. Her eyes had closed instinctively, at the touch of his lips upon hers. Pressed against his chest, she felt as a teenager enjoying her first kiss in the parking lot of the local mall. She wanted throw her arms around his waist to hug him, but thought he might take it the wrong way.…… Continue reading Dangerous… Part 3
. Honestly, up to this morning, I thought something would happen to ruin my reunion with Denmark… I feared coming up with a sudden fever, which would have meant not being granted with the right to board my plane (well, not actually my plane, but the one that’ll take me to Toronto before getting to…… Continue reading Final countdown!
. Sometimes, I think I invented you, out of the blue. Out of boredom maybe, or just because I needed you. An unwritten poem that lingered on my lips when I was about to surrender to sleep. Like a vaporous goodnight kiss, light as a feather brush. I might have painted you angel wings, while…… Continue reading My favorite curse….
. Daydreaming was a super power she had mastered as a child. The autumn wind blew, surprisingly warm on her cheeks, and the smell of the dead humid leaves felt like a soothing organic blanket as she went over the last days’ events one more time. It was good to be away from the city,…… Continue reading Daydream… -FFFC
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. Bleary thoughts, Foggy sight. My lips hesitate, Following the Flickering light… Words tumble On the tip of my tongue. Wished I could Say it tastes sweet But that would Be wrong. Though beauty Still stands in Broad daylight, It sight feels Like a long lost Fight. Can’t keep focused, Clear contours seem To flee……… Continue reading Blurry…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Succumb… (October 14th FFF)
. As the waves crashAgainst the rocks,Pearls of mistGently kiss my ankles…I spread my arms,Featherless wings.Before the oceanI feel so tiny…The salty invitationTickles my tongue.Goosebumps coverMy skinAm I ready?Am I really ready?Yet again I wonderYet again I hesitate,BecauseSometimes it’s hardTo know the differenceBetweenWilling to die,And wanting toLive. . Meek attempt at Fandango new Story Starter Challenge.…… Continue reading It’s hard…
Oh, heart whisperer… Ghostly presence, I only need To close my eyes, To feel your Warm breath On my neck… Every night, I lick The sweetest Memories From your fingers And feed you The longing moans Of my aching Soul… And yet I wonder, Do I fool Myself? Are you, But a mirage? If so……… Continue reading Mirage…
Cyranny's Cove 