• nichole commented on the post, due 6 years, 12 months ago

    It was amazing how such a small phrase, a tiny arrangement of letters and vowels, could change her life in every possible way. She’d woken up on the floor of a basement with a gag in her mouth, and for an instant, she’d thought she was still dreaming. Until the firm bones of knuckles crashed into her cheek and the pain blinded her. Then, she…[Read more]

  • nichole commented on the post, both 7 years ago

    both between and outside,
    our breath hangs in the back of our throats –
    caught like fire.
    whispered words could save
    us both.

  • nichole commented on the post, fresh 7 years, 2 months ago

    The wound was still fresh. It still pulsated beneath her skin like a devilish ghost heartbeat. The agony of it hid beneath her tongue and changed the words that came from between her lips.

  • nichole commented on the post, claim 7 years, 2 months ago

    Claim. A simple word: straight-forward, assertive. Domineering. Like he was, even the day she met him. His spine was made of steel, and his body was built to match. When he smiled at her she was struck with […]

  • nichole commented on the post, carbon 7 years, 3 months ago

    Carbon. That’s what her entire life came down to, in the end. She spent her youth gallivanting the earth, plunging her unwanted existence deep into the bowels of the planet, digging in long after she should have gone home.

  • nichole commented on the post, substances 7 years, 4 months ago

    He was full of substances; faint nuances in taste and effects. He always held her at arms lenth. The darkness fell around him like a cowl, as natural and easy as breathing.

  • nichole commented on the post, key 7 years, 4 months ago

    It all started with a key; the curves of the designed head twisted and ancient, wrought metal stained black with age and dirt. It felt heavy in her palm, and despite the sweltering West-coast heat, it held a […]

  • nichole commented on the post, principal 7 years, 4 months ago

    *Principle. It was the principle of the matter, he said. He was always talking, whether she listened or not he blathered on in the background, his voice a sterile drone. In time she’d grown numb to it, but now […]

  • nichole commented on the post, dismissed 7 years, 9 months ago

    It’s been raining in my head for weeks and this ennui will not be dismissed.

  • nichole commented on the post, plans 7 years, 10 months ago

    She’d had plans; outlines and sketches and hand-drawn blueprints she kept, folded tightly, the edges crisp and smooth, close to her heart. But it didn’t matter, really.

    Plans are just not-yet-rules waiting for someone to tear them apart at the seams.

  • nichole commented on the post, anywhere 8 years ago

    She could not place where the source of such strange urges. Recognition dotted in and out of her awareness, temporarily blotting out her clarity of thought only long enough for them to ransack her self-control. She would wake up anywhere, half-alive and bleeding, taking shelter from the storm in her own mind with just one […]

  • nichole commented on the post, icicle 8 years, 1 month ago

    her touch was cold against his hot skin. he was feverish and she could be mistaken for an icicle, but it did not stop the curious spark of chemistry from crackling between them. he sat up, despite the swimming feeling in his cerebellum, and pulled her against him, bracing for the shock.

  • nichole commented on the post, autumn 8 years, 1 month ago

    The crisp yellow leaves made a gentle crunching sound beneath the soles of her shoes. She’d always loved autumn; there was a still quiet that hung over the land when the sun was high but the air was cool, as the plant life prepared for winter, the colors a sharply contrasted explosion of shades in […]

  • nichole commented on the post, sacrifice 8 years, 1 month ago

    It didn’t take long for her to decide – with everything she knew, everything she hoped for, hanging in the balance, it wasn’t a question at all. It was a beacon – a shining moment in her short life that cried out for her, that screamed and begged for her to take her stand. For […]

  • nichole commented on the post, riots 8 years, 1 month ago

    there were riots of color everywhere; burning hot oranges, ember-reds, shadows of unholy black smoke curling around the molten shades. an explosion of massive, earth-shaking proportions; a tremble that rumbled beneath her feet. even so high in the air, held up by beams and steel and brilliance, her heart stuttered in her chest. she wondered […]

  • nichole commented on the post, still 8 years, 1 month ago

    Everything was quiet; he stood in the woods but it was eerily still and tranquil. No leaves rustled, no birds chirped, no squirrels or deer or skunks of foxes rummaged in the undergrowth.

    Life had stopped, and for an instant, he could see everything.

  • nichole commented on the post, artistry 8 years, 1 month ago

    There was artistry in his sorrow; a depth and a breadth that were unmatched, a sweet, tangy misery that settled over him. It burned at his flesh until he faced it – until he swallowed down the bitter pill of reality and opened his eyes. He always found himself staring back at him; eyes wide […]

  • nichole commented on the post, artistry 8 years, 1 month ago

    It was as natural as breathing for her – the artistry of living, of really living. Her roots dug deep in the world around her, centered and steady and constant; she was unbreakable and unyielding and mesmerizing. She tasted like rain, smelled like the forest, and laughed like the sound of thunder. It shook my […]

  • nichole commented on the post, awakening 8 years, 1 month ago

    It was a bitter awakening, but it filled her with a new energy and power that she was unfamiliar with. It chilled her from the inside out – but it lifted her from the bed and pulled her through the daily chores of present-ability and feeding. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She sipped […]

  • nichole commented on the post, radical 8 years, 1 month ago

    It was unbelievable, her behavior toward him. Such a radical change from the woman he’d seen an hour ago. This one broken, shattered on the kitchen floor with wine and blood mingling and staining her dress. He was vaguely certain she was sitting on broken glass. She took a sip from her cracked, spider-webbed glass; […]