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He gently kissed my forehead. "I love you." A tear droplet rolled down his cheek, falling onto mine. He softly caressed my temple with the back of his hand. I stayed silent. Another droplet landed.  "Won't you say it back to me?", he asked, squeezing my hand. I kept my look downwards. I couldn't answer him.. Another one. ..even though I really wanted to. "If you don't answer me.." Another. "We are going to have a serious problem.."  He clenched his teeth and squeezed my hand tighter. "If you don't answer... I am going to have a serious problem.. We all are.. Me, Clarissa, James and our little Jamie too... all of us..." An

The city was at its most dangerous when it rained. It wasn’t a regular occurrence, to be sure; the wind farms out beyond the eastern boundaries were often sufficient to blow entire storm systems away. That being said, when it rained in the Glowing City, the world below became as much a hell as the hyper class made it out to be. For the lowers, the thick, heavy droplets brought rain that burned the eyes, bleached the color from street signs, and brought forth a choking mist from the gutters as it washed the grime of a month’s pollution into the chemicals beneath the city. With it came the anger – the unrest. It was like a ful

The girl looked upon the battle beneath her. Below, the once beautiful valley was slowly being tainted by the scarlet blood flooding from the gaping wounds in the fighters. Despite the many gashes that streaked their battered bodies, the people kept fighting. They weren't fighting for their utopia anymore, they were fighting for survival. Each person as unwilling to simply give up as the next. The girl watched this scene with tears pouring from her eyes. This entire thing had been her fault. She lead them to what she thought was utopia, but instead doomed their very lives. She looked upon the grass beneath the fighter's feet. Once the green

Along the coast of Ellis at the mouth of the Anigrus river, where the fresh water meets the salty water of the Mediterranean Sea lies the home of a young river nymph. Usually staying higher up in the mountains where the Anigrus River begins, but today was a special day as she was heading towards the mouth of the river. She was excited; brushing her long white hair, she decorated herself in pearls and shells. Slipping on her gold arm bands, she was ready to make her long swim towards the Mediterranean. Taking most of the day light she finally reached the mouth of the river. Waiting by their designated spot she calmly waited for her friend, in

There's a great difficulty in trying to live a life you didn't ask for. You want to commit, to give it your all, but there always remains a shadow over your heart telling you that you shouldn't exist. To be human, something that appears so simple, becomes an intricate balancing act whereby every thought and emotion that passes through you has to be carefully analysed. Nothing is as it seems on the surface and you are rarely given the time and space you need to reflect. While on the surface it may appear that you are a fully functioning homosapien with five keen senses, eating, sleeping, breathing, and conversing, you know that this is often

He couldn't die. She wouldn't live.

I have remembered every single dream I have ever had, however, I have never been able to write them down until recently, when the story was clear enough. So I had a go at writing it in my own style with some development on both main characters. There's still some context errors which I haven't gotten round to fixing yet, I'm not used to writing these sorts of stories but I had a shot at it anyway! I may need to scan read this again for errors later but for now this is the version I feel comfortable releasing. Enjoy! Ignorance A young woman stood conversing with an elderly man, the topic of conversation anything but usual. "Have you heard any

She walked seamlessly down the hallway; past everyone as though she was better then them all. It was something I both loved and hated about her. Her confidence, with a side of arrogance.   Both desire and animosity burned inside me and I couldn't decide which was more powerful. A battle was raging inside as I sat there trying to stay invisible. Supple lips, boasting mouth. Tempting eyes, selfish gaze. Subtle figure, dangerous attitude. I tried to contain those feelings. I pushed them deep down, but they always seemed to rise up again. I would almost forget about her, almost push her completely away, until somehow I ended up crawling back.

 There were many of us—all of different colours, shapes, and sizes. All lonely, or forgotten, or tucked away quietly into dark corners. So we escaped. We flocked together in that summer meadow, warm light shining upon our unloved skin and wildflowers tickling our ankles: our own blessed Elysium. There, we found a crumbling stone tunnel, arching high above the greens. Another lost creature. The next day, we brought old paints and clutched feathering brushes between our little fingers. Casting away our sorrows, we gave the cold stones, now the guardian of our solace, the last of our love. Drip, drip, brush. Day and night, we painted. Bo