Previously; https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/13/russian-roulette/ She skipped a breath as the hammer hit. He had taken a step forward as her finger had pulled the trigger for the first time, but seeing that the bullet was still in the gun, he had backed up, now standing exactly where he previously was. If she had been in the mood…… Continue reading Russian roulette… (2)
She held the gun to her temple, defying him. What are you trying to prove? Her finger on the trigger, she kept silent. She had made herself clear already, and there was no discussion possible. Staring coldly, she was waiting for him to react before she pulled a first time, possibly sealing her destiny.…… Continue reading Russian roulette…
You’re hot… Deep down I felt the need to tell you, but remained silent. I know you’d blush at the thought that I really mean it. You wouldn’t believe me, wouldn’t want to believe me, just couldn’t believe the words if they came from me. You’re hot… You are, my dear, in your own…… Continue reading H like hot… (A to Z Challenge)
Running down the spiral stairs, hoping for guards only behind them and not awaiting on ground’s floor. The sound of the military boots deafening, covering any other noise in the tower, even the stomping of their racing hearts… Reaching the second story, he suddenly stopped! Leaving her, nearly bumping on his back. Turning her…… Continue reading The spiral…
She was lying in the tall hay, eyes closed, open minded… What is summer…? It might have slipped from her lips. Or his, had he been there. But she was alone, with her thoughts, resting in the field, her skin offered to the sun. What is summer…? Summer is all about feelings, that’s why…… Continue reading Cicada song…
They had agreed to meet in the park, after dusk. Alone, once, just to settle things right. She was sitting on the bench as previously discussed, and he came out of the shadows at the given time. Walking slightly slower than he used to, maybe a little scared about this strange encounter he was…… Continue reading Late night fiction…
Haunting words, part 2… I will force you to… You can fill the rest of the sentence as you please. I will not reveal what I have been threatened to be forced to do that day. But I promise it was not to eat Jelly Beans, and not to swim from France’s shore to…… Continue reading Those words that stick… (2)
I am sorry I fell. So sorry… Others would say that’s what you wanted, but I know it ain’t so. You always wanted me to be strong, and stand straight and tall, and take the blows… One by one, without a twitch… As you would hit on me knowing exactly how to punch to…… Continue reading Undskyld…
I had the pleasure and the honor to work in joint partnership with notthedane56 lately… It was his idea, and I was flattered he would consider mixing my words to his. Unfortunatly, it is very unlikely going to happen again, since he is considering a long break from blogging… I understand how keeping a…… Continue reading Alliance…
she said no capital letters no punctuation just trust me take a chance what is the worst that could happen in a world without question marks no question asked white lies no harm trust me
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