TC - Number 14 - Smile Lucy couldn't take it anymore. She had been stressing herself out. She was going crazy for that smile. She thought about every touch, every whisper. . . none of it made sense without that maddening smile. Thinking on it made her skin crawl and tingle all at the same time. For the life of her, this train of thought was making her lose it and she had to get ready for work. She sat at her vanity and started brushing out her plain, dark red hair and sighed as she watched herself brush. She knew she wasn't perfect like all those people she read about in her fashion magazines. Her skin wasn't alabaster perfect and her lips weren't altoge
TC- Number 73 - I Can't Smack. Smack. Dominic's hand came down again and again. Maura's tear-stained face held everything that she'd been betraying for years. The hurt was there, the pain that never ended, the rage at what her husband had been doing. . . all of that poured from her eyes as his hand came down across her face for the umpteenth time since they'd been together. The baby was in the other room and sleeping like an angel. Her mother had always told her that her marriage would get better once the baby was born, but so far all that had changed was that Dominic was quicker to jump her for the smallest things. Dominic was breathing heavily and he h
TC- Number 6- Break Away Joely was asleep. She wasn't tossing and turning this time. What a shocker. She'd been having a good patch as of late. Her life hadn't sucked for a long time and her dreams were apparently cleared up too. Should have been all good, right? Then why was I so worried about her? What made me think there was something I was supposed to be doing for her? Something I was supposed to look out for. . . Ah, I was just being stupid. Joely was asleep and she was fine, so what the hell was my deal? I was late for my night class, so I kept on getting my stuff together and left. When I got on my bike, I turned my phone back on and put it on
TC - Number 11- MemoryDarius's mind was floating again. Floating down, floating away. . .just floating. It was almost as though his memories enjoyed crashing down on him and breaking him nearly in two. He couldn't help but wonder whether he had really made the wrong decision all those years ago.He could see it, clear as day. Or rather, clear as the night sky that they were standing under. Her dull red hair seemed almost perfect in the moonlight, her thin lips barely pink, her body that one iota down from perfect. . .one would never expect that she was a vampire. Hollywood seemed to have screwed up a lot of things for a lot of people.He was willing to admit t
Sunglasses At NightWhat makes you miss me?What makes me so important to you?Why am I your desire?How does this being of mine make your heart leap?Do I make you smile?Cry?Laugh?Love?Oh wait. I'm sorry. I've gone and mentioned the never-present L-word.Again.I forgive me for uttering it, what I don't forgive is the unfeeling towards it.I want love. No lie there.My heart is overflowing with the capacity. You just don't have the current capability.For that, I don't really fault you.You're not at all ready.I know you aren't.And I'll be damned if you don'tknow it too.You can't hideYou try to run with it,But alas, no dice.I get
Saturday's EnemySunday, irreverent SundayInner workings of DemonsPlastered to the wall for all to seeThey laugh and pointUntil they realize it's them that's on displayWhen they realize they're zoo animalsAll their fun bleeds away,Leaving fiery anger that courses through them.But all is not lost.For, see? They rest.They run, they screamThrowing things like monkeysBut the things they throw areNo monkey business.Scratching at Monday's doorHopeful are they to be rid of SundayI've come to the conclusionThat no one really likes Sunday to begin with.
Repayment for Sis Vaia The dancing girl was resting on the pillows. It wasn't time to regale the king yet. Though she had an idea of what he would want, she didn't want to be presumptuous and spoil her performance. Nor did she wish to lose her pretty head from where it sat upon her shoulders. The monarch always seemed keen to behead beautiful women if they ceased to impress him the way they once did. That was why this particular lady had kept her best talents hidden. Whether it was in the king's bed or in her regular performance space, she kept her abilities meted out so that he saw her body's beauty and became entranced before she threw in a bit of talent
Missing: One White Female Her eyes felt like they were on fire. Who knew that being this lonely would make her eyes react? She'd been watching television all day and now she understood just how bad lonely was supposed to feel. She guessed she'd really done it this time, what with how the woman she loved just dropped everything and left her sitting there on her couch. What had she said? 'When Hell gets a make-over and freezes over?' That sounded about right. Frannie always was a bit on the dramatic side. But that's what she got for being with someone who wrote dramas for a living. She knew Frannie'd be back. She always came back. Every time she left, s
The Littlest Love - Ch 7 Harry was hearing things, he was sure of it. He was thinking that maybe he should enlist Dobby to help him with Lily until he felt like telling Molly and Arthur about her. Then again, he was still unsure of asking Dobby to do anything. Even after all this time, he was still wary of any help Dobby could possibly provide. Harry sat back in the armchair and watched Lily play on the floor. She was happy. Well, at least she seemed happy. He could only hope that she'd be happy here with him forever. But, until then he'd have to settle for watching her play quietly on the floor like she had been. He sat back even more comfortably and kept
The Littlest Love, Ch 2 Pt 3He couldn't tear his eyes from her little round face. Something told him that she could just be the only person, however small, that he had truly had all to himself to love and protect. As exasperating as some of the scrapes they had gotten into were, he couldn't think of anything else he'd rather have been doing. Like the time Lily had gotten a hold on his wand. She'd been playing in that gym thing he'd gotten her through the muggle post and he was sitting next to her reading a book about babies (also gotten through muggle post.) She had reached over and shocked him before he knew what was going on. She was almost old enough to start w
The Littlest Love - Ch 3 Harry was beginning to worry a bit. He knew that Ron and Hermione could Apparate to see him at any time. Of course, they'd have to apparate to a secure location well outside the view of muggles. Plus, his flat was unplottable. Good idea, being that he was an Auror. Thankfully, the street his flat was located on was always really busy, so even if they just appeared out of nowhere, no one would notice really. He knew firsthand that muggles rarely saw (or accepted what they saw at any rate) when it was right under their noses. He figured his two best friends would be at least a bit sore with him for not being told about Lily sooner.
The Littlest Love- Ch 4 "Oh Harry! She's so gorgeous!" Hermione squealed with delight as Lily gave her a giggle and placed a funny sort of open-mouthed kiss on her cheek. Harry smiled widely and nodded. "Isn't she? Her hair's getting long isn't it?"It was Hermione's turn to nod. "Oh yes and it's so fine. . .Harry she's just angelic !" "Certainly doesn't take much after Harry then, eh?" Ron laughed out loud. "If Harry's angelic, I'm a Blast-Ended Skrewt!" Hermione chuckled and gave Lily an eskimo kiss. "Then I suppose she won't be taking after her uncle Ronald then either, eh Ronnykins?" Ron's ears went slightly pink as he blushed. H
+ Kiss Me, Baby + I've never really gotten the hang of telling anyone my personal business except my sister and, by this point, she's been dead and buried for ten years at least. I don't know why I did what I did, but looking back on it I don't think I can bring myself to regret the decision. What I can say though is that, without this one action I don't know if I'd even understand half of what my life's been really and truly been about. So, now I'm here, this tape recorder is running, and I get the distinct impression that I should be recounting my experience an
Slither Happy Soul The slow chill of the music made her body smooth itself out as it danced. She almost felt as though her heart was all in for this dance, as if her heart had decided that its home was no more in her chest than it was beating on the street. As the music hummed within and through her, it seemed as though every fiber of her was singing. Her hands were sighs, her legs whispers, and her head a breeze that none could follow unless they understood it themselves. And if they didn't understand after watching her masterful taking of the whole thing, they never would.
The End of the Beginning "I lost the man I loved today." Sitting in that hospital room as the machines flat-lined was the most depressing day in their forty year marriage. It was worse than the time he wrecked the car and almost ran over their son, the day their son was killed in that war he signed up for or even her many trips to the psychiatric hospital. All of that was very painful, but this was by far the lowest point. Her hands had politely folded as the doctor explained what her next course of action should be. The life insurance he had gotten back when they were first married had matured to a nice
Blah Times Three I've been called God and I’ve been called other things. This morning I learn that I’m neither. I’ve had time to think and in thinking have come to understand that I’m a slow-moving, selfish mess. Something I have never wanted to be. I finally became that way anyway. I’ve complained and I’ve made accusatory joust or two that, in hindsight, was wrong of me. I never want to become something but end up becoming anyway. Is he wrong? Am I wrong? Is that something I should be doing? Something we should worry through maybe. Am I not doing things I should? Am I wrong? Are we
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