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I Absolutely Do“I have only one request.” She said to him, here eyes squinty and reserved.
“And what might that be?” His lips ghosted over her neck, greedily sucking at her tender, flushing flesh.
“Don’t look at me.” She closed her eyes in defeat.
He stopped his soft bruising of her collarbone to watch her face, his brow creasing uneasily. “Why?”
“Because this isn’t how I want to be remembered.” Her eyes shifted under their lids.
“Abby. Do you really think this is all I’ll remember of you?” She felt his warm palm rest on her cheek, his breath at her ear.
“You’re more than whatever happens or doesn’t tonight.” He whispered.
Her eyes opened, doe-wide, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and chest; pulling him closer. “You promise?”
“I absolutely do.”
He Reminds Me Of BreakfastYou smell like cereal. Honey Smacks or Cheerios; I can't decide. But I like it. I know that it's not your usual aroma, but it's a sweet change of pace. You flop beside me on my bed, and I know you can tell I've been crying; my mood is fouled and my eyes are red. But there you lay, next to me in an almost-yet-not-quite fetal position, your eyes look up at me like a child's when they're first caught in a lie. Your innocence kills me, but not enough to send fissures through my mask. No, I silently command to myself, maintaining this zombie-like facade.
I notice we're both wearing blue, and no matter how many times you insist, I swear it wasn't on purpose. Merely chance. I feel myself warming up to you and as you smile, I can't help but crack one myself, your sarcasm appreciated in ways I cannot explain. You then comment on my scent as I did on yours, claiming I smell of fruit, when I'd much rather smell of freesia or a candy of some sort; though you know I haven't permission to wea
3. You're Not The One, You're The OnlyI was going to tell you, that when your eyes close, I keep mine open just to memorize each crevice in your eyelids. Or that I almost like the feeling of accidentally running your teeth into mine in a passionate moment. Or that sometimes you make me feel special by doing things that you probably don’t think make me feel special. But they do. They really do.
I was going to tell you, that I love kissing you in the desert rain. Or that I love it even more because you’re always the one to take me by the hand and drag me out into the pouring or only drizzling rain and press your lips on mine. Or that even afterwards, if I’m cold from the downpour, my lips are very warm.
I was going to tell you, that I want to be the only one in your life, for forever and a day. Or that you’re going to be a wonderful father someday. Or that I miss you when you’re not here lying next to me, falling asleep in the house you occasionally stay at.
I was going to tell you that I m
2. Inked Pages About YouHe is beautiful, new, unexplored. His eyes lower to the ground and his lips smack together as he swallows. It’s something he doesn’t notice he does, but I do. His lashes are longer than mine but in a way I’m only jealous of them because they get to frame his lovely dark eyes. I want to make them cry beautiful tears, happy tears, someday.
He is beautiful, new, unexplored. His body trembles as much as it does when he’s in the cold, but we’re in a very warm room. I touch his hand and bring it to my chest whispering encouraging things like “I Love You” and “Touch Me” and he stays firmly planted at my shoulder, either too scared or too stubborn to move it further. I kiss that palm and say it’s alright that he doesn’t want to, even when I don’t feel like it is. I put my arms back into shirtsleeves and he stops me from pulling it on again just to look into my eyes and say “I love you.”
1. You're Beautiful, BoyHey. Hey you. I like you.
But I‘m not going to tell you. I’m going to gaze at you from across the classroom hoping maybe you’ll look back at me in time for our eyes to meet, even momentarily. I’ll notice the way you never smile and that you have brown eyes. And maybe I’ll accidentally bump into you when I leave the room, so that when I apologize for doing so, you’ll look at me and say not to worry about it. And I won’t, because you will have said not to.
You’ll ask me to teach you to dance, even when I’ll be just as bad as you are. But I’ll learn you will touch me gently and gentlemanly, your hands never left my waist even when I expect them to. You’ll tell me bits and pieces about yourself, the good parts that I’ll come to love the most. Your favorite color is blue and you live alone. I respect you instantly; you deserve it.
We’ll write your bucket list together, and by that, I mean you’l
Balloons Race Her To HeavenIt's two o'clock in the morning, and foggy, but I'm holding that balloon. The white one. Her white one. Popped, raggedy, worn. Black polka-dots drawn on. She wanted a pink one, but there were only black and white. So tonight I brought her a pink one.
I sit on a park bench that I've been sitting on since eight twenty-two last night, trees encroaching on my shoulders. I feel like the wind blows them lower, closer, but the wind isn't blowing and they're still coming closer.
I suddenly realize I'm not breathing when I try to hold my breath; I'd already been doing it. I can't find it in me to leave. I don't even have enough strength in my limp mind to do anything but think of her. My little girl.
She would've been twelve today. Her mother's blue eyes, her mother's beautiful fair skin. She looked exactly like her. She was the only one I had. Maybe fate gave me a second chance, something to hope for. But that changed six years ago.
"Daddy! I'm gonna go play on the swings, hold my balloon
you're too cute. | futakuchi kenji
❝ D-Don't say embarrassing things like that, Kenji! ❞
❝ Aha, sorry! You're just too cute! ❞
"[Name]-chi!" you jump at the sudden yell; thankfully, you didn't drop your food (otherwise it would have been a total waste of money). Futakuchi grins at the sight of you and snakes his arms around your waist from behind, placing small chaste kisses on your cheeks. Your face turns into a deep shade of red and you tried to tell him to get off of you (although stutters only came out of your lips as you attempted to tell him to remove himself off of you).
"I've been looking everywhere for you!" he says. He didn't want to remove himself off of you — he wanted to continue touching you, and holding you in his arms, feeling your warmth. And so, he held you tight, pulling you closer to him — not wanting to let you go. He rests his head on your shoulder, and he could see the colours of pink and red that covered your face. He smiled, "Why are you eati
finnceline... una perfecta mezclaCap.1
Todo empieza en una tierra llamada Ooo llena de sorpresas y aventuras.
(en la casa del árbol)
finn se encontraba durmiendo jake al ver que aun estaba durmiendo y eran mas de las 10 de las mañana fue a despertarlo, pero después de intento y intento fallido se le viene una idea a la mente.
jake- finn si no te despiertas cuando cuenta hasta tres no me dejaras de otra- al ver que no le hacia caso empezó a contar-1...2...3... te lo adverti- le dijo aventándole una cubeta llena de agua fría :3 (que malote ese de jake xD)
finn- que!!! jake que te pasa perro loco, porque me aventaste una cubeta de agua y para el colmo esta fría 7.7- le dijo a jake enojado
jake- ustedes jovencito no me venga a reclamarme, tu eras el que no te levantabas ya son mas de las diez de la mañana y tu desayuno se esta enfriando- le dijo jake entre enojado
finn- que! ya esta el desayuno que hay de desayunar- le dijo a jake feliz olvidando su enojo
jake- uppps pero que te voy
FriendshipThe picture is fading. The light, once eminent, once profound, falls to darkness; casting long ominous shadows on the side-walk. I stopped for a final photograph; in awe of the radiant beams of colour that brightened the underbelly of illuminated clouds and watched as the sun set and pulled its perfect light from an azure sky. There will never be anything more perfect than that moment and now that it is gone I realise that it will never be repeated, never be replicated and even as the sun does set, it will never shine against the clouds in the exact same way. Each time is a gift. Each precious sun set is meant to be cherished and treasured. I feel lucky to have the photograph.
Friends and lovers are like sunsets, they come into our lives for a beautiful shining moment and some of them fade just as quickly but it doesn't make them any less worth the moment we spent. This is my ode to you. I am the keeper of hopes and dreams and should you wish to seek me for conversation, story or anyth
The Refrigerator In the middle of the night, I awaken. Darkness drapes across the furniture, the walls. But in the shadows, all I see is you.
You're not here. You're at home, sound asleep.
Everyone's at home, sound asleep.
Only I walk in the hallway.
Silence and darkness surrounds me. Wrapping around me like blankets.
Mug in hand, I enter the kitchen. The red eye of the television, unblinking. The computer, asleep.
The refrigerator wirrs and churns.
She's in love. In love with the one that left her.
Only the refrigerator understands.
Why the Moon Follows You[Author's Note: The story contains moderate slash.]
"Look up at the sky," Jonathan pointed at the bright, round, full moon that shone bright amongst many stars that dotted the black, night sky. "Look at the moon."
"It's full. And round," Zachary replied, pointing out the obvious.
"Well, yeah, but have you ever wondered why it seems to follow you as you move?"
"Probably something to do with perspective and the spherical shape of both the earth and our eyes?"
"Perhaps, but what is certain is that I am the moon to you," Jonathan explained. "No matter how small you may sometimes feel, just remember that in the dark of night, there is a big, spherical object in the sky that follows you as you move. It sees you as important. And just like the moon, I see you as important even when you feel otherwise."
"But doesn't the moon do that for everyone?"
"I personally do not believe in a god, but in that case, the universe, then, is the moon to all of life on earth. Compared to the moon, even the gre
Heart StringsI’ve known her my entire life.
I’ve loved her for the better half or it,
She does not know that I’m alive.
I’ve comforted her in her moments of heartbreak,
joined her in her moments of happiness.
She does not know that I am alive.
To her, I shall always be a means to an end.
I give her the freedom to express her most heartfelt of emotions.
Were it not for this curse,
I could hold her close,
and show my love for her.
Alas, I am cursed to this wretched form.
Forced to love her from afar,
to watch her heart be broken time and time again.
The only comfort I can offer,
is that of my strings.
I will love her forever,
as her beloved guitar.
I long for the day my curse breaks.
So I can prove to her,
that I am all she’s ever needed.
Oceans“You remind me of who I am”, she says in a soft broken voice.
His arm wraps around her shoulder and he strokes her neck with tender fingers. I watch them from my balcony, hidden by overgrown weeds and spinifex. They meet here every now and then, not regularly. Once a year sometimes or once every two. Sometimes I don’t see them for 5 years or longer.
The first time I noticed them, they were just teenagers. They turned up drunk, stumbling through the overgrowth that borders my yard. I figured they had come up from the beach and were just out for a bit of fun. He was giggling as she ran and squealed, convinced she’d seen a ghost. They sat on my garden bench for a while, chatting about bands, his baby son and how the city would have looked different in the 70’s, with scant dirt roads and roaming surfer dudes, drawn to the ocean, their long-boards underarm.
When their conversation fell silent, I looked up to see if they had gone. Bright stars above a dark ocean
Heartbreaker - Flash FictionI felt his hands on me before I saw him. I knew immediately who it was, and I broke into a smile, the frown between my brows straightening out. His arms wrapped around me from behind, his hands resting on my hips, his arms crossing across my belly. His lips pressed at my neck, and I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and looked at the familiar tan on his neck. Pecking a brief kiss onto the delicate skin, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the press of his chest against my back, wondering how I ever could have gone by without it. His arms pulled me closer, and I opened my eyes again, taking in the sharp features of his beautiful face, the sway of his nose, the strong colors of his eyes, and I swear that I was falling for him all over again. I turned around in his embrace, wrapping my own arms around his neck, now getting a full view of his face, the face that had me falling again and again, the mouth that comforted me on the bad days, the eyes that looked at me with such wonder, the dimple
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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