like the wind that pushed me around
but never showed yourself.
Still,
I'll write to you
now and for always.
As long as my hand meets my desk
and my bloods runs like my ink.
I'll write to you,
I'll just to write to you.
So you can pick it up and read.
Live a moment with me.
Breathe.
Feel your heart.
Do you know it bleeds for us?
Did you know none of the particles in your body exist from when you were 8?
Did you know we are so small like star dust in space...
and a meteor could just kill us all in a blink of an eye?
When I feel no more,
there is still hope.
Souls linger for 3 months and reincarnate to a new body.
Clouds cuddle our shoulders like pillows in the winter.
Forgetting your past and building from nothing.
So I can write to you again.

The BloomShe was a typical
petite little seed.
Surrounded by beautiful periwinkles,
violets, orchids, daisies, lilies.
Taller than her.
Prettier than her.
But she bloomed
one very orderly spring evening.
Boy, did the garden go wild.
Sprightly petals,
delicate stems.
Three inches taller than last spring!
Liquid rushed through her roots.
Clovers would turn greener than usual,
with envy.
Roses turned a deep shade of red,
with anger.
She was changing everyone around her.
Perhaps her beauty was
too much to sustain.
Perhaps people hadn't noticed
how pretty she would turn to be.
She was the life of the garden,
and gardens have enough life already.
She didn't care.
She was now beautiful.
Tulips would occasionally steal some glances,
violets would stutter in admiration.
She was her own garden,
radiating floral vibes.
It was her choice.

Nature - Poetry

Narrative - Poetry

eveningssunday.
the old black clock tick
tock
ticks
and you play with my hair
insomnia reigns.
monday.
sleep drifts around us like
mist
the tree casts rainy shadows on the wall, and
someone yawns.
tuesday.
i trace patterns in the ceiling with
my eyes, exploring shadows.
i want to ask you who played batman
in the version i liked, but
i think you're already asleep.
wednesday.
your fingers explore my face as though
you've never felt it before
you trace my collarbone
and kiss my shoulders
and tell me to have the
sweetest dreams.
thursday.
i whimper about
my day, and
you hold me together
singing softly.
the chipped white door creaks
and the cat curls up on my knees.
friday.
it's quiet on our street tonight
it's quiet in our room
i wonder briefly where you end
and i begin
but then sweat drips
and time stops
and someone whispers
i love you.
saturday.
i think the neighbor's having a party
her dog's going crazy, and
you can't stop laughing.
while

morningssunday.
the croissant crumbles in my fingers
buttery flakes drift towards mismatched
china
and your lips are stained with
strawberry jam.
monday.
sleep clings to your eyes
like a shadow
and i watch you breathe, while
i trace your collarbone with
tired fingers.
tuesday.
we wake before the alarm
and count how many times the
neighbor's dog barks
before she finally lets him in.
your soft laugh blends perfectly into
the early morning sun.
wednesday.
your fingers trace the curve
of my spine
the old window rattles
in the wind
and i press my cold toes against your leg.
thursday.
half asleep
i mumble how the faded, flowery wallpaper
looks pretty in the sun.
you tell me i look prettier.
friday.
i tickle your cheek with my eyelashes
and make my fingers do
ski jumps
off your nose
and wonder out loud why
the room smells like oranges
[you tell me you ate some
for a midnight snack.]
saturday.
linen

Summer BabeI was just standing there in the corner of the street, waiting for you.
What time you would arrive? I do not have a clue.
I knew one thing, you were getting your dog and putting on some
sexy makeup too.
It was really hot outside and I was just sweating.
I can not lie I was dripping wet.
Finally; when I looked up, I saw a slender figure walking toward me,
It was you!
My jaw dropped and I began walking toward you like I was on
butterflies.
When I finally reached you I said "Damn baby you look like a duchess!"
Your skin was darkened to a very nice suntan.
You wore a very sexy summer dress.
Nice and flowery like the sun,
Your beautiful brown hair was tied up in a bun.
Your sunglasses covered those eyes, but I can still see your sexy stare.
Your lips and your smile...just looking at them put me in a trance for a while;
Like a bee I just wanted to suck the nectar off your sweet lips,
You smelled so good, like lavender and peaches;
I just wanted to take you far away tonight on a tropical adve

One Day Until TomorrowYou with your broken soul
Me with my bleeding heart
We couldn't be together
But we could not be apart
It wasn't hard to miss
The writing on the wall
So we should have jumped
Because it wasn't hard to fall
I crashed so many times
Each time I thought I could fly
Every book you started
Always ended in goodbye
And though it was so long ago
It still feels like yesterday
It doesn't matter what we do
There’s nothing we can say
Times that left us broken
Left us bleeding, burned and bruised
Love could only teach us
What it feels like to lose
Innocence surrendered
To the fire and the flame
It could have been anything
But only brought us pain
Forever seems so far away
With so much left behind
There's nothing left to lose
Now that there’s nothing left but time
I couldn’t move the mountains
And you couldn't part the sea
But everything we would have done
And all that we could be
We have walked forever
Through the thunder and the dark
We both have fought with demons
And we wear our

Narrative - Poetry

Romantic - Poetry

Sweet ValentineIs it alright that I can be your Valentine?
I would, treat you right.
You'll have the best time of your life.
Oh sweet Valentine,
can I take you out tonight?
You would brighten my night
and make my heart float to
the heavens like a kite!

In Her EmbraceThe room is dim, but soft is candlelight.
Soon outmatched by her radiance.
For the glow in her soul exiles the shadows
And brightens the opaque path of night.
She is truly the light on the darker side of me,
The ghosts and demons of my nightmares
Lay vanquished by her smile
In her embrace, I surrender.
Her whispering breath speaks of serenity
And in her eyes, I see eternity.
There is a sense of belonging in her embrace,
Those three oft-repeated words abridged in one kiss.
The faintest feeling is felt at first sight
Only to fade in a heartbeat
But the feeling can come back, and before you realise it
You cannot go back...and never want to.

RediscoveryIt's not that I
am expanding the realm
your fingers can tread,
retraining my skin as it were
to respond favorably to your touch;
it's that I am rediscovering
you. I am remembering just the way my nerves
calm when you roughen my skin with your
sanded fingers. I am stuttering my pulse quiet
when your breath hitches mine, and I am curling
doubt and regret from my heels to your
careful palms. You cradle
my chest to yours, the peace
caresses the pain, and somehow
we step from today to tomorrow.

Romantic - Poetry

Spiritual - Poetry

Sleep ParalysisI don't like waking up
my bed feels like god's hands
shaking out dreams from my mouth,
every cry to wake up
but I cant.
Into the dark I proceed to stairs of rainbows,
ascending to glowing eyes of the creator.
Gazing at bleeding skies,
crying for the Earth's last siren.
Radioactive hills,
parched throats choke on purple smoke,
bodies falling through windows,
whispers from dead bones.
gasping for air...
drops of sweat trickling from my head to my eye
was like lava to the burning jungle.
Shifting visions of shadows from glacial deserts.
Sandstorms of lost poems.
Old friends you'd meet in your dreams
told you the End of the World was to come.
"STOP SHAKING!"
I said frantically..
but no one heard me I was a barren field of molten rocks.
Infected pelicans
eating dried possums.
No one will understand my sleep paralysis
but my friend told me I could die If I chose to keep going.
Keep venturing to the unknown
To my walls that were circus windows.
I'd crawl the grounds trying to find gold .
You

What is heart?Where do we set our home?
Where do we feel warm?
Where is there no doubt?
A heart knows where the home is.
That is the warmth.
That is where we belong...
Never is there a doubt of what we can do.
Never is there a doubt of what can happen.
So long as I am home.
Whether home is an actual place,
Or a person that we love.
As long as we know they are there.
That is love.
When we live for them.
Allow for them to remain protected.
That is why we remain.
We fight for our home.
We fight to survive.

SimplemindedI should go live near a lake
Where my thoughts would be calmer
My sentences would be shorter
My words would be simpleminded
Like, I went all day without socks.

Confused AgainConfused again,
Right or left,
My hand gets grabbed,
A little boy by my side,
Dragging me forward,
He is smiling,
I run with him,
Where are we going, I ask,
Right or left,
Ahead, he says,
Ahead,
What's ahead, I ask him,
No idea, he says,
No idea,
I let him lead,
Confused again.

Spiritual - Poetry

General - Poetry

AftershockI laid my wish on you
when I got tired of listening
for voices
from a distant star,
but when you threw it away
          after you laughed;
                      not giving me a second thought,
I wasn’t heart-broken.
I expected as much
          from the ghost of a lover.

Love: A Valentines Day PoemLove: A Poem
It cannot be bought
It cannot be forced
It must be pure and tenderly taught
It cannot be bragged upon
Nor can it be fake
It can only be given from within ones heart
It is often misused
It is often discouraged
And those who have it, have everything to loose
But those of you who fight for it will have no regrets
For you'll be fulfilled and know the truth
Those who have it should keep it
And those who don't should find it at all costs
For life without Love is for naught.

AlwaysI would write so many songs for you,
if only you would listen.
I would write so many songs for you,
if only you knew they are for you.
Speaking from my heart,
speaking from my want to see you again,
speaking from my love
that you make warmer than a fireplace.
I would write so many songs about you,
if only you could actually be there when I wake up.
One step taken in our universe,
one more moment to be in your presence.
You just don't know it's our universe,
that this slow moving night belongs to us.
They can never truly turn off the lights with us.
The path that led to you was Hell before the Heaven,
with you as the first angel to meet me.
As long as you are the light, they can never turn it off,
and you are the light.
I have written so many songs for you.

General - Poetry

Visual Poetry

Future Unknown

I walk into the room moonlight glistens on my face
You are lying in the bed watching me undress
I slowly and seductively slip off my robe
The excitement you cannot suppress
I walk over to the bed and lean over you temptingly
You reach up your hands to make contact with my skin
I grab them and interlock our fingers then lay them down
Then the moment you’ve been waiting for starts to begin
The rest will be written with my future husband

Visual Poetry

General - Prose

A Question on Love (Pt. 1)It was supposed to be an ordinary, boring day. To Keyuri Ketsang, a young Asian American girl and Philosophy grad student, she preferred her days to be a little boring. Her work had her in the Philosophy Department of Laura Spelman College most days and she liked how quiet the department's office was--there were less than a handful of students in the Philosophy Master's program and the drama so familiar to college students seemed a distant reality for the twenty-three year old. Most days, she would post fliers for the department's student club and work on keeping the office tidy and neat (a certain difficulty with intellectuals), at least between classes and her work as a teaching aide. The most excitement she usually saw was a little gossip from the younger faculty members. She was just in the process of stapling fliers to a bulletin board when one of those professors came up to her.
"Have you looked at the posted schedule for next term, Keyuri?"
Keyuri t

May Your Farewells Be Only FiniteThe night was warm. Still. The curious, ember glows of iron-wrought lanterns peered closely at two strangers walking along the path, their interest piqued by the loud silences they left in their wake. Sundrop leaves dappled with crimson hung as a canopy overhead, an arched shield that obscured the too-vivid brilliance of the sheer night sky. They discussed what they were going to do with their lives from here on out, oblivious to the stars that splattered in a silver web above them. She wondered what made life worth living, and he wondered why life even existed. The path was silent, listening.
There was something mystical about that night, as their footsteps padded softly along the shimmering pathway. At the end of the tunnel, far ahead, throbbed a luminous, azure light, an opalescent sky of colors gliding across the leaves. Two silent, separate shadows walked beside the lone couple, casting ghostly imprints of themselves upon darkened branches. Despite the haunting presence of the lig

Crashing I’m not a person who’s very good with words in general. I mean, how could anyone be, when you find your mom sticking her tongue down your boyfriend’s throat? That being said, I can be pretty good with a particular group of words that can make most people feel uncomfortable but I think I had every right in this case. The worst part was that I had been dating him in order to please my mom, irony right? I guess you could say it wasn’t really a loss to me. If anything I should’ve thanked my mom – actually, no, scratch that I don’t owe her anything. The woman named me Britney for Christ sake I belonged on the sidelines with some pom-poms, not on the basketball court. Out of resentment, I had people call me by my middle name, Reilly. Really, what I guess I’m trying to say is this was kind of the final straw that broke the camel’s back – or however the cliché saying goes. It was finally time I grew a s

Blood Love: The Viscount Vampire Chp 5

Blood Love
Lin and Leonidas
The Viscount Vampire
Chapter Five
“Can I allow myself to feel something for someone again without the fear of having them ripped away from me again?” – L
Lin
Lin stared down at the Mad Hatter still close to tears as she thought of Mackenzie. Sweet lovable Mackenzie who would do anything for her and she hoped that she would be strong enough to see her again.
She placed the bunny on the carpet and stared at her hand, recalling the brief moment when he hands on were on his face. She was grateful her heart no longer beat because it would have exploded when Leonidas put her hands on his face. His scent was so intoxicating to her.
She pushed aside a few of the clothes in the case and saw that he had brought her school uniform and her books as well as her vacation homework. “He knows me well,” he mused.
Lin picked out something simple to wear, just a black day dress. She washed up in the pristine bathroom adjacent to the room before he

General - Prose

Supernatural - Prose

As Intangible as a GhostI think Colin was lonely. He kept on coming up to my house, day after day after day. Even after I'd explained for the thousandth time that hello, I wasn't that kind of psychic.
Yes, I could see him. And yes, that was rare. I think only one out of maybe a hundred thousand people can see ghosts? And Upton was too small to have a genuine psychic in residence. He told me that until I moved in, no one had ever seen him. And tethered to the cemetery, unable to go more than a few miles, he couldn't leave town to seek anyone out.
But I wasn't the kind of psychic he was looking for. I didn't carry messages for the dead. I didn't try to help them move on to the next life. Heck, until I met Colin I avoided talking to them pretty easily: ghosts are selfish, and when they realize they can't impress you and you can't help them, they move on to talk to each other instead of the boring teenage girl.
But Colin kept on coming to visit me. And he was polite enough about it that I never felt like I

The Goddess of Time

The Goddess of Time
My body is always heavy because I am not allowed to take a break as I always must continue to walk down my path. My long brown hair was slightly moving from the slight hot breeze as today in the the never ending sands of time it was hot.
The souls of my feet where cracked from the burning hot steps, my throat was so dry from the hot air but I still continued to walk as I felt the hot sun beating down on my skin as the breeze came through again slightly blowing my white dress that danced in the wind. In the distance was a clock that was always spinning as I would walk along the steps of time each step I took I watched a new eras form, the bloody wars, and generations of people who changed history.
People would come into this time line as I would watch many as they traveled on the same path I walk everyday except unlike me when they reach the end of their clock as they slowly faded away into the sands of time their exist fading into tiny pieces of sand along this eter

Supernatural - Prose

Fantasy - Prose

NecessityI stare at Lori as she grows smaller and smaller, wringing my hands. She's always been the brave one, doing dares, taking risks, while I just watch her in awe, and sometimes terror.
It's terror at the moment. She's twenty feet up, and still climbing.
There's a little clump of 10-year-old boys from the neighborhood watching avidly next to me. One of them got one of those new drone toys with lots of propellers for Christmas, he's been flying it around nearly every day since. It was a little creepy, because the thing had a camera and I swear I'd seen it hovering outside my window once. But if you watched him use it, it was endearing, that laser-like focus only little kids seem to be able to muster for gadgets or whatever incomprehensible collectible card game they're playing.
Now his expression is torn between anguish and hope. The drone is dangling from one of the highest branches of a large tree, leaves jammed into the propeller openings. Lori a

Fantasy - Prose

Sci-Fi - Prose

Night under stars.Night under the stars
Characters: Young Obi Wan Kenobi (age 19) and young Duchess Satine Kryze (age 19) Qui Gon Jinn
The sound of the grass passed through his ears as he let the soft sound rustle through his mind, letting it relax him. The smell of blossoms filled his nose as he lay there upon the grass, twisting strands of it through his finger. Beside him was his lightsaber, his boots kicked off and flat on the floor behind him and one hand behind his auburn hair, raising it slightly of the ground. a small rustle from behind him startled him as he suddenly sat up and felt two warm hands cover his eyes.
"Guess who?" a small, sweet voice spoke behind him, her hot breath breathing down his neck, her long hair tickling his face.
"I wonder milady" he said, slowly taking his hands and removing the young woman's hands from his eyes to reveal a pair of icy blue eyes staring into his. Satine was in a simple, light blue dress that flowed round her and draped across the floor, her blonde hair w

Sci-Fi - Prose

Comedy - Prose

Because Writing Keeps Me Human Just because it is burning my mind, and it holds a grenade that blasts everything I have into remnants of his musky scent; because I feel like I'm gagging, except that I'm coughing poems and vomiting metaphors; because words can be a crumpled piece of paper drowned in tears, and every poem written can be blended into fiction; and because my limbs feel like they had been devoured by the lava in the words and the music notes I play sink deep between the piano keys, and apparently banging the keys does not help silencing the empty screams at night.
Because the clock seems to slow down whenever I am planting your name in ink and paper; and because nobody ever listens to me the way poetry do; because poetry sees the "warning: fragile, handle with care" sign on me and knows that I break easily; because I can sculpt him into dreams and heavens and he will never know he exists in poems

Comedy - Prose

Horror - Prose

Broken piecesMy soul has been pulverised by this dark creature.
Give it back! Yeah what we had.
Take it back, the times I was sad, crazed and mad.
Now I'm just glad that this isn't just a fad.
Now Free fall with me.
As we spiral back descending into gravity.
This sickness revolves inside.
It poisons me forever like a fresh scar.
Steals all I need away from me.
How do we move on from this state?
This hell devolves beside me.
With the blood I let for her on that night.
So long ago now it seems.
Yet still remember that night piercing my soul.
Tearing into my flesh like a razor blade.
Of what you fear, I bear forevermore.
No! I can't get close, not ever.
It's a grave fear like a dagger expelled from my stomach.
Clawing it's way out from the inside to pierce my flesh and spit out my bones.
I can't get close, I can't be alone.
Is this my endless feat?
Yeah, just free fall with me now.
Like the broken souls we are in the valley of the damned.

Horror - Prose

Fanfiction

Blood Companions

Blood Companions

Months.
Not days, or weeks. But months. And it was all for nothing.
Halena sighed heavily as she pulled her bath towel firmly around her torso and lounged across her motel bed. In truth, the woman had been dry for quite some time, but having just received an unwanted visitor she had yet to get dressed.
“How the hell did he find me,” the woman, who was actually a demon, growled to herself as she raked a shaky hand through her soft brown hair, and stared up at the vaguely white ceiling fan that floated above her.
She had been on the run for months; fresh out of hell and free of her dark peers and their torments. She had played it smart, covered her tracks and kept a low profile. . . but in the end her efforts had been nothing more than an embarrassing waste.
Halena had just stepped out from the shower when Crowley had appeared, saying they needed to talk. The meeting had been perfe

Fanfiction

General Non-Fiction

Validating Your Tears (I'm Sorry) But what you don't know is that I am frustrated that I can't write a poem about the thorns growing on my veins or icebergs rooting in my heart. I can't write about the void in me when he no longer plays me Beethoven's music or sings me out of tune songs.
Because there is none. I didn't feel anything when he left.
Truth is, I want to feel crushed and heart broken, because at least sadness could prove that I did love him and that what he said about me never loving him is wrong. And I don't want to prove him right with being happy.
I want to write something beautiful about him. I want to write a poem because that is what I know, that is the only thing that had me getting my emotions back in boxes. I want to write a poem about us smiling with dandelions on the roadsides and

General Non-Fiction

Historical and Letters

end of summer love letterWhen I explore your body, I get lost in a library of time stored on shelves- 16 hour bus rides, 9 years worth of longing. Longing for your touch like a tea pot tipping, waiting for the water to land. A cup of coffee sat on a counter getting cold, our story put on hold, brought back to life years later. We’ve blown off the dust, and the story has matured. In a field your freckles are stars in the sky, tiny city lights that can only be seen from the top of a hill. Since August 2006, an apple seed has become an orchard.
On my skin you drew rivers and roads with your fingers. You found the route to my heart and made a nest, reminding me that life is very fragile, that we are just birds looking for a home. Nine years makes us as vast as the ocean, yet we are as intricate as the little lines on a map, branches in a forest, veins in a finger. Your touch is hot coffee mixing in with the cream.
I’ve felt you pull my hips to yours, and I have felt you deep inside me, but I have also

Historical and Letters

Scripts and Screenplays

SarnaWhen I first met Sarna she was 21, I was 22. From the moment I saw her I knew that I loved her. It’s hard to explain this love, for it wasn’t like romance or even sexual attraction, but a part of me cared for her in a way that I’d never experienced before. Her eyes piercing through my very soul. Selflessly I wanted to protect her from the harms of this world. She was so beautiful and amazingly kind and I felt proud to know her and witness her strength in the wake of her father of whom had recently passed away. Sometimes she would cry in my arms and I didn’t know what to say other than the simple words that I knew for sure; "I love you". "you’re my angel", "I’m so proud of you and I’ll never forget you".
The funny thing was that I had felt so empty lately, almost like a ghost, I could hardly remember my own past, so dissociated, all of my memories seemed to have passed in what felt like years long ago.
It was in september that she was admitted t

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Winter Romance Contest 2012-2013

Winter loveTwilight on the California beach,
the soft cry of seagulls fill the air.
Sand crabs dance beneath my feet,
as the low lure of the waves draw me in.
Hand gliding through the surf- flowing
with the strength of the deep- grasping
unto the tip of a feather.
That is when I remember you the most,
your frantic scream breaking me from my daydreams.
“Are you crazy lady? It is thirty degrees!”
Those words, they continue to run their course.
Stepping from the ocean, blackbird feather in hand,
I turn to look at you, to see that dumb founded gaze.
“You don’t know the half of it.” I laughed.
Winters are unlike summers, where
summers have flings, a couple months of
momentary kisses that never linger longer than
unexpected pregnancies.
Winter however, brings less of a bitter sting.
or so I thought until you entered my life.
Your eyes were always in a bubble of adoration,
like a loyal dog gleaming up at his master.
You became my best friend, fingers entwined.
In time, we w

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End of Summer Romance Lit Contest - Winners!

by YppleJax, Sep 23, 2015, 7:47:24 AM
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End of Summer Romance Lit Contest (Prose/Poetry)

by YppleJax, Sep 21, 2015, 6:26:59 AM
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End of Summer Romance Lit Contest

Some of us are already heading back to school, others are trying to squeeze the most out of the season before the dim months settle over us. Let's capture the feeling of summer and the passions that can emerge when time is short! To plant some seeds, entries will need to somehow incorporate each of the three elements below: ice cream, sunglasses and a fast-approaching date.

Deadlines:

Submissions open September 2nd, 2015 and close September 22, 2015 11:59 PM UTC
Judging begins September 23
Prizes will be awarded by the end of September, unless we get a huge number of entries...which would be awesome, but in which case I will apologize and it will take longer.

Details:

Theme
This should go without saying, but I'll say it anyway: Romance and Summer
All of the three elements referenced above: ice cream, sunglasses and a fast-approaching date
Length/Style
Poetry - minimum 50 words, maximum 500 words
Prose - minimum 300 words, maximum 3000 words
Fan-fiction is allowed, but the piece must stand on its own merits even if readers aren't familiar with the fandom!
No Mature Content this time, let's start slow
Judging Criteria
Originality
Technique (spelling counts, kids!)
Feels

Submission Rules:

New work, created for this contest only
Include a link to this journal in the author's comment of your entry
Submit your entry to the Summer Romance Contest 2015 gallery
As with all submissions to RomanceforEveryone, contest entry deviations must be categorized Romance! This is my SRS face! ಠ_ಠ
Only submit one entry per style category. You may submit separate poetry and prose entries if you wish, but you can only win one set of prizes!
Have Fun!

Current Prize Slots: (One per person...if someone places in both categories, they will receive the higher prize set, and the prizes will slide downward in the other category.)

Poetry
1st Place
300 points courtesy of RomanceforEveryone
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2nd Place
150 points courtesy of RomanceforEveryone
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3rd Place
100 points courtesy of RomanceforEveryone
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Prose
1st Place
300 points courtesy of RomanceforEveryone
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2nd Place
150 points courtesy of RomanceforEveryone
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3rd Place
100 points courtesy of RomanceforEveryone
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A big thank you to generous donors to the group's general prize pool: DarkLover33, YppleJax
If anyone would like to donate more prizes, be they points, art, features, etc...just comment or drop me a note and I'll add 'em to the list and love you forever!

If you can't help with prizes, just faving or featuring this journal would be a huge help as well!

Update 1: There are a little less than 36 hours left in the contest, but we only have one entry for poetry and none at all for prose! Sharpen your quills and get scratching, heartfelt scribes!

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Let's get this party started!

by YppleJax, Aug 6, 2015, 10:35:00 AM
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Welcome Back!

First, I hope everyone will be excited to learn that inknalcohol has joined us as a Contributor! He'll be handling most prose submissions for now, and Yours Jaxly will be sweeping up the rest, with Shannon-Sweeney poking a finger in here and there when she finds the time.

Next, I'm sure some of you have already noticed a trickle of submissions starting to come through...I've decided to start accepting submissions immediately. If the volume grows faster than we pick up new Contributors to handle things, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, but for now I'd rather have something than nothing.

So for now, be sure to give the rules a quick read first, but otherwise please feel free to once again share your literary love!

P.S. Keep watching, we'll be offering some contests, challenges, and other opportunities for group participation in the very near future! If you're interested in donating prizes for that sort of thing, thank you, just drop me or the group a note!

-YppleJax

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