Doubt
She wasn’t sure how it had happened. Maybe it was the foolhardy way he held his coffee or the untamed way his hair curled, messy yet stylishly, framing his…
Sentimentimortality
More lovely eyes I’ve never seen Than hers that fade pale blue to green Those gentle eyes that glimmer deep And harbor such a tender strength Nor a sweeter…
Coffee Moonlight
Hours later, after countless coffee and snacks served. The golden iris receding back to a god’s slumber, selfishly taking back its life giving rays into the…
Coffee Sunrise
In a quiet Cafe, stood the barista with his forearms pressed tiredly onto the counter, his eyes fluttering desperately in an attempt to stay closed. The dawn…
Passion
A moan escaped from the office, the nature of which Susan could not decipher. She spiraled in panic. Could Tom really be cheating on me? She thought, clutching…
Predator and Prey: A Vore Romance Pt. 1
My name is Gerald, and a while back my girlfriend made me her dinner. She’s a naga. Long, slender tail, curvacious figure... Simply gorgeous. She’s as pretty…
Quiet Cloud; Slightly Sodden
That quiet cloud became a bird Yeah it did, busted out of its shell all spread eagle as hell Remember? Stormy weather; purpled feathers I haven’t forgotten It…
A Fresh Start
She spotted him from underneath the protection of the porch. His little pick up truck never looked so inviting as it did tonight. The rain refused to stop so…
Faulty Memory
It was the month When we both had suffered losses And we both covered up the fact That we were blaming ourselves By blaming each other For our personal…
Three-Word Prompt: Love, heart, roses Part 3/3
And that was the time when my nanna died, too. How he healed me, got me ready to face the world again, while breathing life into a bush of flowers—there was no…
The Letters from the Dusty Old Shoe Box
I found them a couple years ago. They were just resting in a dusty old shoe box for who knows how long. I had no intention of stumbling across them, but it is…
Imperfect
He drops a series of kisses on my neck like slimy, wet bugs, categorically unwanted. “I love you,” he whispers “I love you, too,” I say. To me, the words are…
The Car
The dark night, the quiet wind, the hot weather and you and I. You in front of me, I saw you, you watched me, you thought about it, I know you did. I got close…
Her Plumb Line Waltz; 1st Movement
On Sundays he would go to the bakery, grab two bagels, and take his Sabbath at her dance studio on tenth. She had live piano during her classes, and when they…
Florence in the Rain
Worn, wet stones on which Michelangelo once walked Are now our dance floor.
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Love: a Gift or a Curse?
Desmond Quinn Texas! His imperfections make him beautiful. The destinct lines of his jaw are so defined, he looks like a carved sculpture. It fits perfectly…
Coals Burning Bright
Snowflakes wafted and careened through the air, to swirl around and under the passage of three carriages. One, bearing Jaine and myself, outpaced the others by…
Perfect Words
2 months before, he began planning his speech. He wrote pages of poems and songs, trying to find the words. 3 weeks before, he started panicking. Every…
It's nothing.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked. For once, he didn’t try to make a joke out of it. He didn’t try to play around. He just sounded concerned, worried. “It’s…