Lisa D

“Smile!” by Lisa D

Submitted to Contest #255

Beep. Beep. Beep. 6:00AM She slowly sits upright, adjusting her disheveled pajamas and smiling at the clock. Quietly, she climbs out of bed, careful to flatten out the linen and blankets behind her. She then slips on her rose fuzzy slippers and heads to the bathroom, careful to not wake the sleeping man beside her. After turning on the shower, she quickly undressed and observed herself in the mirror. She traced her fingers over the hip bones that slightly jut out before moving them up to her waist that was the smallest she’d ever seen it. He...

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“Unlocked Lips” by Lisa D

Submitted to Contest #242

“You never told me your secret.” We walked through the vacant halls of the Louvre, golden light streaming through the skylight glass panes and illuminating Mona’s curious amber eyes. “Well I have no secrets anymore.” She raised an eyebrow, prompting me to continue. “Does it matter if it’s not my secret anymore?” She stopped walking and turned to me fully, no hint of her usual mischievous grin. A soft smile graced her face as she gently grabbed my arm.  “Tell me anyway?” I looked down, her piercing gaze too much as I bore my soul out to ...

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“The Enigma Of Quisenberry Manor” by Lisa D

“Thank you so much for taking care of Lela, it means the world to us.” Ms. Quisenberry smiled, grabbing her black petticoat from the wooden antique coat rack. “We haven’t had a date night in what feels like years. I just can’t fathom leaving her alone anymore.” Mr. Quisenberry leaned down so his lips brushed against the skin of my ear, his voice a quiet rumble. “That’s because she’s a paranoid b-“ “Of course, Ms. Quisenberry!” I plastered on a large grin, shooting a glare at his small chuckle. “I am always happy to help.” “You can call...

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“The Enigma Of Quisenberry Manor” by Lisa D

Submitted to Contest #200

“Thank you so much for taking care of Lela, it means the world to us.” Ms. Quisenberry smiled, grabbing her black petticoat from the wooden antique coat rack. “We haven’t had a date night in what feels like years. I just can’t fathom leaving her alone anymore.” Mr. Quisenberry leaned down so his lips brushed against the skin of my ear, his voice a quiet rumble. “That’s because she’s a paranoid b-“ “Of course, Ms. Quisenberry!” I plastered on a large grin, shooting a glare at his small chuckle. “I am always happy to help.” “You can call...

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“The Enigma Of Quisenberry Manor” by Lisa D

“Thank you so much for taking care of Lela, it means the world to us.” Ms. Quisenberry smiled, grabbing her black petticoat from the wooden antique coat rack. “We haven’t had a date night in what feels like years. I just can’t fathom leaving her alone anymore.” Mr. Quisenberry leaned down so his lips brushed against the skin of my ear, his voice a quiet rumble. “That’s because she’s a paranoid b-“ “Of course, Ms. Quisenberry!” I plastered on a large grin, shooting a glare at his small chuckle. “I am always happy to help.” “You can call...

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“The Enigma Of Quisenberry Manor” by Lisa D

“Thank you so much for taking care of Lela, it means the world to us.” Ms. Quisenberry smiled, grabbing her black petticoat from the wooden antique coat rack. “We haven’t had a date night in what feels like years. I just can’t fathom leaving her alone anymore.” Mr. Quisenberry leaned down so his lips brushed against the skin of my ear, his voice a quiet rumble. “That’s because she’s a paranoid b-“ “Of course, Ms. Quisenberry!” I plastered on a large grin, shooting a glare at his small chuckle. “I am always happy to help.” “You can call...

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“Devilish Salvation” by Lisa D

Submitted to Contest #175

The devil is downstairs. They said he would seek the ruins of souls, but it seems like he just seeks to ruin my soul. Temptation through candied words and dulcet praise, luring me in until he crushes me again. He devoured the pieces of my shattered soul, thriving off each ruined dream.  He says he loves me, but I am no longer a fool. The scars that remain on my once bloodied heart remind me that his marred body only holds evil. I tiptoe around, careful to not wake the beast. But alas, I live with the devil. Is it possible to not get b...

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“Dear Wilbur, Do You Remember How I Loved You?” by Lisa D

Submitted to Contest #105

Dear Wilbur,Do you remember when we first met? I do. I was the new kid at school, getting teased out of my mind for my pink light up shoes, and my hands trembling. I remember locking myself in the bathroom, tears filling my eyes. And I remember you. You, barging in, like the sun after a thunderstorm, lighting up my life like those sketchers I lost so long ago. Did I ever tell you that you were my sun? You were. You lit up every day after that, every moment.I remember the day he came into the picture too. The new kid, the british exchange stu...

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“Hey There Delilah” by Lisa D

Submitted to Contest #78

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into my lap. “Please? For me?”I gently strummed the guitar that rested in my other arm. I was trying to convince her to sing as I played, but as per usual, she was being stubborn. As much as I pleaded with her, she never wanted to sing in front of others, not even me. She had always been a bit bashful and reserved, but it was another thing I loved about her. She was mine. Nobody would ever see her the way I did, no one would ever see how she truly was, behind the walls she put up to hide f...

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