Love

The Moon Kissed Girl
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. I would like to say that I have shown her only the beauty of this world. She does not know that I watch her every night and that I am the one that casts the magic of light and illusions into the night sky. Every day when the sun sets, I ensure that I am here waiting. I wait for her pale moon-kissed face to pop into the window's frame. Her eyes are stripped of color, along with her hair. Her skin is pale, and in the light of my magic, she shimmers like the crystals within the caves just a few miles from here. She is moon kissed. Unable to walk in the sun. At least, that is what I am told. I am also told that she is dangerous. I don’t see how; she never leaves the Master’s house. She seems more trapped than dangerous—a bird in a cage with no way to spread the wings given to them at birth.
By Amber Zajec3 years ago in Fiction
Memories of Kerry, Chapter Three
It was all very well that Kerry and I seemed to be dating, even showing it off to boys in public! Somehow though I couldn't quite forget the way we'd started out. I was always going back to the beginning...
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Dating, Part Two
After losing the game I decided I'd try to date one of the lazy cheerleaders who'd shown up for my opponent. Maybe not the most promising beginning! In addition shyness almost overcame me, but somehow I trotted into the ponytailed smirking presence of the nearest cheer and stammered:
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Dating, Part One
I'd taken the most awful girl on my course out for something nice, because I'd heard she was sweet to the boys who did. Prettily flat-faced with a mane of hay-coloured hair, she was wearing an absurd party-dress so stupidly short I saw her knickers underneath right away. I couldn't help but wonder if she always dressed that way for dates!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Razorblade Romance
The night is dark, and the hacker's work is done; Fate has cast his toil on a lovelier one. The line between duty and romance is so delicate—
By Matthew Angelo3 years ago in Fiction
She's sleeping in my room, don't wake her up
She's sleeping in my room now so don't wake her up We just got to know Then everything happened so fast And she loved me gentlemen You might say crazy Fool for saying all this But, she loved me She would have to love someone else But she loved me, at the side of the bus stop in front of the university We met, then after that everything became real between us after the phone number and the first step, towards each other, we did not control ourselves, but we were on the verge of love from the first moment, she was the girl that everyone might be waiting for except me, maybe I was foolish in the end, Between classes, we sit in each other's arms and talk about how strong that our relationship is. It's not easy to love someone and trust him from the first moment, the first touch, the first kiss, the first shiver, everything was happening so fast that we couldn't control ourselves, gentlemen. Everyone is looking at us in that garden where we used to sit overnight, and they are all looking and I know what they are waiting for those gentlemen, hot shots between us and making love in front of them. Damn, that is despicable.
By ABDO3 years ago in Fiction
Sweet-Smelling Success, Part Three
Other girls yesterday may have smelled nice, but they were nothing like my favourite, and I just had to have that special smell again. Shyly I pinged her, though my trembly fingers could barely get it right.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Sweet-Smelling Success, Part Two
I'd never slept like I slept that night, it was bliss. Next morning though I woke with an inconvenience that wouldn't go away for ages. Such a struggle getting my pants on! I'd heard how that happened to boys afterwards.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Sweet-Smelling Success, Part One
At the supermarket I glimpsed a girl I liked, who wore big glasses and had lots of freckles and lots of frizzy hair. Her boobs were two little bumps pushing out her faded tee.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Cruel Summer
I watched her brown curls bounce on the shoulders of her pink tee, above the line of bra-strap which held what I most wanted. She was the biggest tease at our school, to the boys like me who were older than her, and younger ones like the only-just-teens who timidly watched her now as she proceeded down the high street.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Nanine
I suspected this might be a bad idea, I was already so anxious about it. I'd decided to go to a dance. Just possibly I was overdressed, and I was definitely clean! I’d scrubbed myself pink and my hair was tucked behind my ears, irritating. Unfortunately overcoming anxiety and nerves wasn’t so easy! I gulped down hard on both, then timidly decided myself and took my flutter off into the warm evening.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Through the Curtains
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Each day she tried.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction