• S.C. Lovelace commented on the post, version 1 year, 9 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, 11 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, 11 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, 11 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.

  • JDwrites commented on the post, ghosts 2 years, 3 months ago

    Ghosts everywhere and my eyes aren’t even open. Ghosts of pasts husbands, ghosts of past lovers, ghosts of past dreams. What do you do when doubts and “what ifs” start staggering through your brain like a drunk on the beach kicking memories around like sand in the wind? I think. I wonder what if i zigged here instead of zagged? What if I feel flat…[Read more]

  • S.C. Lovelace commented on the post, shock 2 years, 3 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?!”

  • 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.

  • JDwrites commented on the post, towers 3 years, 2 months ago

    I saw an old music videos with the towers still standing. A friend pointed them out to me… his words echoing a phrase I heard on the radio the morning they fell. Memories rushed at me. Not knowing where my husband was, my brother. Were they there? Couldn’t get a line out to either via cell. My dad called me at work and told me my brother was…[Read more]

  • JDwrites commented on the post, nourish 3 years, 3 months ago

    I have been hoping to find someone who nourishes me. I left thinking there might be someone out there, and I have met someone… but when people are accustomed to caring for themselves… they don’t really let other people in.

    As much as it bothers me that I haven’t been able to get close to anyone without hitting that border, I think that’s…[Read more]

  • RESTING
    Lilyah didn’t belong here, in this land of wind and sand. She was a child of the Blackmoors, a daughter of the wilder places and that Sabriel has no choice but to name this her final resting place feels something like a betrayal.
    She should have protected her; she’d promised she would.
    But, in the end, all the words in the realm weren’t…[Read more]

  • My entry for today since, for whatever reason, it’s not posting them here.

    WIN
    “Are ye daft, girl? Didn’t ye hear what the man said?”
    “I heard him,” she said, swinging herself up onto the horse.
    “Then what d’ye think yer doin’? Ye cain’t win this’un,”
    She turned to look at him, gray eyes flashing like polished steel under the noonday sun.…[Read more]

  • What the hell? Why are the last week’s worth of entries not here?

  • S.C. Lovelace commented on the post, spiked 4 years, 7 months ago

    She’d only just raised the glass to her mouth only for her lips to press against the warm skin of Talia’s hand. “Uhm…” she blinked, turning her attention to the woman beside her, “Can I help you with something there, T?”
    “You don’t wanna drink that,” the dark-skinned woman said, pulling her hand back only to wipe the palm on the…[Read more]

  • S.C. Lovelace commented on the post, cursed 4 years, 7 months ago

    “Cursed to drink the blood of the innocent and haunt the night until the end of time, blah, blah, blah; you’ve heard the story a thousand times, right? Well, it’s crap. Total crap,”
    “Really?”
    “Oh, yeah. Vamps’re always trying to play up the whole ‘dark and mysterious’ thing but, hang around ’em long enough, and the mystery? Poof, gone. Minus…[Read more]

  • JDwrites commented on the post, cursed 4 years, 7 months ago

    Sometimes I think I’m cursed. I find myself falling in love, opening myself up to someone, reaching for a connection. To finally connect with someone at last, it’s like a fireworks show. Brilliant and dazzling, with loud noises and pretty lights, music playing to pull it all together like a reality movie with two hearts as the stars and one of…[Read more]