Ch 1: My Saving GraceHanna bit her lip and fought back tears as she listened to Caleb's footsteps head towards the door. A single tear trickled down her round cheek as she heard the door creak open and then close behind him. He was gone again. The one person she wanted to just cling to more than anything and she had had to let him walk out of her life for a second time. It was necessary though. He'd used her, hurt her... Even knowing about the letter he'd given to Mona didn't change that fact. She took a shuddering breath and took a moment to compose herself before going to find her mother to work out a deal over the six pairs of shoes she'd just bought. Her mother didn't say a thing and for that she was grateful. As soon as they worked out a deal on who got to wear what, Hanna climbed the stairs to her room and fell onto the bed. She sighed and hugged her pillow to her chest and cried herself silently asleep.He'd come back on a Friday. The weekend passed slowly and painfully. She wanted to cal
Chapter 1: The beginningShe'd never planned on getting pregnant at eighteen. The whole thing was the result of a rainy afternoon. They'd been out walking when it had suddenly started to rain. They hadn't tried to escape it right away. It was one of those warm summer showers; the kind that felt hot against your skin but instantly froze you to the bone the moment you stepped out of it. They had taken their time, walking slowly with their arms around each other. They talked about anything and everything, only paying attention to the weather when a bolt of lighting flashed through the sky. His house was closest so that's where they had gone. He'd given her some clothes, shorts and one of his numerous button up shirts to wear while hers dried. He put on a dvd. If you asked her what that particular movie had been, she wouldn't have remembered. The only thing that she remembered was being with him; his arms wrapped around her abdomen; lips pressed to her temple. It was the warmest thse'd felt in a long time and she
First DateGrace: -grace is standing in front of her full length mirror, stretching to make sure she didn't tie the shirt over her bikini top to tight. She's wearing a blue and white plaid shirt tied up and open to reveal the bikini top of the same colors. Bare midrif. and denim shorts that fall mid thigh. different clored socks that match nothing she is wearing and sneakers that are white with silver zebra stripes. Her hair is pinned up in pretty ringlets save for the two tendrils that frame her face, twirls once, taking it allcarefully in-Gabe: -sitting in his car outside her house, looking at himself in the rearview mirror; brushing his hair out of his eyes and fixing the collar on his green polo shirt. Absolutely terrified of what he's doing without understanding it in the slightest bit; getting out of the car and pushing his keys into the pocket of his dark fitted jeans-I can do this...-chuckles at himself a little, glancing down at his nearly mint condition black and white chuck taylors
You're backWhen Maxxie had prodded him awake, he was mad at first. He hadn't slept very well in almost a week. Why was someone making him wake up from the fittest nap he'd had in quite some time. Who was waking him up? Then, he saw it who it was. Maxxie. His body had been numb, not feeling anything. Uncomfortable, icy coldness that he couldn't chase away no matter how many blankets he piled on top of himself. He'd technically been dead. A stiff corpse asleep in the spare bedroom. He didn't eat, he slept a restless hurtfull sleep, and he was so cold. He needed Maxxie. He couldn't pretend like he didn't need his best friend. He'd be a bastard if he even attempted it. Max wasn't there though. He'd had too visit family and Ryuu had no idea when he was supposed to be back. Oh, he could have asked Aunt Em, but he didn't know how he would handle it if she said he'd be gone for a long amount of time, so he didn't. He wasn't expecting Max back anytime soon and he wasn't expecting a rescue from this living
Ten things I think...Rain pelted down on her as she searched frantically for him amongst a vast sea of vehicles. "God... please... Don't let him have left yet." She turned just in time to see the tail of his blue leather coat disappear around the corner. She took off at a run, her heels sending dropplets of water flying as she raced after him. "Jazz! Jazz, please wait!" He throat, tired and swollen, clench, not allowing the words fly very far from her. God please! Let him here me! She prayed as she raced around the corner, hoping against all hope that something would cause him to turn around and see her. Her heel snapped, causing her ankle to twist painfully beneath her. She cried out, stumbling while she kicked off her other shoe. She HAD to get his attention. She could see him. She could see beads of water clinging needily to each spike of his black hair, the chill bumps on the back of his neck... she was so CLOSE! She worked up all her strength and screamed, "JASPER WYATT GRANT! PLEASE, STOP!" This time
Rivals?I say I love you a thousand red skittlesbecause they're the only rival you havefor my love.jealous?
five things they don't teach you in highschool1.it's okay to fall in love.i mean, they tell you you're never goingto marry your high school sweetheart and i'm not goingto tell you it's a liebecause it's not. you guys will probablybreak up and is gonna hurt like hellbut you'll be okay. remember, you are not the only onewho has felt loneliness like a knife,the only one to know the pain of lungs collapsingbecause they were your air,and you will never be the only one who whispered"i love you" two lives too soon.you will not be the last one to have tuckedhair behind their ear and leaned in for a kissor the last one to wake up reaching for a hand that's no longer there.but it's okay.2.your favorite book will not always be your favorite.like you, it will change over timeto something unrecognizablethat gives you only a vague nostalgia in the tips of your fingers.flipping through the pages will neverfeel the same again.you will learn to love something new;your next favorite will teach you something about you
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisDo not assume (if I hold the door for you),that I am making a statementabout your inabilitiesto open the door for yourself.If you hold it for me,I'll say 'thankyou'.Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),that I am underestimatingyour earning capacityas a woman.If you invite me out for a meal,you're paying.Do not assume (if I defend your rights),that I am belittlingthe attempts that you have madeto defend your rights yourself.If you defend my rights,I'll consider you human.
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i watched you set, suni.today we put our sparksto restand our scarslet festerarcing towardrestorationinhysterical cadencelest we make sensethese shardsmeasure outour unmakingand arrestour achingii.when your torsosplashes up withcertain fashionand your wrists turnfast with a furioustractionand your spiralsgive birthto undeniable fawnevery chiralmolecule in imperfectflauntthese are the momentsyou outlastall wantand in the nextmy reasonsdauntiii.grim flutterof lover lipsunder coversstutteringin morose gripsand drunk sufferflustered thunderand dumb tonguesgust ruddyand rumblenone musterfrom the rubbleiv.there was a timethat my fragmentsalignedand before thati wasn'tshattered
Brown Eyes Compliments, and AnalogiesBecause I'm sick of people saying there aren't any.Your brown eyes are like the deep intoxication of campaign wine, bubbling with hazing richness and expensive taste.Your brown eyes are like the color of mahogany wood- comforting and home-steady toughness that lets me know you will be the beams of supporting me.Your eyes remind me of Dove chocolate, smooth, creamy, delectable, and melting.The color of brown eyes remind me of mountain terrain and nature, something subtle, but beautiful in every form and season.Brown eyes make me think of Devil's cake, taunting and tempting, curtained by black lashes, the symbol of rich seduction.When brown eyes delve in love, they become the color of a leather book, promising a story of loyalty, long-life, and devotion.Your brown eyes remind me of mysterious secrets, dark to cover the pain of ignorance, opaque to cover to want of another.Brown eyes are like the stable ground, steadier and prepared to embrace you when you fall, into a nurturing a
Insanity needs companyand now I’m stuck here,pondering,how the walls becamea veiny sight-(could the cause be me calling outyour namein the middle of the night?)and alone I stand here,wondering,how my feet gotnailed upon this floor-(do you hold my ankleslike an anchordoes the shore?)and I know it’s been thirteen yearssince you were here at all,according to the hash marksdrawn in chalkupon the wall,but I can’tlet goof our memories,that hauntme everydayso for now,I’ll let the doc declare: Insanity needs company.
Ready?ready to make that step?ready to take that fall?ready to be yourself?cuz i'm ready to do it all.