Just someone who likes to write and wishes to improve enough to one day see my name on a book cover. For full length stories and poems, see my other writing account. https://www.quotev.com/JustAnotherAquarius?viewAsVisitor
Just someone who likes to write and wishes to improve enough to one day see my name on a book cover. For full length stories and poems, see my other writing account. https://www.quotev.com/JustAnotherAquarius?viewAsVisitor
I read the text so many times, believing I was reading between the lines. I had to be dreaming, having a nightmare that felt vividly.
The words were true, they’re in black and white; my heart breaking in two as if that is what you were trying to do.
What could I do? What words could I say? What phone call could I make to make that message go away? What else could I give you to show I never wou...
He’s sleeping peacefully while I remain awake, watching the clock count toward the next day.
As another day approaches, our memory now haunting; I wait and hold onto a hope that I know is useless.
He won’t call me and tell me he was wrong, I won’t get the text that says he wants us back.
I’m not the girl that is worth driving all the way to stand in front of and realize he can’t lose.
I’m ...
The fire glows and dances before me, lighting the up the night and chasing away shadows. Faint heat warms my cheeks and the crackle of the fresh killed squirrel echos in the still silence.
The world crashed, humanity killed by by some disease the politicians told its citizens not to worry about. Fucking thing spread like wild fire and they didn’t do a goddamn thing to stop it.
I turn the skinne...
January stood in the mirror of the bridal dress shop, staring at herself in a luxurious white gown. The gems sparkle and twinkle in the fluorescent overhead lights, the girls waist snatched in a tight corset giving her an hourglass sharp and the heart shape neckline displaying her cleavage.
The skirt flowed behind, covered in lace with patterns of flowers, it was a dress a girl could imagine get...
My friend and I blink up at the scene in confusion. We’ve been going back and forth with each other for hours, nearly getting into a genuine agreement before slamming back down.
“Bro I’m telling you, it was a freak flood wave.” Andrew chewed on a KitKat, taking bites out of it as if it were a sandwich, like a psycho.
“Why would I believe someone who can’t even eat normally?” I retort as I turn...
I can’t. I simply can’t.
Sasha told herself. From the time she woke up to the time she went to bed. She couldn’t have feelings for the man her family despised.
History wrote very clearly, their kind couldn’t mingle. A werewolf and a vampire, they were two completely different species.
Still her heart longed for him, to feel him touch her, kiss her, be with her in more ways than one.
Sasha ...
The nights we shared under the star filled sky will always be special in my heart.
Watching the moon slowly rise and the sun sink below the skyline.
Trapped in each others arms, with forehead kisses and whispered I love you’s.
A darkness that is bright and no longer terrifying.
However, these moments are not going to last.
Soon there will be distance, miles between us. A space that will r...
Motherfucker.
The cuss thumps in my mind as the clear substance lands in the large pot of mash potatoes, contaminating the whole batch with whatever it is. A poison most likely. Not only had I been looking forward to them to fill my empty stomach after my long day, but now a blanket of betrayal lay thick in the air and weighed heavily on my shoulders.
I had ignored it, but there is no denying n...
Though I may look human, I am the Grim Reaper.
Before anyone asks, no, I don’t have a cloak, I wear modern clothes; can’t really go to the mall in medieval attire-also those things are very itchy. No, I don’t have a skull for a face or a black void where it should be. No, I don’t carry a scythe. Honestly, I don’t know where that even came from. I do have two forms, but I choose the mortal one...
Their moans kept Francine awake for many nights, the sound haunted her thoughts and made their way into her nightmares. The moans and groans were not that of sex, though that would be more preferable; lord knows she hasn’t had that pleasure in many moons. Unfortunately, the noises coming outside the house was that of the dead. More specifically, those of her friends and family; or the people she k...