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 Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 10:59 am
Hiya! I'm Sachi and love to write; one of the reasons I joined this guild ^^. Here is where I will post one shot stories because my mind can't take chapter stories at the moment. So, enjoy and please, tell me what you think!
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 11:03 am
Angelic
She was laying there underneath the thin covers, her arms wrapped awkwardly around the pillow she laid her head on. There was a deep smile on her face and all I could do was prop up my knee to rest my arm on as I sat up, the sheets pooling around my waist, a cigarette between my fingers, lit and smoking just after a small puff from me. Raking back my short brown hair, I heard a deep sigh escape from her lips and I glanced away, closing my green eyes.
She was too perfect for me.
Taking another long drag of the cancer stick, I held the deep cloud of smoke in my mouth to taste the nastiness of it all. It fit me so well, this little cigarette. It held so much wickedness in such a small wrapping. It could kill, tear families apart, and make people do stupid things. Sighing to release the bitter taste from mouth, my eyes began to water; not from the taste but from somewhere deep inside.
Putting my hand up to cover my eyes, I let a few drops fall silently down my cheeks. I had needed this cry. I normally never did, which caused people all the time to wonder if I was even human. To cry was a good thing, they would say. But I could never let myself fall that deep. But her
She was too perfect for me.
Wiping my eyes dry, I peeked at her just a little more; just to see her sleeping face, and I placed the cigarette back between my pale lips to stroke her face with the hand that held the tiny stick of death. Her skin was warm and I was afraid I might turn her cold with the tips of my fingers and so I retracted my hand, curled it into a fist and sighed with frustration.
Should I wake her up? Hold her once more in the night or just let her sleep; let her forget me for only just a little while. She deserved that...She deserved a lot of things I could never give her.
She deserved a happy family, a darling husband, maybe a child or two. But no...I had to take her away that one night when we were kidsthat one stupid night where I thought I could only have her for at least an hour. But she stayed the next night, and the night after. And soon, she seemed to stay there forever with me.
We became each others' everything, our little thought for waking up in the morning, for making it through the day at a tough job, for ignoring what other people would scream or mumble about us down the streets we walked. We were never to belong in such a world.
We were too perfect for that.
And so we moved to a bigger and better place so she could have the roof top entrance and for me to have the height of the building, to belong so far up that no one could bother us. Not our parents or what we thought were our friends. And we lived happily ever after...for a while.
I began to smoke and she began to worry, to pay attention to me every single minute of her day. And yet, no matter what, we ended up tangled together on our bed in ecstasy every night. Everything we couldn't say to each other would be brought out in the actions we did, every touch or kiss.
I felt sorry for everything I did though...I did them but regretted everyday for taking her away from a normal life to live with another female. And even though we spent every minute we could holding hands or leaning on one another in a fit of laughter at something on TV, I would catch her glancing at a family at the park, or a newly wed couple in a store buying infant clothing as the husband laid a hand affectionately on his wifes' stomach.
She wanted that, I could tell, but she always squeezed my hand and kissed me softly, letting me silently know she was happy. But...
She was too perfect for me.
She was an Angel, so understanding and helpful. She was organized and cheerful and I was the complete opposite of that. Though through everything, she still loved me, and stayed with me and held me when I needed it. And though she deserved better than me, though she should be with a man with a family, I loved her and smiled to her everyday we spent together.
But could I really do it forever? Could I really show her how much love I held for her? Would she finally get tired of me one day and decide to leave? And again, some tears fell down my face and this time, I left them there. I didnt cover up. I finished my cigarette and snubbed it out in the ash tray on the night stand, and leaned over to cover her shoulders up as she shivered from the night air. She was too beautiful and too perfect and too...mine.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 11:04 am
Love from all the Wrong Angles Hitting his back against the wall for the third time this week, Theo placed his arms in front of his face as if to guard what was left of the bruised thing.
You were a miserable waist of money!
Crying hard, he sunk to the ground and tried to grab the hands tugging and pulling and smacking what his arms couldnt protect.
You make me sick!
Could this really be how he would live his life forever? Would he really be confined to this home style hell he was born into? Was it really fair?
No wonder your Father left!
He couldnt really do anything about it, being only eight. Fighting back would be no option because he would be arrested, his bruises and cuts told in court as playground accidents. He couldnt very well just reach out and scratch the hands tugging on his short brown hair. He couldnt kick her legs out from under her and sending her face flying to his fist. No, he could do nothing but sit there in this small apartment really only fit for one but forced housing for two.
Youre nothing but a mistake!
And her screaming wouldnt stop shaking the walls and it wouldnt stop growing higher in pitch after every punch and slap she threw at him; not after every swift kick to his ribs.
I hate you!
But its not like it never happened before. Every now and then, she would get lonely and crazy and when Theo wasnt there to hold her and tell her everything was alright, she would find him, take him home; the sweetest Mother as she could be on the streets. But once the lock sounded on the door, and they were inside their shabby home, she would change. There would be no smile on that constant blotchy, tear stricken face. Only the agonizing pain she went through constantly, now that her knight in shining armor had finally taken his horse and galloped away.
Why cant you just die!
It seemed she would never stop her crying, never stop her shouting, never stop the world from shaking as Theo slipped farther and farther into the cracks; the dirty hold of the wet soppy ground that threaten to take him away in the middle of the night. It seemed that all of this would never stop.
You werent here for Mother!
But he wanted to, so badly, end it all. He wanted to slip away just as easily as the Angel told him many nights ago as he lay awake, trembling and cold. He had been crying but never bothered to sniffle or clean his face from the fluids leaving every hole of his face. He only wanted to raise his arms to the Heavens above and be taken to a place where he no longer would be hurt, where he no longer lived in fear. But he could never move his arms and when the Angels hugged him, he knew it wasnt his time.
There is only Mother!
And he had to take action. He had to fight back. He had to harm her, let her know how it felt to be beaten black and blue. Why couldnt she just
SHUT UP!
Standing, he found his throat to be scratchy, his teary eyes wide and red. He wanted to make sure that that was him yelling and not her. When he looked her to shocked face, he felt the answer pouring out along with the hatred emanating from her shaking body. He was still leaning against the wall when she came at him again but this time when she brought down a hand; he grabbed her fragile, sickly thin wrist and jerked it aside before smacking her other oncoming appendage, ducking out from under her arm to run to the door. If only he could reach the door, unlock it and throw it aside, he would be free to the night.
If only.
When he heard the snap of the lock, he also felt the pull on the collar of his shirt and the cold, clammy fingers of his Mother. She yanked him back to the ground hard to where he hit his small cranium. Rolling over on his stomach in pain, clutching his head, she brought her leg behind her and then in front, kicking him hard in the stomach, sending him to roll over the other way.
She grabbed his hair and tugged him part of the way up as he clawed and tried to snatch her fingers off. But she grabbed the tiny wrist and squeezed, jerking it back so roughly that even though a small snap was heard, Theos screams of pain were louder as his hand hung limply at his side.
You little b*****d! How dare you try to harm your Mother! Punishment for your sin! She hissed before throwing him to the wall, letting go of his hair. He hit the wall with a thud and a guttural sound breaking free from his small neck. He tried to move away but the pain in his head and wrist were too much for him to bare and when he begged his Mother for forgiveness, a new stroke of pain occurred in his ribs once more as she kicked three times until he was nothing but a broken body of the boy she so hated.
With blood seeping from the corner of his tiny, pink lips, he reached out his good hand to her and called out to his Angel to come and take him away from this place. But only his Mother heard him and only his Mother was the one to grab his hand, throw it to the wall behind him, and smash tiny bones galore.
Lying there, broken and bleeding and crying and wheezing, Theo wished for a miracle, for his Father to come back and take him with him, the red cape he always saw attached to the older man, helping them fly away. Why couldnt anyone hear him? And why couldnt hear himself?
Where was the blackness? The white tunnel? Why was only his fuzzy and clouded vision filled with the walls and the body of his fatigued Mother? He didnt need to ask why he couldnt move. He didnt need to ask anything anymore as he shut his eyes, tears running down his cheek, mingling with the sweat and blood of his battle on the floor, soaking the ugly beige carpet a ruby red.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 11:06 am
A Teenage Girl's Prom
She was beautiful dancing underneath that crystal blue light. It flashed around every curve of every move she made this night as her body twisted to the beat surrounding everyone. Her smile grew wide as she raised her arms above her head, flailing them like she just didnt care. I could hear her laughter drown out the music in the room to play its soft song to my ears and my ears alone. She was everything a girl could want and more. She was everything to me. Her blonde hair was tousled in a sloppy bun, small tendrils falling over the curve of her neck, the nape I been so close to many times before. Her green emerald dress matched the way her hips swayed, this way and that way, this way and that way. My eyes traveled all over her soft, tanned skin, glistening with lust. The tips of my fingers twitched, wanting to feel that skin underneath my hands, my body.
I was lucky that I wasnt a guy, thankful that nothing but a slight blush on my cheeks told of my thoughts about her, about the girl dancing the night away with some of her friends. I leaned against the wall, my hands inside the pockets of the suit I had borrowed from my older brother. She wanted a date, so I was here I was, black and white suite for all of my friends to see. Not that they really cared. Half of them really expected me not to come in a dress. Hell, I didnt really expect myself to go. But here I was, dressed in drag, my short cropped, black hair falling over the tops of my ears and just below my eyebrows; just smiling like an idiot at the girl I knew I could never have.
Her name was Tiffany. She was my age, eighteen, but she acted so much older. She was smart, a straight A student, and she was such the good girl. She never stayed out late, never drank, never smoked, or done drugs. She was a sweet little flower, something I so wanted to pluckin more ways than one. She was the envy of a lot of girls at our high school; with her long, gorgeous blonde hair that fell straight down to just above her bum. She brushed it at least three times a day and always kept it smelling like peaches and roses. Her eyes were something special though. Without those sparkling, dazzling hazel eyes, she would never be the desire of every guy I knew. But of course, what really attracted me to herwas her lips.
God, I could stare at them for hours as she talked, telling me how her day went, how her life was going good or even when she was venting about teachers or her parents. It was always cute to see those luscious lips pout. How much I wanted to kiss them, hold her in my arms and tell her the sweet things that she deserved to hear.
But I couldnt. She wasnt like me in the way I wanted her to be. I was a lesbian and she wasnt. So all I could do was be her friend, listen to her, hang out with her, and tell her things would only get better for her. When she asked me to be her date for the prom only a day ago, I was thrilled. A thought came to mind, a sudden excitement that she might had have feelings for me! And just when I was about to blurt out my entire heart and brains worth of how I felt about her, she turned around, hugged me, and thanked me. She said against my chest that she didnt like anyone at our school because all the guys were jerks. She wanted me, her best friend, to be her date so she wouldnt have to be alone.
Of course I really wanted to turn away and just be mad at her for leading me for those wonderful five minutes of belief. But I couldnt. I hugged her tighter and smiled at her, saying the only I could say in that situation. Anything for a friend.
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I sighed heavily as I kept my smile on my face. I couldnt frown or look jealous that so many guys were dancing around Tiffanymy Tiffany. She glanced at me several times and smiled, waving like a little girl to which I replied with a flick of my wrist, holding up that sign of a V. And a couple of times, she pouted with those lips of hers when I would refuse the wave of her hands that signaled come over. She wanted me to save her from the horny boys around her but I couldnt. She just seemed to be having so much fun and I wasnt really much in the mood for the boys to crack idiotic jokes about me and my suit.
I sighed again. She looked so amazing; dancing, walking, hell even just standing next to me or across the hall. She just illuminated the entire room! Her smile and her bodyeverything about her was so bright, so happy and I just wanted it all to myself. But she was happy being there, dancing with all those guys and I could do nothing about it. If I had pulled her away, she would have wanted me to dance with the boys as well and I wouldnt have been able to resist a plea from her. But if I left her, shed keep smiling and all would be well. Watching her from afar is what I had to do. Anything for a friend.
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Two hours had passed with me sitting at our assigned table, watching Tiffany dance and have fun. One more hour had passed before she ran up to me and took a rough landing in the chair next to me. She slipped her arms around my right one and hugged my close, laying her head on my shoulder like lovers would. Laughing, she calmed her breathing, yelling above the music to me. Lets get out of here! My Mom wants me home by eleven!
I checked my watch and sure enough: a quarter to eleven. I nodded and stood, Tiffany still drunk off dancing and punch as she laughed and hung on. Her corsage was the same colour as her dress, it bouncing on her wrist as we left the dance hall, entering the quiet hall of our high school. The beat of the music blasting inside the dance hall bounced off the walls of the hall way, eerily echoing throughout.
Reaching the cool, crisp night air, Tiffany pulled away from me, twirling around me as we walked through the parking lot. She was laughing still, her hair falling more out of place down her shoulders. Tonight was so fun! She giggled. I smiled at her, watching her as she walked backwards, her mouth forming the pout I knew so much. But you didnt dance with me, not even once! Youre my date. She playfully whined.
I chuckled and shrugged. You seemed to be having fun with out me.
Aw. No, they just really wanted to dance with me. As does every boy you meet, I thought. Plus, I gestured for you to come over to me.
I shook my head and forced a chuckle once more. You should have come up to me. I didnt know you what you wanted. I playfully lied and she suddenly stopped. She looked mad but I knew it wouldnt last. We could never stay mad at each other for long. She stood there, her pout gone as she held out her hand. Hm?
Dance with me now then. It was like she demanded it. I was so stunned, that it took me a moment to register what she wanted. She actually wanted a dance with me. I could hear a bit of the music beat softly through the cracked windows of the auditorium. It was a slow song. Perfect. I sighed and nodded, grabbing her hand. I laced my fingers with her right hand and held them up high as I cupped her left hand with other and held it low. Just as I was about to move my foot back to start the dance, she ripped her left hand away and grabbed my arm, pulling me close to the point where our noses almost touched. She placed my hand on her waist as hers traveled up to find a place on my shoulder.
My heart was beating so fast and I was thankful that she wasnt close enough to hear it, though something inside me told me she could anyway. I looked at her, hoping that it was too dark outside for her to see my blush. But she looked at me, with the same beautiful face I had stared at since I met her, and I could see that a blush was on her cheeks. I thought this moment of stillness between us would last forever but she licked her lips and swayed her hips; a sign that she wanted to get started.
I nodded, not even knowing why, and moved one foot back, taking her with me. We kept our eyes locked as we rocked in a circle, our feet taking a mind of their own as we waltzed in the parking lot out in front of our school. It felt so perfect. Her here, in my arms, those eyes of hers looking at me, through me. It sent a shudder down my spine and my cheeks to turn pink.
I could feel her stomach against mine and her chest just barely pressed against my own. It took all of my willpower not to kiss her right there, to take her in to a hug that I would never let go of. But I couldnt. She looked down for a second and I was afraid that Id stepped on her foot, not really paying attention. But she looked up seconds later and smiled. Thanks for the dance.
I smiled at her. Anything for a fri- I was cut off, surprised with my eyes wide. I could see her eyes closed, her warm lips pressed to mine in a sloppy but soft kiss. For a moment, I had no idea what to do. My mind had gone completely blank at the prospect that Tiffany, MY Tiffany was kissing me. A dance in the moonlight alone with her, feeling her oh so close to me and now she was kissing me; she was here with me, in my arms.
I closed my eyes, savoring this moment, her lips pressed against mine and I righted them, kissing her back and wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her close. Cautiously, she trailed her hands up my shoulders and wrapped them around my neck, her fingers deftly playing with my hair. It was the perfect moment. Everything was falling into place.
We stayed like that for what I thought was a life time but only did she pull back for air and the beat of the same song flooded back to me, did I realize that it was only a mere second that I had her in my arms. We were still standing close, our breath mingling as we nuzzled noses, both of us smiling. I could have laughed, picked her up and swung her around. But I couldnt. She had kissed me again, this time just a chaste one and smiled against my lips, as I did with hers.
So many thoughts came rushing to my mind, so many things I had to say to her. But the only thing that escaped my lips was, Wow.
She giggled and pulled back to where we could see each others shimmering eyes and she said something that made me pull her close for the third time that night and kiss her. We spent what seemed to be the rest of our night kissing in the middle of the parking lot, the music of the band for prom playing behind us. All I could think of as we broke to laugh and whisper things and kiss again, were the words she had said.
Anything for a friend.
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