Magnar Arne
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Every time he heard those sounds echoing in the back of his head only reminded, 'he is not yet dead.'
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The Difference
It felt like only yesterday that I met her, the years just pass by and I remember that day so well. She caught my attention then and catches more each day that passes. I look at her, getting lost in those eyes every day as she smiles at me. Her lips curving perfectly, her nose crinkles just so and that smile is mine always. Well let me tell you the story of how this perfect woman entered my life.
By Magnar Arne2 months ago in Fiction
Dream Plateau
Guiding her through a valley by the shores edge, the sandy beach gripping slightly over a spread grassy plain. The area where small flowers of yellow, blues and reds peak up over the blades of soft grass. Her motion easily striding along with me as we climb a small plateau that deepens our view of the ocean below us. I look to her taking in she is here with me at all, as if dreams can be a sort of reality but I never once imagined a dream such as her. Watching as she looks over the world around us, her smile spreading to me as I can’t help to myself. The captivation of her kneeling to the semi bare rock that had a lone daisy thriving in a crack of the stone. Her fingers touching the pedals lightly as if to enjoy it’s presence with her, making me almost invisible. But the suttle gleam peering over this flower, I knew that divinity, that grace. As if that flower reminded her of herself yet I can’t stop admiring her entirety. Walking silently over to her as a breeze catches her hair some, the strains freely dancing with the low sun light presenting a calm smile that will last forever in my memory. Bending down to her side she whispers to me or maybe the flower, “this is magic.” She looks over towards me while I sit across from her, just then her eyes kissing into mine as the setting over the horizon sprays the colors of a days end. Her smile stretching over her cheeks as my heart seems to clench, her eyes never leaving me as the tips of her fingers graze gently over my chin. Her eyes dip as her sigh releases through her partly opened lips. 'Is this where I take my chance?' Her hand falling slowly to her side from where it was once touched onto me. My arm out stretches, my sudden urge to grab her hand into mine. Looking at her desperately as a shocked exterior gleams over her face. The lump in my throat being gulped down as my head bows some. "I... I love you...." My chest heats, my heart throbbing as if it can not get enough blood to my body. As she smirks up at me. With a smirk such as that reaching deep into me, I close my eyes for a second while a tender push is felt into my lips. Oh how it feels to be struck by thousands of electric pulses in every nerve of my body. I open a eye to see its her lips on mine. I lose my breath in that second but find the freedom of my soul to engage in this moment. My palm raises to press into her cheek, my fingertips gliding over. As I fall into her.. We both seem to smile while I take in all of her, the depths of which I crave to remain. Our kiss halts as our eyes now shyly meet. I seem to not want to look away cause if I do, will any of this cease to exist or will this be a moment that lasts along with the whimsical breeze pushing between us. My hand over her cheek trembles some while hers places over mine, the tips of her fingers loosely gripping my hand. When her head tilted into my touch, I felt as if it were a privilege because she’s what makes my heart flutter.
By Magnar Arne6 months ago in Writers
Mystic Heart
Now most love stories start with guy or girl meets one another, their eye's meet for that second. Well this isn't one of those love stories, where we begin is in the horror world. Imagine slashers, ghouls, ghosts, werewolves, none sparkling vampires and well there's me. Plain old no place to be sea serpent, a electric blue shimmering scales.
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Horror
Splatters in Your Eyes'
It started like any other day, walking through the vacant city streets. Only the howls of the creatures that infested our world dare to make sounds. I see a store where the boarding has been slightly pulled aside so curosity got the better of me as I entered the torn apart apartment store. Looks like it may have been a clothing store at one time with a ranched smell coming from the corner of the room.
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Fiction
Failure by Design
Every time he heard those sounds in the back of his head, only reminded him he wasn't yet dead. They say loser, they say wimp, they say everything that brings him closer to his own death. If he didn't ask for it then why do they pressure him on. On to the next level of insanity, the next level to never face anyone again.
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Psyche
Fear Thy Sleep
With my chest pounding, my breathes feeling more dense and shallow. Every muscle in my body begins to tighten, only able to slightly turn my head to the right. I open my eyes to see those glossy grey eyes staring back. Clenching my eyes firmly back shut, I begin to try to scream. Yet it feels as if my vocal chords are being crushed so I am unable to make a sound.
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Poets
For Her, Thy Love
Lustful winds with a aromatic spill of ocean salt fills my senses. The seas edge dances as the moon sheds it's spot light amongst the waves. As the splatter of small drips of spray reaches us setting a scene like no other for this night will be that night. That night I proclaim my heart to her.
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Fiction
Purely Shattered Christmas
The days seemed long lurking my gaze out of the window, the snow just seemed grey this year. Not even children were playing in the streets, building snowmen, having a proper snow ball fight. See I do not get out to much, when I breathe in the fresh air and hear the sounds of people chatting away with one another. It sends a tremble down my spine, my heart beat slows to erupt in a conversion of blood flow, making my chest ache. But, this year just going out to the end of the road to see no one at all around just gives me a anxious and eery feeling.
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Fiction
The Call
My eyes barely open I begin to doze off, the phone on my table begins to rapidly vibrate. The rhythm clicking in my head as the phone bounces back and forth, I try to ignore it. It stops for a mere second as it begins vibrating again. Drowsily picking it up and pressing it against my ear, "hello?" It's silent, eerily silent on the other end. Confused with exhaustion I look at the screen, 'Unknown Caller.'
By Magnar Arne4 years ago in Fiction
