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To even glimpse of the Suns true beauty is impossible. Since near the beginning of time she has hidden herself from all. She shrouds herself in a haze. She does this out of heartache, for she is a guilt ridden spirit. Only once has he removed that veil and allowed one to stare in all her flourishing flares. He never failed to watch her enter, and never let himself miss her leave. She spent her journey through the sky speaking and laughing with him all through the day. He spent little time for himself and seemed to live to see her wake. Th...
Miles DeLan was in love. It was pretty unbelievable since he was only in first grade. But he was in love nonetheless. And the girl he was in love with was Beatrix Wilksby. Golly, she was a pretty first grader. An angel sent to earth. She had silky black hair and beautiful pale white skin. Small--and strangely white--freckles dotted her rosy cheeks. However the most captivating thing about her was her eyes; amber with flecks of gold, black, and silver dancing around in them....
I remember the way sunlight splashed across his face when first I saw him, dappling it with shadow. We were in this very forest, amidst these same stands of fir and pine that have swathed Mount Kithairon since the first days. This vale, alas, is a cursed place. A beautiful place, but cursed all the same, for Hera stole my words and sequestered me here as punishment for my lust. Never mind that it was Zeus who forced himself upon me. I was an Oread... treacherous seduction was bred into my immortal blood. Who would believe that I was ...
It was a tragic love after all, for him to end up lifeless in her arms. Blood was still warm on her lips, slick between her fingers, and it stained such a beautiful shade, like mulberry wine. It was easy to see why, without out it pulsing through his veins, beneath his skin, he had turned such an ugly, pallid grey. Still, that did little to dim her feelings, so she pressed a kiss to his cold cheek, leaving a stain behind, an eternal mark of her love, smeared in crimson blo...
I have never felt worthy of the love of others. I’m not sure why. I came from a warm and loving home but I never thought that I would find my one true love. Before my parents died and left me alone, they’d always tell each other the story of how they met and fell in love. It was as though they were telling each other for the first time with me listening in beside them. The dramatic retelling was like a beautiful love story coming alive on stage. It always made my heart ache, because I never thought I’d get to do the same with a wife of my...
At thirteen years old Calvin realises he feels something new for his best friend. Logically, he knew it was a crush, but that didn’t make it any less weird. He had never really experienced a crush before, of course he had noticed attractive people before, but he had never really felt anything more than mild appreciation for their good looks.Calvin watched his best friend from a distance. It was in that moment that he realised; he didn’t like this feeling at all. He felt gross and weird. It felt wrong to be romantically a...
It could make an inconvenient mess out of the dolled-up makeup and hair that consumed a woman’s afternoon in preparation for her evening out, but she loved the way the dew from the Carolina humidity deposited a thin veil of moisture onto her skin. It was the perfect mix of science and human emotion as she watched others blot the wetness from their brows, noses and necks so as not to disrespect the time it took for them to apply eyeshadows, foundations and colognes to display their best selves. “Unfortunate,” she thought as she felt a cas...
The music starts to seep into my ears. It's gentle and inviting. It takes me a moment but the world around me starts to fade away and soon, it is but my music and I.Whenever I get transported by music, nothing else matters but what is playing in my ears and the worlds in which it transports me to. The songs that I bring with me from phone to phone are the ones that transport me to a different dimension. Sure, I like to listen to songs that make me feel things or that are similar to what I feel, but those songs are more l...
Dear five-year-old me, Hello! You’re probably confused about this, this letter, why I’m writing this. I don’t know either. I think it’s because when I was out walking, I caught a whiff of something that smelled like fresh cut grass and hay and laundry detergent. It reminded me of my childhood, and the farm.
What do you think about when you hear the word ‘Love’? Do you think of someone special? Or something that used to be? Well, when I think about love, it’s not all happiness and butterflies and fireworks. It’s hard. Really hard. You can be at peace, or at war at any time. Who knows what will trigger it? I was in love once, it was magnificent. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I was finally happy. Happy with my life, my decisions, my opinions, everything...
Bells, feathers, ribbons, a church. A beautiful dreamy girl walked in my direction. I could see her from the altar. Her red hair done like never before. A fair dress better than anyone she had ever worn. Due all the respect and my better judgment, she was stunning. Cold sweat covered my hands. In my stomach, thousands of butterflies sat free in every direction, like a teenager on the fir...
As he took another drag of the cigarette comfortably sitting between his strong fingers his eyes seemed to glaze over. The moment the hot flame had kissed the tip of his cigarette he had made sure to move a meter away from me, making sure the smoke and its foul smell would not reach my nose. Of course, at this point, I didn’t care. I’d gotten used to the scent it was all around him. His chequered shirt I had borrowed that one time, his entire room, but worst was his bag. It reeked more than I was comfortable with ...
Fourteen years later, sitting in the same café were they had met with her four year old daughter Lisa who was focused on using her tongue to catch the cherry on the large glass of butter pecan and strawberry ice cream in front of her, Maya sighted him at the far end of the café, the one that got away. Her eyes took him all in, he hadn’t changed; he was still the most gorgeous man she ever laid eyes on. Then she noticed him reach across on the other side of the table to kiss another, almost as gorgeous as him, dres...
The boy I like has dark hair, hazel eyes, and a nice tan. His voice is deep and melodic. The sound of it sends chills racing down my spine. My heart always skips a beat when I hear his voice in the hallway outside our classroom and know that he is about to walk inside.I hear his voice in the hallway now and toss open a book on my desk, pretending to be busy. Pretending that I don't notice him as he strides into the room and slides into the chair next to mine. His cologne is light and subtle. I enjoy smelling it. It's soothing someh...
Saniya met Bruce when she was all of fifteen years old. Her beloved uncle had just passed away. He was a gifted musician and singer, whose life had been snuffed away for some senseless and unsolved reason. Her younger cousin Trish was in Bruce’s fourth grade class. He had been assigned as a substitute teacher, but then was hired on as a permanent teacher for the remainder of the school year. Trish mentioned that Bruce was also a part-time singer and that he resembled their late uncle. Saniya wanted to see for herself, so she made haste t...
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