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Tag: Creative Writing
Strings Attached
Just a husk of a puppet
Left dangling from your strings
They’ve buried under flesh
Taken root through bone
Forced to dance to your tune
Suspicion
I love you
Hazel eyes narrow
Suspicion looming overhead
The reaction involuntary
A compulsory response
Everything has strings firmly attached
Thoughts on Repeat
You should have—
thoughts in my mind
forever on repeat
drawing me into an endless waltz
You should have—
it’s almost like a broken record
with an overwhelming thrum
threatening to drowning me
You should have—
Just a Gentle Reminder
A chill ravaged through her
their shrill screams of torment
the sheer mental anguish
haunting and taunting her
just a gentle reminder
in another life that could
or rather would have been her
A Puzzling Dilemma
She found herself perplexed
at the sheer lack of intelligence
proudly displayed by her peers.
Children’s Laughter
Children’s laughter flitters in the breeze
the sweet jingle like music to my ears
filling my heart with an abundance of love
Currently working on
Oh, my God! Heat surged to her cheeks as realization set in. She could feel her heart lurch into her throat, becoming hyper aware of the feel of his skin against hers. His arms encircled her waist, her t-shirt having risen during the night.
WIP Wednesday
“No.” Tobias shook his head adamantly in refusal. “No, Samuel.”
He leaned on the island counter, his mouth drawing upwards into a large smile. “She is, isn’t she?”
“I’m not talking about this.”
“Well, if not her, then who?” Samuel gave him a pointed look, continuing with, “At least Benjamin already adores the woman.”
WIP Wednesday
“I’m totally going to do some recon for you.”
Gabi knew she was going to regret telling Summer about him. Of course she was. Feeling her heart freeze in her chest, she looked up from the sketch she was working on, her eyes rounded with sheer terror. Gabi set her pencil down deliberately before glancing at the blonde who was currently lounging on her tattoo chair. “Um, no you’re not.”
Summer’s shiny pink lips curved upwards, mirth radiating from her in droves. “Yes. I’m totally doing this for you.”
“Summer.”
She slid off of the chair, rolling her bare ivory shoulders at the panicking tattoo artist. “It’s already decided,” Summer informed her as she headed out of her work space and for the front of the parlor. Gabi could feel her heart lurch into her throat in horror.
“No, no it’s not.” Gabi rose from her own seat, trailing after her best friend. “Come on, Summer. Be reasonable.”
“It’ll be fine, I promise.” She just waved Gabi off as she reached for the door. “Besides, it’s better to know now if he’s spoken for or not. It’ll save you some hurt down the road.”
“What road! I have no intention of going down any road!”
