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“Tell me something you’ve never told anyone before.” James had never been good at thinking on his feet, and he was completely unprepared for the question. He had been focusing most of his attention on trying not to stare at Brie’s ass as she attempted to balance on the wooden barrier lining the sidewalk, while simultaneously asking himself questions like
My heart flutters. The butterflies in my stomach are going hectic. Palms clammy. Watching him walk through the aisles of the store, I feel myself smiling.“What are you smiling at?” Iphis jokes with me.“Not a thing.”“Manda I know you better than that.”“Damn it, I’m too high to think right now.”We both laugh as we go through the aisles.He presses his hands on my hips and guides me in front of him. Due to his height, he has to straddle me as he takes his steps. I wonder what people think when they se...
"Kill him, Mark" Shots were fired endlessly and soon the screen blacked out and said 'YOU LOSE.'"Damn it Mark! We lost, again" Lisa shook her head. Glaring at Mark she thought of just about 100 different ways she could mess his so called 'fabulous' hair when suddenly everything turned black except a few bright red spots seen through the openings of the hands. She immediately knew who it was."Tern can you stop covering my eyes.... I promise I'll try not to kill your best friend if you do." Soon enough he did. She turned aroun...
A Sympathetic InterlocutorbyD.A. Cairns Decorated was the word that first came to mind when he noticed her cheeks. Breaking eye contact only very briefly because he wanted to hold her gaze as long as possible, the strange patterns on her cheeks caught his attention. They might have been scars, burn scars or, had they been located somewhere else on her body, the kind of scars left after a surgical attempt ...
I was fresh out of high school, not too fresh I guess because I was headed off to college. I had said my goodbyes to my parents tears filling my eyes. I knew I had to go but I wasn’t ready to leave my whole childhood. Thankfully I had my best friend with me, we were both heading to college in New York. I was a 5’2 light skinned with brown eyes and long curly hair, and my best friend was about 5'3 dark skinned with brown eyes and curly short light brown hair. As w...
He was a stranger, and he was strange. He had thick black hair and spiky handwriting and he stuttered.He was an odd one out, and he didn’t know if he was loved.His name was Aaron.Aaron was young, with strong fingernails and a typing score of two hundred words a minute. He didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life. He was in the tenth grade and he was a shunned oddball.Poor Aaron. He ...
Protective stone walls stood vigil above the overgrown treetops, proud despite the cracks and dirt that coated their every inch. Once, this place had been grand, with each inch of every building intended to represent the best, most well-maintained prison that ever stood. But now, Jeremy could hardly recognize anything. “Hello everyone! Welcome to Stillwater Penitentiary! One of America’s most haunted locations!” The tour guide said, the sweetness of her saccharine smile leaking into her words. Rolling his eyes, J...
“Hey, hope you have a good night.” Joe texted Emmie. Emmie was hurriedly walking to the quad. Her teeth chattered but her heart was warm from wine. “Thanks babe,” Emmie texted back, hurriedly. She could hardly feel her fingers. “Remember, if it looks like anything happens tonight with Heather or someone, you ha...
He watched her from afar, he was silent always silent. She was beautiful and full of light, her touch was warm always warm. But he was never able to touch her, she was always just out of his reach and no matter how badly he wanted to be able to hold her in his arms, she was always gone before he could even try. It was rare but there were times when he got a small look into what it would be like to be able to touch her, though it was nothing more than a hint of a feeling. Those were the times when he could finally happily bask in her light...
“I love you, why can’t you believe that?” He asks. She asks. They ask. I’m at the movie theater with him. I’m on the couch in her apartment. I’m sitting in our favorite restaurant underneath the warmest lights. First date, second date, third date.
Prompt: Write a story about unrequited love Misha – a story about a different kind of love By Liz Lewis Things weren’t going well for us in Germany, not with the bad exchange rate that Dad was always complaining about. But somehow, he finally managed to find us a small house. They called it a cottage. “Cottage” would make it sound quite nice though, cute. This wasn’t. It was the drabbest house ever. Square,...
Sam and Emma met in third grade and they knew immediately that they would be friends for a long time. They played together at recess and talked about how mean that school bully is in their free time. Sure enough Sam caught a little third grade love bug for Emma. It didn't take long for Emma to find out though. Sam was talking to his friend Ty about who he liked. Little did Sam know Emma could hear the whole conversation, and ev...
“I thought I had my chance when he was gone. See I wasn’t old enough to join the war like he was, and I thought that that might give me the chance to talk to you. It was silly of me to feel happy about someone going into war, but I guess that just proves I was too young and innocent. Even when you said goodbye to him you smiled, though you looked so sad. I thought If I managed to cheer you up, you might share a real smile with me.”
I love Maria. Maria is a beautiful girl. She has a calming voice. She loves to sing. She loves conveying the emotion of every song she performs. The thing is, I’m her only audience – and sadly, she doesn’t know who I am. She only sings to herself and I’m lucky enough to witness her mini concerts. I love the fact that I can indulge my self in my muse’s greatness, but it’s also a shame that other people cannot hear her. She has always been alone. Her parents never really seemed to care about her. I wish they can look ...
Annie practically threw herself through the hospital room door. Leo was laying propped up, just slightly, in the bed, his golden curls matted to his forehead with sweat and blood. He turned to look at her and his face lit up in just that way that made him seem almost angelic. Blue eyes, golden curls, pale skin, and finely formed features. Sometimes she wondered if maybe he was an angel. Maybe that’s why his heart was constantly failing, he just didn’t belong to this world… “What are you staring at?” He laughed shakily a...
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