• M. Darkweaver commented on the post, under 6 years, 7 months ago

    They told her drowning was peaceful.

    It wasn’t.

  • M. Darkweaver commented on the post, alive 6 years, 9 months ago

    If there is anything to be learned,

    from this rush of glitter and golden light,

    it is that one should always wait

    just one more moment

    before tying that rope.

  • M. Darkweaver commented on the post, asthma 6 years, 9 months ago

    She gasped and rolled over, her hands reaching out into the night sky, touching swirling stars.

    So this was what it meant to be mortal.

  • The second her lips touched his, he was nothing but sand on the wind.

    Falling through the cracks between her fingers.

    Sprinkling over her shoes like one last pleading kiss.

  • M. Darkweaver commented on the post, modem 6 years, 11 months ago

    The inventor shrunk backwards from the smoking wires and felt a sob rise in his throat.

    She broke.

  • They wrestled the gun from the assassin’s hand too late.

    He had already fallen to the ground.

    Fallen as quickly as she had fallen in love with him.

    His blood as red as her lipstick.

  • The little white boxes were stacked in neat rows on the table.

    “They’re guaranteed,” said the slick voice.

    “You promise it won’t hurt?”

    “Oh, no. It’ll be just like going to sleep.”

  • M. Darkweaver commented on the post, dwell 7 years ago

    She was inside the fire.

    The fire, likewise, was inside of her.

  • M. Darkweaver commented on the post, minute 7 years ago

    2:00.

    His hair was messy.

    His eyes were blue.

    And the baby was laughing.

    2:01.

    The car was totaled.

    His hands were red.

    And the sirens were very loud.

  • M. Darkweaver commented on the post, keen 7 years ago

    “I know exactly what I want,” he said, leaning across the table.

    The three men in suits cringed backwards. One of them lifted a quivering hand.

    “Put the gun down and we’ll talk.”

    He laughed, high-pitched […]

  • M. Darkweaver commented on the post, cathedral 7 years ago

    The stained glass windows were illuminated, glowing orange from the fires raging outside.

    He felt the small hand close around his wrist. Squeeze. Then grow limper.

    And then came the whisper.

    “What are you afraid of?”

  • M. Darkweaver commented on the post, brief 7 years ago

    They kissed precisely once.

    After that, it rained every single day.

  • M. Darkweaver commented on the post, grind 7 years ago

    “I don’t even know your name. Who are you?”

    “I’m your favourite song. That’s all you need to know.”

  • M. Darkweaver commented on the post, jelly 7 years ago

    “Why do you call me that?”

    “I have to rename everything. Otherwise I can’t fall in love.”

    She smirked. “Oh, I see.”

  • M. Darkweaver commented on the post, cap 7 years ago

    He turned and smiled, one of those peaked soldier’s hats perched at a boyish angle on his head. Folded his arms over his chest. Smirked.

    “And you said I’d never make anything of my life.”

  • M. Darkweaver commented on the post, reporter 7 years ago

    Tell everyone that I am in love.

    Tell them that we don’t care what they say.

    Tell them she’s got a dress that’s white as snow and a sixpence in her shoe.

    Tell them exactly how much her eyes are shining.

  • M. Darkweaver commented on the post, pile 7 years, 1 month ago

    “Take it,” he said, shoving it forward with two hands. “Give to them and they won’t bother you again.”

    It gleamed softly in the dim overhead light, golden.

    Her lip curled. “You keep it.”

    In the next […]

  • They wouldn’t dare.

    The dark-haired girl smoothed a loose strand of blonde hair back from her companion’s forehead.

    There was, of course, a way to get what they wanted. People died every day.

  • M. Darkweaver commented on the post, poster 7 years, 2 months ago

    Let’s hang it up.
    Red. Bright. Shining.
    Everyone will know this, my sweet girl.
    As the future is ours, so you shall be my future.

  • Firecracker babe
    Lighting up the theatre with her
    Bright eyes, sparkler hips