Ink your running lightnings of dark bruises all over my back! Hurt me so good… Your thunderous growl shakes my bones, makes me bow… Drown me baby, my lungs long to be filled with your burning fury. Breathing… a feeble caprice, if you ask me. They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger……… Continue reading What doesn’t kill you…
Linda had always earned her name… She was, indeed, beautiful. Always had been, even in her bad days. She was beautiful all the way, inside and out. He knew it, and even if the years had worked against them, Wilfred had never given up. And boy, was he glad he hadn’t. They weren’t meant…… Continue reading Lucky…(Wilfred, the retired gentleman)
Previously posted on August 22nd of 2017. He had tried to erase the message at least a dozen of times, but he didn’t manage just yet. He couldn’t tell why. It was stupid… Not as if he risked forgetting the four words written on his cell phone’s screen. Still, he gave it another quick…… Continue reading Pretty in pink…
Friday night meant going back home for Maria. Unfortunaly, this weekend, she wouldn’t be able to spend as much time as she would have wished, with her precious son. Sebastian was a sweet, brilliant kid. Every Friday he waited for her in the livingroom’s bay-window. As soon as she stepped out of the…… Continue reading Lucky… (Maria, the lonely nanny)
It was a beautiful day, wasn’t it? Her voice trembled a bit, the memories suddenly overwhelming. She repressed a sob, and felt his fingers tightening around her free hand, encouraging her to keep flipping through the pages. She remembered how most of them had disaproved at first. Her friends, her family… Even her…… Continue reading Until death…. (Tell me a story)
Grace sighed with relief as she put down the phone to recharge it. She knew it irritated him, even if she was talking to her own brother. She normally would have waited until Christian left for work, but she would have missed Steven. Madame…? She jumped at the sound of Maria’s voice. Pulling her…… Continue reading Lucky… (Grace, the wealthy wife)
Joyroses, from Nuggets of Gold, has invited everybody to join in a Mab Libs inspired game she made up. Her own ”filled in” version describes something that happened to her today. If you want to try it, it’s easy. You just take the text bellow, fill in the blanks, and then link your take here! …… Continue reading Playing with Joy!
The alarm clock said 7:23, when Maya’s crying woke Steven up. He brushed his fingers on the buttons to turn off the clock. Oh how he longed for the day he would actually get woken by the alarm. Was wanting to sleep four hours straight really too much to ask for? He rolled…… Continue reading Lucky… (Steven, the young father)
It’s a hell of a ride, kid… Let me tell you that! The old man hit the wooden counter with his empty glass, making his intentions clear. The place wasn’t what you’d call fancy, but it had a soul, and the beer was cheap. Not the kind of bar where the hip hung out,…… Continue reading Lucky… (Jack, the barfly)
Let your hungry tongue trace my lifeline. I’d want your burning kisses on my pale skin anytime. Napalm caresses down my trembling wrists. Promises unsure, wrapped around your fists. Love me, Tender love me sweet… Don’t let me lay there alone and defeated.
Cyranny's Cove 