• WearyWater commented on the post, version 1 year, 8 months ago

    After four years of darkness and distance, we connect again. But I am not the version of myself he’s used to—or the one he wants. I am fearless and bold, ready to spit on life before me. I tread on empty compliments and demand attention in the form of fearsome intellect. I am not the shy little girl he knew growing up, the one who used to quake…[Read more]

  • S.C. Lovelace commented on the post, version 1 year, 8 months ago

    “Don’t you get it?” she demanded, “There’s no version of this where you come out on top,”
    “You don’t know that,”
    “Yes, I do,” she said, “I’ve been where you are. And this? It only ends one way,”

  • “Be careful what you wish for,” the spirit said as she faded from sight, her voice echoing in the empty air, “Some doors should remain unopened…”

  • S.C. Lovelace commented on the post, windy 1 year, 10 months ago

    She stands on the edge of the cliffs, eyes closed and face turned towards the setting sun. The wind is relentless, tugging at her clothes and turning her hair into a banner of scarlet and gold.

  • S.C. Lovelace commented on the post, broken 1 year, 10 months ago

    “I was broken a LONG time ago,” she snarled, lips and teeth stained red with her own blood, “You can’t hurt me,”
    He chuckled. “Maybe,” he said, “Maybe not,” he picked up a small, sharp knife, the edge catching the light, “But I’m going to enjoy trying,”

  • Her kiss ignited a fire inside her, burning her from the inside out. Her world dissolved to her warmth, to the myriad of places their bodies met.

  • She whirled around, looking more startled than a deer realizing it was firmly in a skilled hunter’s sights. “Wh-who’s there?!” she cried into the darkness, eyes wide and darting.
    But there was nothing there. Or,at least, nothing she could see.

  • Since they’ve obviously fixed the posting issue, I might actually start using this site regularly again.

  • S.C. Lovelace commented on the post, catch 1 year, 10 months ago

    Your hair blowing like hand-spun silk,
    Eyes like bluest cornflowers,
    Skin imperfectly perfect,
    Every time I catch my breath, you take it away.

  • WearyWater commented on the post, pan 2 years, 1 month ago

    He scorched the underside of her good, cast-iron pans much in the same way he scorched her heart. Both were too good for the likes of him, yet endured the abuse.

    Years later, she found, both would be doing as strong as ever without him around to try to misuse them again.

  • WearyWater commented on the post, pan 2 years, 1 month ago

    He scorched the underside of her good, cast-iron pans much in the same way he scorcher her heart. Both were too good for the likes of him, yet endured the abuse.

  • S.C. Lovelace commented on the post, shock 2 years, 2 months ago

    Eyes wide and heart threatening to pummel its way out from beneath her breast, she fixed her with a powerful glare as soon as the shock wore off enough for her to do so. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” she demanded, her voice unnaturally high, “What is WRONG with you?!”

  • Archori commented on the post, vines 2 years, 2 months ago

    They grew again last week. I haven’t seen the vines for a number of years. Their fruit has not graced these dusty, aged walls for many years before the vines disappeared. Could this be a sign of things to come?

  • The room is open, circular, made of windows rather than walls. The domed ceiling stretches high overhead, all metal work and etchings from a time gone by.

  • WearyWater commented on the post, breakout 2 years, 6 months ago

    It would be breakout artist of the year, she guessed. That would be the title won by the end of the night. She could feel it in her bones. After all, she had given so much to her music—endless hours, endless amounts of money, endless auditions. More than so much.
    Everything.
    So when the name was called, her disappointment was catastrophic.

  • WearyWater commented on the post, thieves 2 years, 8 months ago

    Her tongue twisted in her mouth. If anything, what came before was just a distraction. What mattered was now. This was real. Thieving time wound slowly around her as she began to take her first few steps.

  • WearyWater commented on the post, bus 3 years, 1 month ago

    The bus lurches to the right, gravel spitting from under its tires. She had been a fool for thinking this would be easy, a clean break. She looked out toward the darkened horizon as the greyhound lurched again. Even the weather seemed to be working against her.

  • WearyWater commented on the post, turn 3 years, 3 months ago

    The shift between enemy and acquaintance is sudden, and most definitely unexpected. It turns one summer evening, shaped between the little space allowed between two grappling bodies when the sexual tension finally, finally snaps. He’s there, of course, the subject of your violent fantasies–yet you can’t stop him when his lips collide with yours…[Read more]

  • WearyWater commented on the post, turn 3 years, 3 months ago

    She turns to me, relentless, eyes dark in the moonlight. There’s something about her, something I can’t quite place, that makes my skin crawl and my stature shrink and my mouth taste inexplicably of bile. I don’t think I know her, not anymore. I wonder if I ever even knew her in the first place. Her lips are sharp and curled in amusement as she…[Read more]

  • WearyWater commented on the post, delivery 3 years, 4 months ago

    The delivery was long—longer than she’d like to remember, now that everything was said and done. But it did create a sense of accomplishment as she held her daughter, looking at her wrinkled pink face. Like all that hard work had finally amounted to something.

    Something wonderful.