A beautiful piece🖤

It’s almost my turn.

Like a lingering worry, The thought of being up on the podium hangs over me.

The feeling of dread

Like a disease, it multiplies as each second passes.

But they call me up anyway.

Like dust on the floor, I’m swept into

this darkness.

I walk up to the stage slowly.

Like a cat hunting, I’m careful with every step I take.

The audience is completely full.

Like...

The second line slowly starts fades into view.

No. No, no, no, no, no. No. This can't be happening.

"Does that mean it's positive?" Ben asks, tears in his eyes.

Happy tears, I might add. He's always wanted to be someone's dad. I, on the other hand, could not be more terrified. I wasn't supposed to be able to get pregnant. More than one doctor told me so. Promised me I wouldn't be able to.

Th...

I blinked fast and hard to try to banish the welling tears away. I didn’t want Alma to see them. Sure, I was happy she was happy, but the self-pity battered my insides like a hurricane. Why couldn’t she be happy with me?...

With delicate movement, she lifts the gem from it’s padded case, lets the light from her dimly lit room dance on it’s surface. There’d been nothing she found more addictive than a diamond’s shimmer, a flawless reward only right for her quintessential work.

Around her neck, she felt, had been the only resting place right for such a sublime piece. Her intuition alone, is one trustworthy, and Iris h...

[Taken from the fanfic I'm currently writing]

• Characters are from the game "I Was a Teenage Exocolonist"; Tangent and Solana (Also referred as "you", because Sol is the character you play as)

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(Age 17, early pollen night)

– I have feelings for you, Tangent, – Sol breathes out, not looking at her. You hear her shift, attention snapping as she processes your words.

– Are you...

He gave me some butter

I gave him syrup

But it didn’t stick

When works aren’t good

When people don’t always stay

When things get tough

They bolt to the door

Without a warning or a reason

So I tried to make his butter lasted

But it wouldn’t

Because syrup and butter aren’t friends

tho he told me that he liked me but it came and went

I slipped away from him and he’s pressed on being spiteful...

“you like Woody Allen?”

he asked me

love him

i said

“do you know what he did?!”

yes

“how could you like

that monster?”

he makes good movies

“that is awful.

do you listen to Kanye?”

yes

“Michael Jackson?”

king of pop

“so you only like

criminals and predators.”

i like artists

i said

and ordered another beer

so you do not

separate the artist

from the art

“no.”

he said

“why should they ...

“quite the craptastic sister” they say. mocking my mistake, joking with me.

joy lies in their eyes, glittering in the dim light.

they don’t see the pain they inflict. conceal. conceal. conceal.

“i’m disappointed” he said.

the conversation ended. i lightened the mood.

i’m fine. i’m fine. i’m fine.

“you don’t care enough to fix the heart you broke “

a song accuses me of exactly what i’v...

“I’m getting married!” Julie burst, jumping up and down. She and her best friend Kevin had stopped by their life long favorite ice cream shop, Creamy Bliss, and she couldn’t keep the secret any longer.

“Wait, what? Really?” Kevin asked, stunned.

“Yeah, me and George! Can you believe it?”

“Hardly! Congrats, Jules.” Kevin forced a smile, trying to be happy for the girl who meant ev...

Loss:

The tunes of ABBA swirled my mind.

I could feel my hands begin to tremble, and my palms wiped nervous sweat against my sleeves, gripping the fabric.

The spotlight shined upon the three of us, standing on the stage. I couldn’t bring myself to look at my parents, somewhere in the crowd. Not that I could see them, anyways. The lights were too blinding to distinguish any face. I was half certain...