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Lesbian/he/him I usually write short stories and most of my characters are gay
𝖱𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇
Lesbian/he/him I usually write short stories and most of my characters are gay
Lesbian/he/him I usually write short stories and most of my characters are gay
Lesbian/he/him I usually write short stories and most of my characters are gay
The sun streamed through my bedroom window, warming my face and nudging me toward consciousness. Another day in our small town, another day filled with youth group meetings, scripture memorization, and that all-too-familiar struggle of wanting to be a good Christian girl while harboring a crush on Jason, the quintessential golden boy of my high school. He was kind and funny, a perfect fit in the mold of the boys I was supposed to like.
But that morning, something felt different—like the fresh start of spring. I shook off the feeling and threw on my favorite T-shirt, one that reeked of teen spirit and innocence, and headed down for breakfast.
"Good morning, Celeste!" my mom chirped, her smile warm and inviting. "Are you excited for the youth group meeting tonight?"
"Yeah, sure," I replied, forcing a smile. If I could just focus on Jason and the plans for the evening, everything would be fine. Or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
After breakfast, I skipped out to my favorite park—my sanctuary. The smell of fresh grass towed in the sound of children laughing, and I breathed deeply, letting the air fill me up. I plopped down on a bench, book in hand, lost in the words of my favorite romance novel. That was when she walked by—the girl with long, flowing brunette hair and a carefree smile that lit up the afternoon sun. I blinked, confused as my stomach flipped.
She was stunning.
"Sorry!" she called out, nearly bumping into the bench. "I didn’t see you there!"
"No worries!" I replied, trying to shake the cobwebs of my thoughts. "What’s your name?"
“Luna,” she said, extending a hand, her grip firm yet gentle. “And you?”
“Celeste,” I mumbled, my heart racing as our hands met. There was a spark, a connection that tugged at something deep within me—something I had never allowed myself to explore.
As our conversation flowed, I learned Luna had just moved to town and was looking for friends. Her laughter was infectious, and soon we were planning to meet again. But as excited as I felt, a heavy blanket of confusion settled over me like fog. I shook my head, trying to clear the clouds. This wasn’t right! I was raised to like boys, to wait for marriage, and to seek out what God expected of me. But why was my heart betraying me?
Weeks passed, and my friendship with Luna grew. We spent afternoons studying together, shared laughs, and even attended youth group together. I could feel myself falling for her, and it made my insides twist into knots. Despite the joy she brought, guilt began to seep in, whispering doubts that left me spiraling.
Should I tell her? Should I even be feeling this way? Was it a phase, a rebellion against everything I’d been taught?
At church, during a discussion about self-love, I felt my dread twist into pride. “Have confidence in your feelings,” the pastor encouraged, and suddenly I realized how meaningful my emotions felt, how valid they were. Maybe it was okay to feel this way, that love wasn’t confined to a set of rules or expectations. It was messy, confusing, and oh so beautiful.
When I found out Luna was also a member of the youth group, I felt both thrilled and terrified.
Our connection deepened, and eventually, my resolve crumbled. As we hung out more, the lines between friendship and something more blurred. I could no longer ignore the way my pulse quickened whenever she brushed her fingers against mine or how my heart soared with her every smile.
After weeks of sleepless nights, I finally gathered the courage to ask her out. We were hanging outside after a youth group meeting; the sky was painted with orange hues as the sun dipped below the horizon.
“Luna,” I said, my voice trembling. “I know this might sound crazy, but would you want to go out with me… like, on a date?”
She paused, tilting her head with that captivating grin. “You’re serious?”
“Absolutely.” My heart thundered in my chest as I awaited her answer.
Her eyes widened in surprise before they softened with understanding. “I’d love to, Celeste.”
In that moment, every doubt, every fear melted away. I had chosen to follow my heart—an act of faith, truly—and it felt liberating.
Though the challenges ahead were daunting, I was ready to explore uncharted waters. My faith would shape me, but love would guide me. I may have started this journey a good Christian girl with a crush on a boy, but now, I was navigating the thrilling waters of who I truly could be—a girl in love, heart open wide to both wonders and uncertainties. And it felt good.
In twilight’s embrace where shadows sigh,
An angel descended from the vast, open sky.
With wings once adorned in celestial light,
Now tarnished and tattered, he embraced the night.
Cast from heaven for a whispered transgression,
His heart, a storm raging with fierce obsession,
For in the depths where dark rivers flowed,
A demon emerged with a flickering glow.
His laughter like thunder, eyes blazing with fire,
A creature of chaos, igniting desire.
Yet amidst the turmoil, the angel found peace,
In the depths of the dark, his restless heart ceased.
He soared through the shadows, sheathed in the night,
While the demon, enthralled, became his lost light.
In secret, they met where the shadows entwined,
Love blossomed like wildflowers, in the dark they aligned.
“I'm bound to the darkness,” the demon would sigh,
“But your warmth pulls me closer, like stars in the sky.”
The angel traced patterns on his scarred, troubled soul,
In the heart of a demon, he felt completely whole.
Yet whispers of heaven and the fires of hell
Echoed through starlit skies, ringing farewell.
“Shall we choose our own fate, unchained from our past?
Or surrender our love, letting silence hold fast?”
With a kiss filled with daring beneath the pale moon,
They forged a pact written in love’s ancient rune.
For love knows no borders, no realm can restrain,
The bittersweet union of joy and of pain.
So together they soared on wings woven from dreams,
Straddling the chasm; nothing is as it seems.
An angel and demon, in a dance never done,
Two hearts intertwined beneath the watchful sun.
In the tapestry woven of dusk and of dawn,
Their story lingers, forever reborn.
For love, in its essence, defies every sigh,
An angel and demon, forever they fly.
From sorrow to hurt You changed me
Scared of rejection Scared of being you
From hurt to anger You left without saying bye You never saw my sleepless nights You weren’t there to see me cry
From anger to hate It all just boiled The memories toiled Of the love you spoiled I hate myself for loving you I hate you for pretending to care
From hate to rage I feel like an animal in a cage You adore from the sidelines But you didn’t read the warning signs The honey coated lies you tell only go so far
From rage to pain What did you have to gain by lies? Why did you have to leave I was just a kid who couldn’t understand it Now I’m just a kid with MD You took my voice like I owed it to you Burried the love I still held on to. But you can’t take the rest of me.
From pain to numbness You look like a stranger to me I don’t feel safe around you I loved you yet you can’t see the pain you caused
From numbness to no emotion There are days where I remain silent There were times were I don’t eat enough There once was a time were I almost killed myself for the old you But you can’t see it can you? The sleepless nights the panic attacks You moved out west and left it all, you left me too. What happened to the girl I. Used to love? The sister I used to follow around I wanted to be like you now your just fading away tell me are you happy out there? I still feel your ghost here every time I look in the mirror I see a reflection of you Every time I laugh yours echos in the void Every time I’m around my friend I see glimpses of you through the crowds like your still here and nothing changed. But I have.
The thick fog enveloped Sir Kently like a suffocating shroud, its chill cutting through the hardened layers of his armor. Each step on the cobblestone path struck the ground heavily, echoing the uncertainty that gnawed at his insides. He glanced around, the mist swirling like restless spirits, obscuring the familiar contours of the city, with the towering stone walls of the castle looming in the distance.
Beside him, Sir James stumbled, his armor scraping against itself with an irritating clatter. Kently turned just in time to witness James tripping over something—something that looked alive. Panic rose within him, but even more alarming was the tiny creature that stirred beneath James’s clumsy foot. It was a hatchling, a baby dragon, its scales glimmering in hues of emerald and sapphire, barely larger than his forearm.
“Take my hand, Sir James!” Kently shouted, urgency lacing his voice as he extended his gauntleted hand toward his companion.
“No way! Thou shalt knowth better than that!” James replied, his bewildered eyes wide with shock. “I’m already betrothed!”
Was his friend truly losing his wits before him? Kently fought the urge to kick him in the shin for such a foolish response. “Betrothed? Good lord, James! See not the creature you trampled? This is no jest; I’m trying to save your life!”
But it was too late. The baby dragon, roused from its slumber, emitted a high-pitched wail that echoed through the night air, the sound sweet yet edged with fear. Its tiny wings fluttered uncertainly as it glared up at them, eyes wide and shimmering like pools of molten gold. Kently felt an instinctive need to protect the creature surge within him.
“Easy now, little one,” he murmured, kneeling beside the hatchling and extending cautious fingers toward it. “We mean you no harm.”
To his surprise, the baby dragon burrowed closer, seeking warmth and comfort despite its fright. Kently looked back at James, urgency flooding his voice. “We need to act quickly! If someone hears it, we might find ourselves in a lot of trouble!”
James’s eyes sparkled with bewilderment as he gazed at the hatchling. “But it needs us! We can’t just leave it here!”
Kently’s heart sank as he felt the weight of responsibility tugging at him. “We have no choice, James! Who knows what dangers might lurk in the shadows of this city? We can’t put ourselves at risk for a dragon, baby or not!”
As if in response to their urgency, the hatchling stretched its neck, releasing a soft, playful puff of smoke that curled in the cool night air. Kently couldn’t help but chuckle; Smauglet was clearly unaware of the gravity of their situation. “Look at the little one! But alas, we must move. We can’t keep lingering here.”
James took a step closer to Kently, a flicker of mischief in his eyes. “What if we simply took it with us? Perhaps it seeks companionship!”
Kently frowned, an image of a mother dragon swooping down with blazing eyes filling his mind. “We can’t risk that! The last thing we need is to provoke a full-grown dragon looking for its young!”
As they debated, the baby dragon let out a soft chirrup, lunging playfully at James’s boot like an energetic pup. Kently’s heart melted at the sight. “Fine, but we must be discreet. If we’re discovered, we’ll have more than a dragon to fear!”
With that, they placed the hatchling gently into the crook of Kently’s arm, wrapping it in the fabric of his cloak. The warmth radiating from the little creature filled him with an unexpected sense of comfort, uniting their destinies in this strange night.
As they threaded their way through the dimly lit cobblestone streets, the distant voices of revelers echoed from the taverns and taverns that dotted the city. Lanterns flickered, illuminating the mist that danced around them, thickening the air with adventure and danger.
“Where to now?” James asked, his voice barely above a whisper, their clandestine mission heightened by the presence of the tiny creature nestled against Kently’s chest.
“The tavern,” Kently replied, determination hardening his resolve. “We may find adventurers or allies there. Perhaps someone can assist with finding a way to safely return this little one to its kin—or at least ensure it is cared for until we can.”
The streets twisted in ways that Kently had come to know well, but under the cover of night and mist, they felt foreign. Shadows danced along the way, and he sensed eyes watching them from the doorways and alleys, the whispers of the city echoing in the dark.
As they arrived at the tavern, the raucous sound of laughter spilled out to greet them. Kently mustered his courage and pushed open the heavy door, the dim light spilling over them as warm air swirled around them like a comforting embrace.
Inside, the tavern was filled with a motley crew of adventurers, each lost in their own tales of glory. Kently felt a slight tremor in his grip on the hatchling, but James, ever the optimist, leaned forward, excitement gleaming in his eyes.
“Look!” he exclaimed, pointing toward a table in the corner where a couple of seasoned knights shared boisterous stories of their conquests.
“Approach with caution, James,” Kently warned. They needed to make sure these knights were not overly rowdy or likely to judge their strange companionship. “We cannot let our priorities slip. Surely they will take a dim view of a dragonling if it’s discovered.”
As they stepped forward, holding the hatchling carefully, the laughter from the knights came to a halt. Curious eyes fixed upon them, a mixture of surprise and intrigue written on the faces of the patrons.
“What do you have there?” one of the knights asked, his voice booming like thunder, though his demeanor was friendly.
Kently felt the warmth of camaraderie flicker in the air, soothing his unease. “A baby dragon… We found her abandoned in the mist. We seek guidance on how to care for her—and perhaps help in returning her safely.”
The knights’ expressions shifted from disbelief to curiosity, their eyes alight with the thrill of adventure. “A baby dragon, huh? Now that’s a tale worth telling!” one knight exclaimed, leaning forward eagerly, his interest piqued.
Kently shared the longing in his gaze with James. They had embraced the unimaginable, and he wouldn’t soon forget how courage and friendship had interwoven their fates with the hatchling’s. As the tavern buzzed with stories and laughter, Kently allowed himself a small smile, determined not only to protect the little dragon but to discover what destiny awaited them on this extraordinary night.
Did I cross the line? Should I not?
You say change is good But you don’t see it
Did I cross the line? When I signed the paper
Can you notice me And not judge?
I can see the disappointment In your eyes
You wanted me to be protected But I just feel rejected
Did I cross the line? Tell me are you proud?
Or are you ashamed of me Wanting to change.
I look in the mirror I cut my hair.
I changed my clothes.
But I made a change you Dislike but won’t say.
I changed my body
Yet you don’t like it.
Your little girl wanting To be a boy.
Or nothing at all.
Did I cross the line? Or will you change with time
The silence wraps around the room like a blanket. the only light is the lamp on the stand. Immersed in a book with a coffee on the stand. Trying to read when I hear a faint scratching sound I look at the window across from me and see nothing but dirt on the window. Another hour passes and I ignore the glass sound. When I looked up again there was more dirt. Clearly annoyed I turned on lights and saw the dirt wrote one word “Run” I stared at it dumbly thinking it’s a prank I walk closer to the window and notice it wasn’t dirt it was blood. I quickly turned off the lights and tried calling my dog no answer I went into the other room and I saw something inhuman move i ran back into the living room standing on the couch trying to call 911 I heard the thing scuffle across the hard wood floor then it grew quiet the only sound was my ragged breath I tried looking for it from the couch but couldn’t see it I don’t know why I looked into the crack between the couch and the wall once I did I regretted it I heard something jump on the back of the couch and by the time I turned around it was too late.
Down the back roads through small towns And pastures laid out like a patchwork quilt. Life couldn’t be simpler. Roll down the window and feel the chilling breeze. The sun warms the leather seats while it shines through the trees. Look out the window and see the cows in the field laying lazily in the grass. See the horses running in the pastures, the lambs huddled under the shade of trees. Driving through the dusty back roads seeing the scenery unfold From hill to plain and back again take a look at this majestic farmland.
Driving through town see the shops that tell a history to touristy for me. Take me back to the fields were the fair is where the Rodeo Bows their heads to God and respects the flag. See the clown walking across the fence post telling his funny jokes. Here comes the mutton race hope your kid wins first place. Next are the wranglers trying to get the cows tied down like you would a sibling when mom makes fresh bread. Don’t be fearful of the bulls it was only once one got lose in the crowds. Look at the sun setting over the pastures. But alas I can’t stay for it is time to go but I know I’m leaving home once more and I’ll be back again someday.