while i was listening to the music, i noticed i did love you. when you said it i was tangled and unaware of what i held in my hand...but since you've disappeared i have found the true reason why i think of you and cry and laugh and get mad! i just realized what i had, what i had in my hands was you! the music didn't make me feel this way, it was my heart, i had been waiting so long for it to give me a little hint on what path i should take. the path it chose, wasn't the one less traveled on, yet it was the opposite!i was sure everything was right, perfect, lovely as a new baby! no it wasn't we were torn apart, millions of miles apart, but i spoke to you as if you were still with me today. as if you were still picking me up in the morning, as if we were still kissing in your truck, as if we were still taking pictures, and arguing about prom! i miss that, that way you would hold me, the way you would pull me so tight that i had no other choice… read more
Martin ignored the phone. Perhaps he didn't even hear it. He placed a hand on Lily's belly, the tip of one finger resting in her navel. Her flesh was impossibly sensitive, and his touch caused shock waves of sensation. She jerked convulsively, swearing and yelling at him, but the hand stayed defiantly where it was, while the mobile rang on, insistent as a crying baby.
“Shit, that bloody phone," one of the others said. Martin walked over to the discarded dress and took the mobile from the pocket.
“Give that to me now!" Lily told him. Martin looked down at the phone, and it stopped ringing, as if cowed into silence.
“It was somebody called Paul. He's left a message."
“Let me tell you about him," Lily snarled. "He's big and he's got a very nasty temper. You don't want him finding out about this. So let me go now and we'll forget it happened." She hoped she sounded convincing; Paul really wasn't a fighter, it was his gentleness that was part of the attraction.
“Let's hear what this hard man's got to say." Martin pressed buttons and Paul's voice filled the room.
“Lily, on your way home can… read more
his love was meant to last forever,until the wind blew him up up and away. i searched for him,but i never found my love. i prayed and prayed and made wishes apon shooting stars,but the wind never blew him back. my love was forecer wavering on his actions. what will i do if he where to return? would i rejpice like nothing happend, or will i scorn the thought of him leaving me? i think i most likely will forgive and forget...not the memories he has given me but the scars he has left on me. i hear a knock on the door...should i dare? i do,and there he lay on the sheild he had once carried.so then i knew my love for him had vanished when that arrow hit his and mine heart! read more
For a split second, Lily was too shocked to react. Then she struggled like a maniac, twisting and writhing to free herself. She saw now what had happened. Three more boys had been waiting behind the door, and they had rushed her. Two them had dived for her legs. The third was holding one of her arms. The blond boy, the one who'd been outside, held her other wrist.
She was strong and stocky, and any one of the youths wouldn't have been able to hold her. Even now she managed to get one of her arms free for a moment, only to have it caught by the boy who'd been feigning injury. She was yelling with rage, but her ambushers had chosen their spot well - the thick walls of the tower, and its height, meant her voice wouldn't be heard outside. In the struggle, her surgical scissors fell out of her uniform pocket and went clattering across the floor.
She forced herself to think clearly, to assess the situation as her nurse training had taught her to do. Struggling was only wasting energy. She stopped.
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I had a dream.
I was walking along the beach and there you were, sitting on a rock with your bare feet in the water. You were wearing your long white skirt, and your hoop earrings were gleaming beneath your hair. You looked every inch the beautiful Gypsy Princess I'd met all those years ago.
You seemed pleased to see me and smiled.
Yet suddenly, you froze, as if time was standing still.
We were like we were before the crazy times. Before the fighting, the storming out, the breaking glasses. Before all the hatred and bad feeling. I sat down next to you as you stared into the distance, unblinking.
'I know that you remember me,' I said. 'I've come to make peace with you'. You didn't move. I picked up a piece of seaweed to absent-mindedly play with as I spoke.
'There are a lot of things left unsaid,' I continued. 'I know what you are, and why you tried to break me. You nearly did it, you know?'
There was still no response.
'I understand now how empty you are, and how I was just a mirror - an object to see yourself in, to… read more
'Miss it.'
It was the summer when I was seventeen. We could have been a few years older or younger, but definitely seventeen - the age when summers last forever and anything is possible. I was a clown with uncontrollable hair and a delicate frame, but Denisa was a Goddess in human form. I can still picture the pearls that fell around the shoulder of her long navy blue polka-dot dress and the cute cloche hat that she wore. I would catch myself gazing open mouthed at her beautiful face as she talked to the customers in that little shop. She looked for all the world like a china doll brought to life. How my heart hadn't stopped beating when she looked at me with those beautiful pale blue eyes I will never know. She had an electricity about her that made me feel so alive - I would push the broom around and try not to make it obvious that I was watching her as she teased her black ringlets in the mirror. What kind of man could possibly possess her? He would have to be older than seventeen. Perhaps he would have a house of his own, or even a motor car.
She loved… read more
VERA
(A short story of an Internet relationship)
Like a sunshine, yes like a sunshine she was, but when he saw her so radiant, so pretty, so full of life, so happy coming out of the arrivals gate of the airport, he didn’t know what to do.
His legs started trembling, his heart beating like an old truck, the colourful and beautiful flowers that he was holding contrasted with his nervous image.
He saw her there, doing what everybody does when arriving for the first time to an unknown destination, a mixture of anxiety, tiredness, happiness, and, looking lost.
Yeah, she was there and started looking for him anxiously, she wanted to see him, touch him, and kiss him for the first time. Yes, the first time because they’ve never met before. It was the first time that these two souls were going to be together, to show personally that they really meant every word that they told each other on the past, that they couldn’t live anymore away from each other.
Suddenly everything flashed trough his mind, the first time that they spoke on that chat room over the Internet, her first words and her sweet image on… read more
For some time, I've been putting chapters of a story called "Souvenirs" on this site. I've decided for the time being to pull the plug on that project. (It seems to be the fate of most novels on writers' sites and workshops!) Frankly I don't think I'm able to do justice to so many characters.The whole thing has just run out of steam.
So I've deleted it, and I'm starting this instead. There are only 2 main characters (one of them borrowed from "Souvenirs") so I think I have a more realistic chance of actually finishing it! And it will be shorter anyway. Sorry if this note seems self-important: but some people here have been very helpful in their reviews of the chapters, and I thought I owed them an explanation.
NATURAL ENEMIES
CHAPTER 1
“That was the shift from hell," said staff nurse Lily Harris as the doors of the hospital ward swung shut behind her. She pointed at her blue uniform frock. "I can't wait to get home, get out of this sweaty rag and have a long soak in the bath."
Janet, her best friend, a nursing auxiliary, nodded as they walked down the corridor.… read more
Unawatuna. The beaches of romance. The still waters offer lovers the cool embrace of a friend revisited and the warmth of a smile. Walking as the sun sets, a lone boat, footprints in the sand. Memories. The night. The awakening, of a newer sexuality of man and woman. Of the caramel liquid on his breath. The bed, the cockroach in the garden, the tree swaying in the breeze. Do not think of the scrambled eggs and coffee in the morning, just this moment now. The white wooden door closes and I look up from the book I read. You stand there. I watch you. Two individuals, nervous but it will feel so right.
Making love.
Making love like we have no tomorrow. Making love like the words we speak to one another, the plan, the trip, you and I. Making love like the love starved people we are. Making love and showing each other how good we can be together, at least, for one night.
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If I have one vice, it is that I enjoy playing the odd game of poker on the Internet, along with all that that entails. Usually, I play when my children are safely tucked up in bed, and my husband has staggered upstairs after kissing me on the cheek and asking me not to be too long.
I don’t play for money. I’m sure that I’d loose and would probably get addicted. I play to wind down, to relax and to meet people. With some, I find I have nothing in common, and we do not speak again; with others, I find they are a little brash, a little obvious, and I tend to discourage further conversation; and then there are those who chat casually but who I know are interested: they, I encourage. I ask them questions; I comment of their hands; I talk to them about shared interests; and above all, I make sure they know when I plan to return to the tables.
I try to meet my Internet friends one at a time. If I see more than one person that I know, I tend to give my apologies and leave. I do not want… read more
I close my eyes and you come into focus
I can hear your anticipating breath and my heartbeat increases
I reach carefully to stroke your fingers, moving delicately up your arm, over your chest, avoiding eye contact as I blush deeply
I know what we both want, but I want to take my time and enjoy you.
This can't be rushed.
I feel your pounding heart under my shaking hand and smile as a thrill rips up your spine making you shudder under my touch. My glance into your eyes caught me off guard as we smile and lean in.
Your hands find the small of my back and pull me closer
I offer no resistance as you pause hesitantly with our lips so close I can feel your breath on my tongue
We both linger for a moment longer until the need is too great, you close the miniscule distance
Sweeping us into a torrent of pleasure
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My silk scarf falls silently to the floor next to your chair, virtually unnoticed by either of us, the first victim
Standing inches from you I realize six buttons of my blouse are undone, your hands are eager
You pull me closer, intoxicated by my perfume and anticipation
My skin is soft velvet and exhilarated as your lips move masterfully, meticulously over everything exposed
My hair that was once pulled up tightly now falls gently tangled around us kissing wildly, fiercely, recklessly
My entire body tingles and surges as your hands gently trace down my silhouette
Thousands of book stare endlessly on as you caress first my calf following up my curves to push my pencil skirt dangerously high
One leg now straddles yours as I move less restrained
Any interruption now would be blasphemy
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