• Anna commented on the post, reporter 6 years, 9 months ago

    She was polished in the kind of way that made him want to unsteady her; to make her totter in those sensible heels; to take her hard and fast against the wall; to muss her sleek hair; to take his teeth and tear […]

  • Anna commented on the post, architecture 6 years, 9 months ago

    We make architecture with our twining fingertips – here is the church here is the steeple, here are our shimmering glimmering smashing hearts, like glass snowglobes shattering against the door, glass and sparks […]

  • Anna commented on the post, preoccupied 7 years, 5 months ago

    It started as a prickling at the base of her neck; a clenching of her fingertips; a small crease, like a furrow in the earth, dug between her two finely arched brows. She worried her lower lip with her teeth like she worried her own anxiety in her mind.

  • Anna commented on the post, curious 7 years, 10 months ago

    I want to explore your skin – the corners of your elbows, the ridges of your hips, the full curve of your lips. I want to taste you. To sink into your skin. I want you to caress my generous curves and careen into my questioning mind. I wonder about you. I ache to know […]

  • Anna commented on the post, affection 8 years, 3 months ago

    I want to know every hill and valley of your face. I want to run my hands through your riotous curls and kiss every inch of your porcelain skin. I want to laugh by your side, weep on your shoulder, make love to you so sweetly that we ache when we pull apart. I want […]

  • Anna commented on the post, affection 8 years, 3 months ago

    I’m caught. Hopelessly.

    My fingers reach. Society pulls me back. My lips part. Society snaps them shut.

    I want you.

  • Anna commented on the post, sunlight 8 years, 5 months ago

    “All I ever wanted,” she said brokenly, tears spilling like rain down her cheeks, “was to bring some sunshine into your life.”

    He sighed. “But you’re not sunshine. You’ve got too much sadness. Too much wildness. Too much pain.”

  • Anna commented on the post, sunlight 8 years, 5 months ago

    Sunshine, she mused idly, felt like kisses – a slow warm flush against her cheeks, her lips, the place where her nose curved into her forehead, the arch of her jaw into neck.

    Sunshine, she mused idly, liked to kiss her as much as he did.

  • Anna commented on the post, left 8 years, 5 months ago

    She was always the one left behind, wasn’t she? Left wandering lonely down the hallway with bright laughter silvering the air in front and a bleak wave sweeping over her from behind.

    “What do you want to be when you grow up?” the teachers asked at school.
    “Not left behind,” she replied.

  • Anna commented on the post, swimming 8 years, 5 months ago

    All she wanted to do was hurl herself down, farther, cutting cleanly through the crisp water, all skin over muscle over bone. She wanted to feel the flex and flow of tendons straining. She wanted to swim until she couldn’t and then let the current drag her farther still. She wanted to fight that current […]

  • Anna commented on the post, seconds 8 years, 7 months ago

    There were bare seconds, sparsely padded and sliding by far too quickly, between them. Smoke rose between their sprinting forms. She ran as if in slow motion. She couldn’t seem to find the ground. His mouth was twisted into a snarl; his eyes dark, intent. “I love you,” she screamed. And the smoke rose up […]

  • Anna commented on the post, probable 8 years, 7 months ago

    “There is nothing logical about love,” he told her once as they lay twined together in the summer heat. Light glinted hazily through the gauze mosquito netting. “There’s nothing probable; nothing predictable.”

    She kissed him slowly, dazedly.

    Perhaps, she thought. But it is very probable that I might give my life for you.

  • Anna commented on the post, kettle 8 years, 7 months ago

    She always did like to provoke him – to needle him with razor-thin words, prickling his tender flesh. And, like a kettle heated too early, he had a tendency to boil over.

  • Anna commented on the post, escape 8 years, 7 months ago

    All through the dog days of summer she yearned, and she longed, and she waited for that cool breath of air on her flush-fevered skin: escape.

  • Anna commented on the post, chaos 8 years, 8 months ago

    He was chaos to her. The rude press of his hands against her cool china skin brought her to delirium. In a moment of clarity, she realized that it was not so much the touch or taste of him that she loved, but instead the smell: the heavy musk of “forbidden” lingered tantalizingly in the […]

  • Anna commented on the post, trend 8 years, 8 months ago

    I know a girl who’s never read a fashion magazine. Her hair is ragged and her nails bit to the quick. She has laughing eyes and a smile that could cure cancer, a grin that could light the cliffs on fire. She is every bit of beautiful I’ve seen.

  • Anna commented on the post, trend 8 years, 8 months ago

    She’d never liked following the trends. Her hips were too round and her waist was too thin for those up-and-down fashions; her cheeks too sharp to hide behind riotous curls and her legs not long enough for peekaboo skirts. But her eyes – they were glorious. And she was glorious because of them.

  • Anna commented on the post, velvet 8 years, 8 months ago

    His voice was crushed velvet against the storm in her head. “I loved you,” he murmured, tracing circles around her wrist with his lips. “I always did.” She blinked hard. The storm surged inside her head, trickling out of her eyes. He caught a tear on one finger. “I always will,” he promised, so tenderly […]

  • Anna commented on the post, revolt 8 years, 9 months ago

    She’d never tasted rebellion before, but she thought that must have been what his arms were telling her in the dark. Her father hated that vagabond of hers: the one with the shadow-heart and sunlit eyes, the one who whispered daggers into her skin and broke promises like the silk threads of her skirts; the […]

  • Anna commented on the post, trial 8 years, 10 months ago

    “This has to stop.”

    He spun to face her. “Who ever promised you fucking roses and sunshine? Who ever said this was going to be easy?”

    She turned her back to him, pressing her hand hard to her eyes. Against her palm, where he could never see, the tears welled up and spilled over.