B. M. Gomez
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Lover of Fantasy. Writer, Artist, and Creator. Expressing creativity through an arrangement of words; just as a painting is an arrangement of colors.
Stories (8)
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SHE
She will smile out of politeness when you tell her that she's beautiful. She'll entertain your conversation for the sake of being someone you can talk to, She can make you feel like you're on top of the world, she's open minded and enjoys friendly banter. She'll give you her opinion if you ask, without the expectations of you heeding her words. She can make you trust her enough to pour your soul into her hands; and it's OK because it'll be in good hands... but because you are so wrapped up in her light you will fail to realize that she does not reciprocate. She will give you all that she can in conversation, and surprisingly she will not show any outward expressions.
By B. M. Gomez4 years ago in Poets
Hindrances Within
Lying in bed together she responds to him as follows, “I treat them the way I do because it hurts inside. I was in a relationship with someone for some few years and he repeatedly treated me like I was an action figure he could put away when he tired of it. I loved him more than I thought I could love any man and I was supposed to marry him... I only treat those who deserve it the wrong way, so as long as you play your cards right and stay on my good side we'll be fine.”
By B. M. Gomez4 years ago in Poets
Butterfly
There comes a time when even the most rational person gets pulled out of character. It doesn’t matter how good a person you are, it doesn’t matter how you were raised. It doesn’t matter who you associate with or disassociate with. There will always be something or someone at one point that will somehow cause a ripple in your calm clear waters.
By B. M. Gomez4 years ago in Poets
The Ruins of Time
It was after the Great Rip. Who could have foretold that an all-out war between the moon goddess Lunarys and the sun god Solari would have caused the biggest change in our world? I remember it like it was yesterday. The Dark Woodland Elves turned vampire, who thrived at night under the gaze of the bright moonlight shining against their pale-perfect faces, as the battle continued against the Sun Elves, who drew their power directly from Solari. This night was different, though. Both gods would join the battle directly, causing a rip into the fabric of our world that would engulf two-thirds of our population, before it closed up as if it had never been there. Except, there remains an eerie, halo-like fissure in its place.
By B. M. Gomez5 years ago in Fiction
