Orpheus had met her eyes. That was that.
Her back hit the floor, life draining.
Death came quick, no use feigning
what Hades said upon his throne where he sat.
"Do not look back," Hades had said,
and her love marched to those words in his head.
The last step, he turned in despair.
If he loved her less, he wouldn't have dared.
So she wakes up again in the dark of the Hells.
The sobs wrack her bo...
Mary hates Jude.
She hates that he's so damn clever, for one.
He knows her thoughts, her feelings.
Her hatred burns more than the sun,
Even when she's kneeling;
Mary hates Jude.
Mary hates Jude.
He's too nice on the surface, but below,
He is cruel, selfish and sick.
He doesn't know it, although.
But he knows just how to make her tick.
Mary hates Jude.
And Jude hates Mary.
He hates how she cli...
The coffee shop is uncomfortably quiet and unbusy, a thunderstorm tearing its way through New York streets beyond the window. Julia and Wes have been split up for quite some time, but when he sends one of his handwritten letters, smelling like vanilla, enclosed with a flower, how can she possibly say no? How sweet he is.
Julia isn't cold. She doesn't fight or yell. After all, she hasn't been mist...
Before Marin was ill, she and Albie would visit the French countryside every year to her childhood home. Their last summer there, before the hospitals and treatments, had been the best it could possibly be.
That morning, Albie finds the warm curve of her hip under the sheets, admiring every inch of her. He kisses the shell of her ear, her shoulder, her jaw, murmurs how he cherishes her. He thinks...
One of the beyonds of our universe belonged to a forest of red, where lovers whose time ran out went to die. The forest itself was impossibly immense and vibrant, the fruit blossoms of each tree like a flame dancing in the wind. Time in this realm passed strangely, engulfing the valley of trees in soft, misty light.
A day in August 1982, Harlan arrived. Then, within hours, Jacob. When Harlan had...
Dawnbreak casts a veil of pale autumn sun across the banks, a mist grazing the horizon. The cracks of a river splits the plains into two, gently washing up against the waterside. Salt-encrusted cliffs circle the open valley, a waterfall tumbling down, down, off the edge and crashing softly into the river. The world still sleeps - almost.
Bonaventure is running. He is not sure how long it has bee...
When I was eleven, I kissed a boy.
We starred in the school show.
He was bold, I was coy.
His name was Matteo.
After the play, we met backstage.
Did I know what it meant
to kiss a boy at that age?
The detention was well spent.
He left school before long.
My heart ached, not to know why.
I knew how I felt was wrong
that I was in love with a guy.
Years and years away, I'm a man.
A wife with ch...
Vita, Vita, belle of the night,
The maddening beauty; source of my plight.
Though beautiful, inattentive and leaves me cold.
A darker nature takes its hold.
First, I walk and walk again.
I see her speak to other men.
Harlot! Harpy! She's mine alone.
So when she's done, I follow her home.
She slips into bed, but so do I.
She fights my love with a prey-like cry.
Dead and buried, but undoubtedly min...
Doctor Jude Darcy** **is a talented therapist who has an affair and subsequent obsession with his patient Mary Booker. He is described as a tall thin man just shy of forty, his hair dark and often uncombed, threaded with grey at the temple, tired hawklike eyes, with sharp smile lines about his cheek. The wealthy doctor is a gentleman at heart, endearingly abashed and awkward in the presence of oth...
