Incorporate these three words naturally into a 400-word story or scene.
“To my darling forever love,
It has been what feels like an eternity since we’ve seen each other. The memory of our time together burns not only in my mind but in my soul as well. It’s been too long.
My love, I am writing to you in hopes that you will reconsider my invitation and please return to me. I need you back in my life more than you need me. Your breath alone is tantalizing to m...
He licks his fangs, watching a woman sitting on a towel across the pond. She’s singing to herself, an unfamiliar song she’s struggling to remember the words to. She shakes her head, her wet hair moving wildly and droplets of water fling free. Then she stops moving her head, bringing her hands up to her hair. She takes a hold of her wet hair, wringing it out. It gives him a perfect view of her beau...
Suffice it to say,
the sufferable day,
will be laid to waste,
by the serpent’s
will be made whole,
peeling as they
are made known.
tail to chase,
this serpent that
we call our days.
Sink your teeth
into the hour,
time won’t end
- let us devour.
We will fall
Time will tell
if this is hell.
Emily was tall and fit with long, jet black hair that almost looked like silk in the moonlight; her eyes a piercing red against her porcelain skin. She complimented Hope in every way. Hope was slightly taller than Emily and just as slender; with deep green eyes and fire red hair down to the small of her back; skin as white as snow. Vampires were naturally beautiful, but these two gave a new meanin...
Saving the sinner,
Killing the poor,
You’re painted as evil,
So why should you deplore?
No matter where you go
There’s always one in charge.
The world won’t change, you know,
Despite consistent discharge.
Now would you rather stand there fearful,
controlled by a thread?
Or would you rather ready your sword,
Even if you’ll end up dead?
That choice is yours,
No one can force.
Hey Pierre, it's Herbert from upstairs. I'm not sure if you know my name, but there it is, it's Herbert. I don't think we've ever had a formal introduction in the three years that I've lived above you. I think I only know your name because I sometimes get your mail.
Anywho, I'll just cut to the chase, because I really don't know how to build up to something like this.
I know ...
His pale, polished skin stood out from the shadowy scenery of the alley. He clung on to the youthful young woman, one arm around her waistline and with his alternative palm on her chin, had her neck exposed, displaying the two massive veins like a lavish feast.
“Is this what you want!?” “Is this what you seek?” “This curse, this lust!?” His tone was
assertive yet gentle and somehow vigorous at...
The world is cold. Well, at least this cell is. There’s no one here. Not a single soul, besides me. I can’t even telI if I have one anymore.
I’ve been here for about a week, but who knows it could have been months. There’s no light down here just dirt and a chain that connects me to the wall. The cell I’m in is a hole in the ground. There’s metal gates above me, the only way of ventilation.
Morning was breaking and sun poured into the window of her childhood bedroom. Across the thread bare quilt at their feet, she traced the brightest ray with her foot. It led a blazing path right to the muscular arms of an alien jutting out from the soft sheets. The light continued on across his face, to his head, across the pillow. It glimmered off his exposed opalescent skin in a way that she was ...
She was young, about 23 and just walking out of her closing shift at the cafe. She made her way casually to the run down coupe she drove to and from work everyday, as I hid behind a truck parked two cars away from her like I do everyday.
It’s about 6pm and the sun is finally setting on the city horizon, which means I was finally free to roam around. I wore my normal cheap shades and black body s...
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