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My afternoon was at least broken up a little more when Sara finally sent me a text message with the times for tonight. She told me they were going to order takeaway around six and to get there at a similar time, so that I could put my order in too. I didn't finish work till five. On any normal day, that would have been plenty of time to swing back home first to get changed and then walk to Sara's, but not today. Not when I didn't have my keys. My parents' house wasn't a huge distance from Sara's, but still too far to start trekking back and forth. I was sure that Sara would let me temporarily borrow some clothes though. I didn't wa

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126 deviations

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AMBER is a 17-year-old high school student. She dresses plainly, in jeans and a T-shirt, maybe a flannel button-up or a hoodie over top. She doesn't wear make up, and her hair is simply tied back, or down. As the monologue goes on, it becomes apparent that she won't be able to shrug this off, and the sarcastic, biting anger turns more towards sadness. AMBER: No. I’m not trying to be a bitch, but understand that there are so many unfortunate outcomes for you, and anyway, I just won’t fall for any of your shit. Especially if I said yes, and then you got a girlfriend. I would throw the biggest fit. I would call her nasty things and

prose

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Some Broken People

Some broken people can hurt you without thought But believe me when I say it’s not their fault With an open wound as delicious as yours It would be a shame not to rub in the salt So why do you insist on shaking that girl Do you like playing the martyr on your knees? Acting like you’re a paragon of purity Well today that purity feels ripe for disease Some broken people cry not knowing what for Have sympathy as they weren’t born with black hearts Like you and I they have grey matter in their brain But their thoughts are a great distance from dark So why do you insist on hitting that girl When she stopped feeling many blue m

poetry

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As Her World Falls Down

There's such a sad love, But, can it be mine? Deep in your eyes... Your eyes, your emerald-moss eyes... A kind of pale jewel, Small and shivering, but why are you scared? Open and closed, And blinking so fast... Within your eyes. But lean close to me, dear. I'll place the sky The sun, the moon, the stars, my love... Within your eyes. Dance with me, twirl in the soft light... There's such a fooled heart You think you only need a mortal love! Beating so fast, But, I am willing to wait for you. In search of new dreams. Why not enjoy this dream, this reverie? A love that will last For an eternity, you will be mine, a

fan fiction

18 deviations

Literature

Did I Just Say the L-Word?

I don't know when or how it happened. I find myself waking up and hating that you are not there beside me. I cannot bear to acknowledge the pattern on the bedspread, such a poor substitute for what my eyes so desire to look upon: the beauty of your face, the contours of your body. How is it that such an image of you came to be so deeply etched in my mind, when we have yet to share a bed? I eat my solitary meals and all I can think about is how you hate bananas, just like I do, or how you've tried to convince me countless times that avocados are delicious. They aren't, you know. I will always hate those things. Not to worry, thou

Love Letters Contest

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No. by ClamShellHeart, literature

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Broken, by TashiHazeldine, literature

Literature

Broken,

It doesn’t feel fair that the sun should be shining. She stands there, the pieces of her heart surrounding her feet, with her eyes so tragic and dry. She stands on the garden path, and watches his back as he walks away from her, shoulders hunched, tail between his legs. He stops, he turns, and something inside her breaks. “Would you just go?!” She cries, picking up the broken pieces of her heart and throwing them at him, with all the strength that rage has leant her. The sharp shards cut her hands, but the tears have enough sense to stay away. “Don’t you get it?!” She cries, her voice breaking,

Shopping Assistance and the Great Chase by oddemily, literature

Literature

Shopping Assistance and the Great Chase

In the entirety of Beverly Modesto's town, only one major supermarket existed, plopped right in the middle of the small town, known as Walt's One-Stop Grocery-Shoppe. It was a family owned business that had gradually grown in size over the many years, and it provided jobs for a large part of the town's residence. Bev sauntered through the familiar glass sliding doors, her mother, Beth, rolling a cart right up next to her. Clutched tight in the middle aged woman's hand was a full, 8 ½ by 11 piece of printer paper, a slanted cursive scrawl covering its once white, pristine surface. " Okay, Beverly. If we work together on this, we'll m

Ain't Nothin' Please Me More Than You by oddemily, literature

Literature

Ain't Nothin' Please Me More Than You

Claude sat at the end of Beverly Modesto's bed, the polka dot sheets wrinkling beneath his form. The petite lavender-haired girl stood in front of her small stereo system, one hand planted firmly on her hip whilst the other held her iPod. Thumbing through the titles, she let out a long, drawn out sigh, " I can't find anyth- PERFECT! " She forcefully pressed play, one hand forming a fist and shooting into the air with her success. Claude quirked a defined blonde brow, " Someone's happy. " A grin tugged his lips as the familiar whistling of the song met his ears. " I think you have an obsession with this song, love, " He winked at her

Your Love is My Turning Page by oddemily, literature

Literature

Your Love is My Turning Page

Claude sat at the edge of Beverly's bed, peering over at his lavender-haired girl finally asleep beneath the polka dot blanket. Her dainty , freckle-spattered face had the dried remnants of tears, traversing down her cheeks to slip down her neck. His pale green eyes watched her with a bereaved expression tugging at them. Hours before, Beverly hadn't even seemed like herself. She had been drained, broken, staring at old pictures of her, Beck and Grace. In his mind's eye, he could still see her gazing down at that image of them all standing in front of Beck's rusty old truck, goofy expressions playing across their faces. The Beverly captured i

A Memorable Night Achieved Whilst Wearing Tights by oddemily, literature

Literature

A Memorable Night Achieved Whilst Wearing Tights

" UUUUUUUUHHH," Beverly groaned, her body sprawled across the loveseat- one leg over the back of the chair, one arm above her head, one dangling awkward off the couch, " I don't want to mooooove." Claude chuckled softly, shaking his head with a hardly distinguished motion. He lifted up her legs and plopped down on the couch next to her, letting her legs rest in his lap, " You know you have to, beautiful. It's your big night." He winked at her, waggling his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes, chuckling softly, letting her hand cover her eyes, " But that means I have to tug on tights and pull my hair into a bun and apply stage make up and wea

And If You Were An Ocean, I'd Learn To Float by oddemily, literature

Literature

And If You Were An Ocean, I'd Learn To Float

As the glass door of the Anderson Thrift Shoppe began to close, the tiny bell above it tinkled. A cool wintery breeze slipped in through the door, causing the bright discount signs to sway from their strings attached to the ceiling. An impish grin caressed Grace Adilida's face as she sneaked around the large racks of color arranged clothing, her baby blues lighting up as she saw the familiar form of Beck Anderson behind the counter. His warm chestnut gaze was upon the latest customer, an elderly woman otherwise known as Wanda, Beverly's grandma. He exclaimed brightly as he folded her rather vibrant selection of sweaters, " Do you mind if

I Know of Dreams by Mist-Over-Tomorrow, literature

Literature

I Know of Dreams

I know why men dream of death and other vile things They dream to know what happens once they embark an angel's wings They want to know if anyone will bother to remember They are wondering if anyone knows of them by the coming of November They want to hope for something better than those they have forgotten They are curious of the unawareness that will become the memory within I know why children dream of kisses and other cute things They dream to know what they have to do before they embark an angel's wings They dream to keep their days as sweet as can be They dream to prevent images of war their parents see They dream

I wish I'll get over you once by 00niesje00, literature

Literature

I wish I'll get over you once

I wish you knew what you meant to me and what I go through everyday. I wish you asked why my eyes don't smile when my lips do. I wish you'd notice when I feel sad and you wouldn't ignore it. I would give the world to be with you once more or to forget I even knew you were alive. I can't stay here in the middle because it's tearing me apart. I can't forget the times we had but sadly I also know there is no future. You're everywhere; I see your face all over this world. Still I can't stand to see you with her. I need to get over you and pursue my own happiness, but how is that possible if you don't set me free. I still love you and I still car

Words So Sweet by oddemily, literature

Literature

Words So Sweet

The lazy afternoon sun glared through the window and onto the nestled forms of Beverly Modesto and Claude Bradbury. Her ruffled purple head rested atop his chest, his spectacular green gaze looking down at their entwined hands. A small smirk formed at the corner of his lips, as he whispered into her ear, " You have incredibly small hands. " She wrinkled her freckled nose in protest, " Perhaps yours are abnormally large." A chuckle rumbled in the back of his throat. " No, I'm quite sure yours are incredibly small, for I have seen plenty hands in my lifetime to be an accurate judge of hand size, " He said seriously, matter-of-factly .

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