I saw you last night. I rested my head on your bare chest as we relaxed against each other, taking in the simple, exhilarant silence of skin upon skin. We kissed, but not deeply–softly and oh-so-sweetly did our lips brush. A voice inside reminded me to savor this touch, that it would not last, that our time was limited, that this contact was precious.
When I awoke, you were gone (once again).
oh...how I miss you.
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Bex Jordan
They/She. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.
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The Necklace
It sparkles as I turn it in my hand, the scarlet jewel coming to life in its bright silver setting. The pendant burns from within, and I find myself unable to pull away. My face falls slack as I draw it closer, studying the glittering facets of the fist-sized stone. I know I shouldn't put it on--I'd heard all of the warnings. Unthinking, I slip the heavy chain over my head, feeling the weight of it settle against my chest.
By Bex Jordan3 years ago in Fiction
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
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Thought I had commented on this, but I just hearted it. Loved this. Packed it full of bags of emotion. Well done, Bex!
Short and Beautiful 💖😉