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Write a scene where a character confesses their (unreturned) love for another.
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I blink. I’m not sure if she heard me.
Her red hair dances in the evening’s summer breeze as she stares out onto the crystal blue lake. The water reflects in her piercing green eyes, which moments ago had been fixed on me expectantly. I notice they’ve started to fill with tears.
“Oh god, please don’t cry Sades…”
She turns to face me now. Her face has suddenly transformed to pure rage. Her gree...
It’s quiet in my dream. We are in a meadow, you and I, the only sounds are our soft breathing as we lay against the cool grass of the night.
Our faces are towards the stars while our hearts are beating in the same rhythm. You allow me to hold your hand, your large, calloused hand.
How could a girl such as you be so beautiful and strong at the same time. The texts I have read and the images I hav...
The new morning sky yearned for love, spreading its rays across the midst of the world, and reaching all the corners destined to fail. The autumn leaves itched for a death that will confidently come too late, yet searched for a cold dismay to end the season on every impending minute. The birds sang a high song, the melody soaring in small, delicate packages in hopes to wake the workers and student...
The autumn breeze rustled through the trees as Emma and Olivia walked side by side through the park. Fallen leaves crunched beneath their feet, and the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink.
Emma's heart pounded in her chest. She'd been waiting for the right moment, and now, with just the two of them surrounded by nature's beauty, she knew it was time.
"Liv," Emma said softly, c...
I run out of the party fighting back the tears in my eyes. I knew she was up to something. She always is. I should have seen this coming but I didn’t. I never do. Xavion is running after me.
“Hey Myra wait up,” he shouted after me. I stopped and took a deep breath. I slowy turn around to face him. He’s still walking toward me. “Don’t pay attention to them. They are just trying to give you a hard...
“I have feelings for you, Lucinda...”
“Des…”
It was silent, Lucinda was unsure of how to proceed. Her friend stared at her with insecure hope. Eyes wide and gleaming, yet fearful of what’s to leave Lucinda’s mouth.
“I don’t… I don’t feel the same way. I’m sorry.”
The atmosphere was rough; it was hard to breath despite the gentle, cold wind brushing past them.
Tears leaked down Desdemona’s fac...
I hadn’t heard from Charles in some time, as I had expected from him. An amount of time which, through every day that passed, I became more and more acquainted with the monster that was my own mind, the extent to which I wished to hush it, the extent to which I longed to hear Charles’s voice. My house grew quiet, it seemed the birds did too. My mother was upset he had left town, upset that we coul...
William still hasn’t come back. He’s been out all day doing things he refuses to tell me. It makes me angry and makes me wonder why I haven’t called off our fake relationship yet.
But before I can think of any reasons, William walks through the door. His sword is being dragged behind him, glistening with fresh blood. His face is covered in scratches and appearing bruises. I notice a gash on his l...
“I want to tell you something Joseph! Can you please let me get the words out!?” I sputtered while staring menacingly into those pale blue eyes of his.
“What Cher?!.. what could it possibly be now? I swear you never give it a f-“
“I love you.”
Silence.. so very deafening I thought my ear drums would cave in on itself.
“Listen to me when I say.. I love you.”
He didn’t blink and my mind tried d...
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